[sb118-khitomer] Ensign Eeso Ayi - Scratching the Itch
Josh Bennett
((Main Sickbay, USS Khitomer))
Naxell: Off you go, then. Dismissed, Ensign.
Eeso gave the quickest of nods before heading towards the doors of sickbay. Despite her attempts at professionalism she couldn’t help letting the slightest of skips out the door into the hallway. Yes yes yes…there was a battle going on. And perhaps Eeso could do with at least a little more concern for her personal safety - but somewhere between her childlike desire to do science and her academy training that emphasized keeping the mission on your mind at all times she couldn’t help but betray her enthusiasm and excitement. As the great Li Nalas once said, “It’s in battle and struggle that one feels life”...at least that’s who Bajorans credited with that saying…always hard to tell with the “reluctant hero” Li.
Either way Eeso hurried herself to the science lab all the while burying her face in her PADD to look up various ways that past scientists have transported healthy coral reefs per the Commander’s suggestion.
Also…that new implant sure does itch a bit after being thrust in your butt…
((Timeskip - Science Lab, Deck 16, USS Khitomer))
Eeso stopped just outside of the science lab. Partly because there were a few more rumbles on the ship, partly because she had just read about coral reef transplants throughout the ages and had a few ideas, and partly because there was a slight burnt smell wafting from the lab.
oO I suppose that’s not the first time a science lab has had a peculiar burning odor Oo
Deciding to brave the unknown (and scratching her butt once more before entering) Eeso composed herself by trying to find the correct “science officer” posture. She then abandoned this fruitless activity thinking,
oO Oh grow up and get in there Oo
The door wooshed open and there was Chief Officer El’Heem on a lab table now decidedly more masculine looking alongside Dr. Melville-Kilpatrick. Seeing the whig and breast prosthesis laying on the surgical tray the smell Eeso had detected made more sense.
El’Heem: Perfect timing Eeso. We need to ascertain the nature of the cloud. I know you may not have had the time to familiarize yourself with the lab thus far, but now would be a good time. ::grabbing the canister and moving to an analysis station:: Grab me some slides from the cabinet, please. Melville-Kilpatrick, what have you observed so far of the sample’s nature? I read a portion of the report but I have not had ample time to familiarize myself with it all since I’ve returned.
Eeso walked over to the cabinet to look for the slides El’Heem had requested. Eeso cocked her head while looking through the various offerings in the cabinet.
oO Whether looking for scientific slides or a missing tea cup I do the same head manouver…huh Oo
Melville-Kilpatrick: Response
Eeso: I think these are what you’re looking for.
Eeso made her way over to the Analysis Station and handed El’Heem the slides hoping they were, in fact, the ones he was looking for.
Eeso: I also noticed something after Commander Naxell’s suggestion to study Coral Reef transplants. Based on what I read it looks like transporting Coral is a delicate balance between biology, ecology, and stressors that affect the specific organisms in a given environment. This got me thinking: If the Sencha weaponry is a type of radiation ::she breaks eye contact to look/think at the ceiling:: albeit an apparently intense and wildly destructive radiation ::she returns to eye contact:: and if the cloud outside is living in the vacuum of space - wouldn’t the cloud have evolved to resist certain types of radiation?
El’Heem: Response
Eeso: Right! Then perhaps we could adopt this technique. ::Eeso turns her PADD so that El’Heem can see what she’s talking about:: It’s called “Coral Microfragmentation” - we can take small sections of the cloud that already have developed radiation protection and strategically place them and/or ::her voice rising betraying her carefully contained professional veneer:: even give them a “boost” with some of the isotopes like in these implants! ::she gleefully points at her own butt::
Eeso was proud of herself for this suggestion. It might not work - like…at all. But it was the type of hairbrained idea that got her excited. Either way she decided to maybe, possibly, find her way back to that professional veneer she’s supposedly supposed to have as a starfleet officer.
Eeso: ::she coughs, straightens up, and adjusts her jacket:: Anyway that’s uh…what I was thinking.
Melville-Kilpatrick/El’Heem: Response