[sb-118-khitomer] Ensign th'Vrosa — Is Blue! Is True! What Do We Do Do Do?

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(OOC: I'm still getting used to who is at each station as such I've referred to the station instead of the officer. I've also not got a good rhythm for this group of writers so I've left interjection points if need be) ((Primary Turbolift, En Route to Deck 1, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago))

Fingers curled and coiled as the hand flexed in professional black gloves. The man took a moment to look at himself in the shiny metal of the turbolift. He looked normal, he thought to himself. His face had filled out a bit since graduation and the bags around his eyes had definitely gotten more pronounced. He smoothed his uniform, the texture was a very nice weave. Or, well, it was a very nice fabric when he had put it on this morning. He couldn’t really feel it, on account of the gloves and all. There was a flash of white. 

th’Vrosa: Smile! ::The man did so::

oO Yellow alert is admittedly less than ideal. It’s just like the Academy, part of your job is keeping spirits up. At least it’s not a Red Alert? Oo

The lift spoke softly with a masculine lilt as motion ceased. 

Turbolift: Now arriving at Deck One. Main Bridge.

th’Vrosa: ::He tapped the nearest wall affectionately:: Thank you, Turbolift.

The turbolift said nothing. th’Vrosa was anthropomorphizing the automated voice program, not a sentient (or appearing sentient) computer routine. A little odd, one might think, but it certainly couldn’t hurt matters.

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago))

The hiss announced the opening of the turbolift doors. Despite wearing very heavy looking boots, his footfalls were light as a mouse. 

th’Vrosa: ::He raised his hand to a salute as his other hand folded neatly behind his back:: Ensign Uchal th’Vrosa. ::There’s that smile:: Reporting for duty as your newly assigned Counselor.

Naxell: At ease, Ensign. Your orders?

The junior Andorian standing near the lift walked to close the distance between the two. th’Vrosa pulled the PADD from his jacket pocket. It was already dented in the right-most corner. As the device changed hands, he let the instructions from Starfleet Command do the talking for him.

Dewitt / Valeris / Morda: Response

Naxell: ::gesturing to the seat on his left:: Please, sit. I could use a Counselor. Commander Valeris has just raised a complicated question, and I'd like your take on it. In the event that our efforts to signal the away team stir suspicion among the Velithari, should we have a plan of action? Or take things as they come?

th’Vrosa took his seat as commanded. There was a beat where he visually acknowledged the other members of the space, this was after all a bridge.

th’Vrosa: ::Quickly, but with a very round softness to his voice:: I think we should always have a plan, sir. ::There’s a short warm chuckle:: But I’ll be the first to admit I don’t have nearly enough information. 

First he addressed Commander Valeris.

th’Vrosa: You will have to forgive me, Commander, I’m playing catch up here. ::There’s a warm smile:: I also didn’t hear the full initial question as it was posed. Could you give me more context?

Valeris Response:

The Andorian listened intently to the response given. He nodded as the officer spoke. When Commander Valeris finished, th’Vrosa thanked them and turned his attention towards the Communications Officer.

th’Vrosa: Are our communications compromised in any way? Even something as simple as the- uh, filaments corrupting a signal. ::There’s a puppetry gesture in a bid to mimic strings:: Or an encoding issue where we send something and it turns out horribly wrong.

Communications Response:

There were verbal back channels given and held space for clarifying questions.

Communications Clarifying Responses:

Any Interjections:

Communications Clarifying Responses:

Until he was confident he understood the communications situation. His attention then turns to Security/Tactical.

th’Vrosa: And finally, in your professional opinion, do we have solid evidence as to how dangerous this quagmire is or are we proverbially flying blind?

Security Response: 

Again, the Andorian listened to the response given. He nodded, providing non-verbal back channels. 

Any Interjections:

As the speaker and any interjections are concluded, he turns back towards the Commanding Officer.

th’Vrosa: Sir, not only do we need a plan but I propose we implement a plan to cut off any suspicion at the pass. 

Any Response(s):

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——— ● ——— Ensign Uchal th'Vrosa

Counselor

USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)

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