Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - (Backsim) Do I Have Something On My Face?
Martin Tucker
Tucker: Most of their work is classified, but once we learned out these things tick, we should be able to find a way to combat them in the future, because I have no doubt they’ll try again.
Exxonna: Hope not but certainly any intel is better than none. ::she gave another smile trying to stay optimistic:: As to what you said about side projects, there are certainly a few things I’d love to tinker on. I’ve been playing around with some ideas about propulsion on some of the smaller craft, Valkries and Type 9s. I want to run those by Major Singh and Lt. Cmdr. O’Connor when they have time. ::she looked up:: Oh, and of course you.
Tucker: I love tinkering! You should see my lab, speaking of which, I need to clean sooner rather than later, especially after Lieutenants Morgan and Cabrillo were in there forever.
Exxonna: Great, thank you. I’ll contact them both and get on their schedules.
Tucker: Good luck with that :: he laughed :: Don’t forget me on the way up. ::he winked, looking up like he was looking at the bridge::
Exxonna: No, I won’t forget you. I’ll forward you the schematics and design notes when I finish up my manual checks here. ::she tilted her head:: I love your feedback, just don’t judge too hard…most of it is still in pretty preliminary stages.
Tucker: This isn’t the Acdemy so no grading here. Again, I encourage my engineers to expand their horizons; there’s always something to learn. Anyway, good talk. I’ll be looking for that proposal to come across my desk, sooner rather than later. Have a good day, ensign.
He gave a mock salute with his padd, turned on a heel, and glanced back over his shoulder as he walked at a canter. The ensign was smiling and appeared to be laughing. Marty looked down the front of his shirt. Nothing. Smelled both of his pits, nothing. He shrugged and continued down the corridor.