Ensign Juliet Banks: Reporting for Duty
Juliet Banks
((Corridor outside First Officer’s Office, Deck 1, USS Khitomer – in transit to Deep Space 33))
Juliet stood awkwardly in the corridor outside the First Officer’s office, resisting the urge to fidget or flee. Everything about this posting so far had been backwards, and sometimes upside down and pitch black as well. By contrast, simply reporting in to her Commanding Officer should be straightforward, but it was hard to forget the officer she’d seen in action on the bridge – stern. Intense. And, apparently, a commander with high expectations of his people. She could only hope she’d be able to measure up, but it was hard not to fear what kind of first impression she’d made.
It didn’t matter; or, well, it did, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Juliet shook her head as though to banish the doubts nagging at her, and tapped the door control to signal her presence. A muffled instruction bade her enter, and she straightened her shoulders as she stepped into the office.
((First Officer’s Office, Deck 1, USS Khitomer – in transit to Deep Space 33))
Juliet came to a stop a couple of paces into the room, standing to attention with a respectful nod. Oddly, it was as though her nerves had left her at the door, a much-sought-after calm settling over her. She was here to do the best job she could in her posting, and this man was here to lead her in that. Starfleet obviously trusted that he was the right man for the job – and hadn’t he led them all through what seemed like certain disaster to safety on the other side? Juliet found she was even able to smile as she announced herself.
Banks: Ensign Banks, reporting as ordered, sir.
She kept her eyes on the CO, resisting the urge to scan the room and see what kind of decorations he favoured, whether he was the stacks-of-PADDs and work-on-every-surface type, or the subdued-lighting-and-artifacts-from-his-travels type. This was not the time to look distracted – or disrespectful.
Hobart: Response
Juliet knew Starfleet’s leave-no-stone-unturned bureaucracy would have ensured that the Commander received her records when she was posted to the Khitomer, but given the utter chaos of the last few days, she’d be beyond surprised if he’d had the time or energy to give a thought to the newest, junior-est officer aboard his ship.
Banks: Thank you, sir. My cadet cruise was on the Remillard as an operations officer and relief helm officer; my Academy majors were Communications and Operations, and Helm and Navigation, with an unofficial minor in Programming.
She did her best to keep the wince off her face.
oO Oh, that was too much infodump, wasn’t it? Chill out, Banks, come on. Oo
How quickly that calm had vanished! She blinked, steadying herself.
Hobart: Response
Juliet checked herself before the babble could erupt – at least this was an easy answer to a question she should have anticipated.
Banks: Er– yes, sir. With two declared majors, my course advisor explained I couldn’t have a declared minor as well. ::perking up, looking more animated:: But I took the classes anyway, since the material’s so useful for working in Operations, and I’ve always enjoyed programming as a hobby. It seemed like the obvious choice.
Hobart: Response
Tags/TBC
Ensign Juliet Banks
HCO Officer
USS Khitomer
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