Ensign Amelia Semara - Fly Me to the Moon

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(( OOC: Just a short scene before we roll into the next mission... ))

(( USS Khitomer - Deck 2, Shuttlebay ))

After so much refreshing time on the surface, Amelia had a certain bonus pep in her step and extra polished shine to her smile even elbow-deep in the internals of Shuttlecraft four.  Some joystick jockey intent on winning a bet to see who could deliver the remaining refit supplies to Khitomer fastest had pulled some apparently impressive maneuver that won him the bet, but threw the whole dang sensor array out of alignment in the process.  Now Amelia was the one tediously putting everything back into its proper place while the aforementioned joystick jockey most likely was getting all his drinks paid for as reward for endangering the equipment.

Such was life.  It took all types in Starfleet, and she couldn't possibly expect a flyboy to understand the finer points of aligning a thousand-element optically phased subspace scanner array if she didn't understand why emergency maneuvers couldn't be reserved only for actual emergencies and not for impressing one's friends.  She supposed it was a job that could be left to the engineers, but she figured they had their hands quite full making the ship ready to get underway again, and she was still waiting for the finishing touches on the new life sciences lab space before it was turned over to the science department.  Besides, it was the kind of work where she could roll up her sleeves, hum to herself with the shuttle door open, and forget about the rest of the universe for a little while.  It was positively meditative.

She was burrowed in the underfloor and making adjustments to the stubborn final half-dozen or so scanner elements when a handful of booted footfalls collided with the rhythm of her lilting little tune.  She dug herself out of the electronics, and stopped her humming mid-phrase when she saw a young, red-collared man with a single pip and a curiously metallic flavor to his empathic aura she more often associated with politicians.

Semara: Hi!  If you need a shuttle, I'm still workin' to get this one back in tip-top shape...  Shuttlecraft three's due back soon if ya need one... Least that's what the board said.

Cain: Response

Semara: Ah!  Well, in that case, I'm Ensign Amelia Semara, science officer.  How d'you do?

It was entirely possible that with all the curtsying at the wedding, the habit would have forced itself on her yet again at the meeting of another officer if not for fact she was still hip-deep in the underfloor electronics.  As it was, she grinned and gave a slight, gracious tilt of the head in imitation of a little bow.

Cain: Response

Semara: Well if you're lookin' for somethin' to do while we're still stuck in stardock, I could use a hand finishin' up this sensor array.  Won't take but a moment, then we can take 'er out for a spin to make sure everything's good to go.  Quick Luna and back, what do you say?

She gave a slightly cheeky grin, suspecting this new ensign might be the kind of man that appreciated (and was somewhat motivated by) a woman's smile enhanced for his benefit.  Just because she could finish the sensor alignment on her own didn't mean she especially cared to.  It was the kind of work where an extra pair of hands might turn twenty minutes of labor into two.  That, and she didn't mind the idea of checking sensor calibrations against known recordings of Luna as an excuse to take in some celestial scenery for a few minutes.

Cain: Response

Tag/TBC...

Ensign Amelia Magnolia Semara

Science Officer

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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