Ensign Jovenan – All this story needs is a confused ensign
Jovenan
((OOC: Sorry for an awkward introduction of my character to the story. This seems like a bad time to go and pick up a new ensign, so I’ll try to play as if Jovenan had been here all along. There’s been a lot catching up to, so please try to ignore all the errors in the plot))
((Junior officer quarters, USS Excalibur-A))
It had been rough few days for Jovenan.
Right after her graduation from the Academy she had been ordered to board a ship headed to Deep Space 224. She wouldn’t have minded a position in Starfleet Science HQ or Jupiter Station or Betazed, but no – she was sent to the Borderlands! She had spent the trip to the station familiarizing herself with the specs of her new ship: USS Excalibur, NCC-41903-A, a Vesta Class Explorer. She had arrived at the station on Tuesday morning standard time, but her stay there had been brief, as the Excalibur was set to depart soon. She had boarded the ship and she had been shown to her quarters, but she had been informed the typical welcoming procedures needed to be delayed. The senior officers were preparing for an important diplomatic meeting and wouldn’t be available to see her before the conclusion of the mission. That’s all she was told. Just take a day or two to relax, you’ll be given a warm welcome when we have time.
At first, just sitting in her quarters had been easy. Life had been busy for a while, so she deserved a day off. She would be starting off her career in the new vessel soon, there’s no need to rush. The replicator had been spewing some weird food, but that was a minor issue, she could have them fixed later. Then the problems grew bigger, and Jovenan got worried. Information didn’t reach lower decks well, and with Jovenan not being properly incorporated into the crew, she was completely unaware of the situation. She tried to be patient and thrust the senior staff would contact her soon and she would be walked to the Captain’s office by the XO and they’d chatter jovially of her Academy record and her new duties. That’s how things normally worked, right?
When the ship panels started blinking amber, she knew things were certainly out of the typical. She wasn’t given a station yet nor was she instructed what to do in case of a yellow alert. She was confounded: should she go and help with whatever problem the ship had, or to stay put and hope things worked out just fine? The actual officers probably didn’t want a disorientated cadet – ensign, she had to learn she was ensign now – to walk on their feet. On the other hand, she was a member of this crew now, she was a Starfleet officer, and she had a duty to assist in emergencies with all her ability. She gathered her bravery for a moment and left to find her superior officer.
((Deck 7, USS Excalibur-A))
It had taken quite a time to find the right place. Jovenan knew that her direct superior was Chief Science Officer, Lt. Commander Etan Iljor, but Jovenan didn’t know where to find him – or her, she knew very little of her new superior. She had been asking directions from the computer, whenever it agreed to work for her, and from passers-by otherwise. She was told to look for the medical lab on deck 7, and she was walking there just now. When she found the right door, she stopped for a short breather, and entered.
There were three people in the laboratory, all of them focused in their conversation. One of them was a very tall human, or human-looking, man with black collar. The other was a Bajoran lt. commander in sciences’ blue, also much taller than Jovenan. The third, a human – no, she’s Bajoran as well – woman in medical uniform. They all outranked Jovenan, by a lot, so she was hesitant to interject into their conversation. Eventually, she had to take any pause they had and clear her throat for attention.
Jovenan: ::shyly:: Co- Commander Etan?
Etan/Seta/Dakora: Response
Jovenan: Ensign Jovenan, I was just assigned here. Is- is there anything I can do to help, sir?
Etan/Seta/Dakora: Response
TAG/TBC