Lieutenant JG Ras El'Heem - Mr. Stark
Ras El'Heem
((Deflector Control Room, Decks 13-15, USS Khitomer))
There were certain areas of the ship that nobody but engineering had any real reason to be. These areas were spread across all decks, truth be told, but the further down you got on the ship, the more forbidden it felt. When Ras had inquired about Dewitt’s whereabouts, he didn’t expect to be sent into an active warzone. Rivets were being stamped, sparks were flying, men and women were shouting, he didn’t know up from down and he was certainly out of his element. Ras ducked and dodged the workers refitting entire sections of the ship. He wasn’t aware the ship had so many engineers. They must all live in the walls like a colony of ants.
A large metal beam being carried by two particularly large engineers swept past and Ras had to duck under it to avoid being clothes lined. Dewitt had to be somewhere around here. The out of place, clean clothed Lieutenant wandered into a dark area with a spotlight in the center. An extremely large worktable was scattered with various metallic bits and bobbles. As he approached the illuminated area, from the other side of the darkness appeared Dewitt, carrying a large piece of equipment, slamming it onto the table. All the gears and screws on the table jumped.
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: Uhh Dewitt. I found you. ::laughing nervously while looking around sheepishly:: exactly where I ::beat:: thought you’d be.
Ras walked up to the Chief’s workspace and tried to imagine what all these puzzle pieces looked like when they were assembled.
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: You know, on Sylvana Prime, we have a story about little subterranean people who build intricate gilded structures ::picking up a circuit board:: and have big red beards. You all kind of remind me of them. Except you’re…big.
Dewitt: Response
He handed the board over to Dewitt’s outstretched hand.
El’Heem: Since when do we have so many ::looking around the large room:: engineers?
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: Star Fleet Corp of ::trailing off before turning to face Dewitt excitedly:: Are we getting proprietary upgrades?!
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: Experimental proprietary upgrades?
Dewitt: Response
The Kressari bounced up and down with anticipation before clearing his throat and attempting to appear calm and collected.
El’Heem: ::leaning nonchalantly on the table and doing his best to look suave:: Anything you can let me in on?
Dewitt: Response
Not fair.
El’Heem: I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. Did they approve my lab request at least?
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: Alright alright. I came to find you because ::leaning in and speaking hushed:: I want to get the Arrow’s old still up and running here on the Khitomer.
Dewitt: Response
Ras held up his hands to protect his face. He winced but of course nothing came. It was a display of drama meant to disarm the man.
El’Heem: If it makes a difference ::beat:: it’s for religious purposes.
Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: And I got permission from Hobart.
That caught his attention.
Dewitt: Response
TAGS/TBC
Lieutenant JG Ras El’Heem
Medical Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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