Ensign Delphina Wren- Always the younger Wren
Grace McDermott
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Wren: Any way you could hold up something that shows the current date? If I take your picture and upload it, along with a witness statement, it should go through.
Niac: Sadly I left my copy of the New Ferenginar Times on the Kurosawa...::he nodded towards the terminal:: do you think if I yelled at it a few more times that would help? It was certainly making me feel slightly better.
Wren: ::sitting back on her heels with a sigh:: Well, I've read the manual of Percussive Maintenance, maybe if you yell at it and I give it a good kick….
Delphina had almost forgotten why she was there as she reached deeper into the computer. It wasn't just this console, it seemed as though the captain was being mourned en masse by the system as a whole. Maybe he needed to undergo another medical scan so that they could send his updated biometrics to Starfleet headquarters? She was just about to suggest it when he spoke again.
Niac: Ensign...Wren. Oh that's right. You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Modren would you? Medical officer?
Delphina's heart sank as she remembered why she was here. This wasn't the first time Mordren had taken it upon himself to try and update someone of her situation, but back at the academy she'd learned to create a sensor net around the school's computer system so that any messages from Mordren’s office with her name attached would be re-routed to her. And, yes, once or twice it had meant she'd gotten junk mail with viruses attached, but that was better than her brother trying to convince the staff that she needed her hand held at all times.
Wren: ::tense:: Yes, I do. He's the CMO at the Apollo station, and his wife is the head of the science department oO Probably not a good time to bring her up, but I know for a fact that Mordren doesn't tell her that he sends these messages…. Oo Sir, I'm so sorry he bothered you. He thinks he's helping-
Karrod let out a small sigh and gestured back towards the chair.
Niac: Why don't you leave that for a minute...I suspect the computer will wait to judge my relative mortality for a while. So, this brother of yours, does he make a habit of disclosing the confidential information of the patients under his care or does he make a special exception just for his sister?
Wren: oO Oh….. I never thought about it like that… that's significantly worse Oo ::a little panicked:: Again, he thinks he's helping me, he never does this unless it's me. Betazoids… so on our world we don't really lie or keep secrets because we're all telepathic, so he's always just … very honest. Actually, could I see what he sent you? I'm so sorry, I just- I'm so sorry he bothered you.
The captain put a hand up and shook his head.
Niac: Oh no Ensign, I'm not upset with you at all. If anything I am absolutely livid about someone violating the privacy of one of my officers and dressing it up as some kind of helpful gesture while they were trying to apply their lips to my posterior. You and I don't know each other particularly well yet but I have more than my share of experience with family members that have boundary issues. They make me angry. Almost as angry as Starfleet Officers who don't know when to keep their big mouths shut. Something I intend to discuss with the Apollo station CO...who just so happens to be a friend of mine.
Wren: oO He is going to kill me. Oo Um…. I see. Well, thank you. I appreciate that, but he probably won't. ::a little worried:: I don't know what he told you, or what claims he made, but I can promise you that I am absolutely capable of doing my job here. If you need anything before I head down for shore leave, I’d be more than happy to get it done.
Truth be told, she wasn’t sure whether or not she was looking forward to shore leave or not. It was her first time, and while trips at the academy had been enjoyable, outside of a potentially evil music box, she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d be getting up to.
Niac: Response
Wren: Celestial Tide, actually. The brochure looked nice, and there’s a shopkeeper I plan to meet with who’s located there. I think Tucker will be there. What about you?
Niac: Response
Wren: Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Try giving the console a solid kick, that sometimes works for me… ::gathering her things again:: I would appreciate it if you did reach out about Mordren, actually. Maybe he’ll be less of a jerk if he knows there’ll be consequences. Thank you. ::Exits::
Niac: Response
[Tags End of scene for Wren/TBC Planet-side]