PNPC Ensign Vailani Zoyara - Get The Stocks
Luxa Lorana
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin ))
Zoyara could only stand as the Captain held her fate in his hands. She tried to keep her posture respectful and her frustration out of her face.
A talent she had never been able to fully master.
What would this mean for her? She'd be transferred off to where? She had already ostracized herself from the Artemis, it was unlikely that she could go back there? If her father heard about this he'd likely see that she spent the next few years working administration on Andoria's Polar Outposts.
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Niac: =/\= Mr. Raga, please join me in the ready room. =/\=
Raga. The first officer, she'd debated going to him before addressing the Captain. Her father had always told her that it was best to cut to the core of the situation.
She felt the Captain would be the most effective way to raise her concerns. That, as she had learnt, was a massive mistake. Now, the mistake was going to be spread.
Toryn walked into the Ready Room and as the door to the office swished open he gave his CO a questioning look. First thing of note was the Ensign’s rigid posture and he met the CO’s gaze as the man looked past her at him.
Niac: Ah, Mr. Raga. Ensign Vailani here was just telling me about the lackluster state of the ship and the inadequacy of our timetable. In fact, she felt it was so serious that she entirely forgot about the entire chain of command and came right up here to report it to me personally.
Zoyara tried to appear adequately remorseful, pushing down the swelling anger that had begun to soar inside of her.
oO would you like me to build some stocks for you to put me? Oo
Raga: Did she now? I don’t recall everyone but you being on leave, sir. ::He dryly added:: Perhaps the Ensign suffered a memory loss of some kind?
Vailani: Commander, I've already apologised to the Captain. Let me apologise to you, as well oO why don't we bring in the rest of the ship while we're at it, I'll personally apologise to the chef for his oversalted hasperat Oo I'm sorry that I overstepped. It will never happen again.
Niac: Yes well I was just thinking about how to address this memory issue of hers. Tell me, are we still shorthanded in the crew mess?
Zoyara face of solemn remorse slipped quick and suddenly. Her eyes growing wide and her jaw dropping.
oO the crew mess! Next you'll be changing my uniform to the grey variant! Oo
Raga: Hmm. ::The Al-Leyan crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed his chin with two fingers and a thumb:: Yes, but I do believe I also saw a request from Engineering for someone to scrub the plasma manifolds. ::He made a eureka face:: Now that I recall, the waste reclamation system hasn’t been properly purged either. ::He circled back:: That being said, cleaning the mess would keep the Ensign from being stuck in an isolated part of the ship.
Kerrod’s soft smile turned entirely feral.
Niac: To me that sounds like an excellent opportunity to lend a hand in a critical area and, at the same time, learn more about the crew of which she is now a part. Wouldn't you say, Number One?
Raga: Absolutely, sir. I believe the replicators in the mess are due for cleaning and maintenance. I saw something about one of them stuck replicating nothing but tapioca pudding. ::He tapped his index finger on his chin:: I’m sure since the Ensign has so much time to circumvent the chain of command, they’ll be able to help with any of the critical tasks on the ship that are lower priority. I’m sure the department chief’s will be glad for the extra help.
Niac: Oh that is an excellent suggestion, Mr. Raga. Truly excellent. Can you see that the Ensign's duty assignments are adjusted accordingly?
Raga: Of course, sir. I’ll have the department chiefs send me a list of all the low priority, critical issues that need doing. I’m sure the Ensign will be quite busy helping out her shipmates.
Niac nodded and turned his attention back towards one of the many other padds stacked on his desk but as he retrieved one, he glanced back towards the suffering junior officer.
Niac: Ensign, I strongly believe in second chances. I advise you to take advantage of this one and learn all you can about what actually makes a starship operate. If in one month's time I find your understanding to still be lacking you will be on the first cramped shuttlepod to Starbase Eighty. Am I clear, Ensign Vailani?
Vailani: Of course, sir. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to prove myself.
Zoyara looked to the Captain, and something in the burly Trill man she saw something that reminded her of her father. It was the look of eyes that had seen more than words could convey.
The commander moved to stand beside the captain and she dared looked to the Al-Leyan commander. His eyes shone brightly and she diverted her eyes immediately. His face a stern, authoritative glare in her direction.
Niac: Dismissed.
Zoyara allowed herself a faint sigh of relief and immediately left the room.
She stopped and placed a hand on the wall of the bridge, looking around at the bustling activity and allowed herself to breath. That did not go as well as she had planned.
Science Officer
USS Ronin
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