Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - A Confrontation In Gold
Thomas Sanderson
((Conference Room, Deck 1, USS 'Oumuamua))
It had been nearly time to leave, or at the very least, get ready to leave. Nilsen had been aware of the risks, or at least he had had an idea, and the idea of the risks had often been good enough. He had been sure that he could make something out of this first contact situation, but something was been missing.
Sherlock: Commander, if you could assist Mister Nilsen and Captain Winters in somehow gather the chronitons and helping them prep, that'd be great. Doctor, whatever you need for monitoring them, let whoever needs to know that you have priority here. And Mister Locke, we'll be readying the ship to potentially go in hot once they're back.
Nilsen: Is there anything else in particular you want us to communicate to them? Any kind of message? Aside from the old “we come in peace?”
Rouiancet: I suggest at least we let them know that we're interested in an ongoing diplomatic relationship, not a single contact.
Then Sherlock laughed, a sharp laugh that had made up Nilsen mind. That's what had been missing. If he was going to go across to speak with these people, risk not coming back he had one other bit of business to deal with first.
Sherlock: I'm sorry. ::composing herself:: It's just that I once said exactly that in a first contact situation. And it didn't go great. But I agree with Commander Rouiancet. And ask them if they need help and if so, how can we help them.
Locke: Understood, the ship will be prepped in advance.
Nilsen didn't say anything then; his question had been answered and his mind had switched to matter that had been eating at him ever since Sherlock arrived. The window of opportunity had been there. o0 Frack Tox, wish you were here to help 0o
Toz: Responses
Sherlocked scanned around, looking each in the eyes, Nilsen mentally wanted to get her attention. He was not successful in that endeavour
Sherlock: Alright, ::standing and giving her uniform jacket a tug:: Let's get to it.
Locke: Yes Commander.
Toz: Responses
Nilsen stood up with the others but he didn’t leave, his legs would not take him. His unconscious mind knew what he had to do, his heart pounding. Winters was still there.
Nilsen: I need a word sir
Sherlock dismissed Winters and then she gestured for him to sit down. He accepted the invite and didn’t slouch, he sat up straight, and breathed in. He looked at the celling of the conference room and then at the table
Sherlock: Everything okay, Ensign?
Then he looked Sherlock straight in the eye.
Nilsen: If this erm, goes wrong i will…kick myself for not asking erm asking. ::Nilsen steals himself:: Sir, permission to speak freely
Sherlock: Response
Go on lad, say it.
Nilsen: What the hell is your problem with me?
He said it, he had only gone and said it.
Sherlock: Response
Nilsen: I heard the laughter ::Quoting Sherlock:: “At least he got that right”, the mocking, laughing with Winters. Every since you are have arrived sir, you’ve treated me with nothing but suspicion, you seem to be convinced that I’m up to something.
For once, his trait of going from 0 to 100 served him well.
Sherlock: Response
Nilsen: Your very first interaction with me, you assumed I had done something, you just hadn’t found out what. Guilty until proven innocent, then you creep around the OC pressing buttons, just doing “Security stuff”, what if I did that in the security centre? What If I walked in and said “just doing ops stuff”?
Sherlock: Response
Nilsen: You have been on my case since the day you arrived. In fact, no! You’ve not just been on my case, you’ve been on the case of every ensign and junior officer on the ship. Tell me honestly sir…do you trust me? Do you trust any of us?
Sherlock: Response
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Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Oumuamua
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)