Lieutenant Velaan Saa - I Don't Love the Sound of That
Sevantha Saa
(( Science Labs, Deck 3, USS Thor ))
Velaan’s day had started strangely with an unfamiliar cat having been resting in his room. Instead of being cautious of such omens, he’d embraced them by suiting up the kitten in a yellow collar with shiny little delta and set off to work. He’d attempted to go to Operations to scan for any chip that might identify the cat but he’d been handed a work order at the door and sent on his way. Whatever the previous mission had disrupted a lot of order on the ship, and from the sounds of it, he was more than a little thankful he missed it. Velaan had spent enough time in interdimensional prisons for his liking.
V. Saa: Everyone seems a little discombobulated still and apparently being that close to the Tangle resulted in some expected incidents. ::he straightened to those he didn't know:: Lieutenant Velaan Saa, and this little ma’am ::gesturing to the cat:: Is working Ops with me until we find her owner.
Talyra: I… see. Lost, then. Do you remember any information about the contaminated inventory or who reported it?
Glancing down at his PADD, his waved it slightly then shrugged.
V. Saa: All it says is contaminated. No one has made it clear whether it from your tidepool or quantum fissures radiation or if someone left a freezer cracked.
Talyra: I can use a break anyway and there’s a lot about the Science Labs on the Thor that I haven’t seen yet. I can help you look.
He grinned appreciatively.
V. Saa: Thank you, and that makes two of us, I haven’t explored the Labs too much myself.
Talyra: ::nodding:: Of course. I am… curious though. I’m sure you get this question a lot but are you related by any chance to Commander Saa?
Yep, there was the question, and he again debated how to answer this. Considering the entire ship was now wrapped up in DTI and Division 14 tape, what did it hurt to drop the truth? Plus a little chatter made the walk considerably more interesting and it appeared the kitten was fairly content on her shoulder perch.
V. Saa: Genetically, yes, dimensionally no. ::tapped the PADD trying to find more evidence about the work order:: I’m not from this universe and with no way to go back where I came from, for many complicated reasons, you all got stuck with me.
Tito: Hello Lieutenant, Ensign… ::He narrowed his eyes:: Curious…
Velaan stopped at the greeting and looked up from his PADD. He’d seen the man in passing several times, he had one of those looks that was impossible to forget, but he didn’t recall his name. Worse, Velaan then had to parse if he was remembering encountering this version of him before or if he was remembering a detail from another version of him in another universe.
V. Saa: You… ::pointing at him:: I recognize your devilish mug but I’m sorry I’m drawing a blank on your name Lieutenant….
Talyra: Response
Tito: Forgive me, Lieutenant Tito, Science Officer… I just have a feeling I know that cat, but can’t remember from where…
Finally a clue! He turned his head towards Sachiko, listening as her purrs increased in volume in reaction to the man. Playfully he used a finger to stroke her chin.
V. Saa: You appear to be my first lead on his identity so far, Lieutenant. ::looking to Sachiko:: And she seems to like you.
Talyra: Response
Tito: Looks like the feeling is mutual…
Orlon, A: Am Ah interrupting?
Pivoting, Velaan realized he may have inadvertently caused a small scene in the science labs that was delaying both their work and his. Still it was nice to get familiar with all the new faces. At the next voice, one with an accent that sounded like a terran dialect, he turned and greeted them.
V. Saa: Not at all, just a drop in from your friendly neighborhood Ops officer and his assistant Ops Cat, following up a report of contaminated inventory which the Ensign is helping me locate. ::Motions to the cat:: I am also trying to find her owner.
Talyra: Response
Orlon, A.: Ah’m Orlon Aislin. Ah dunna think Ah’ve had the pleasure of meeting any of ya yet.
He shook his head.
V. Saa: Only got back on board myself, I’m seeing all kinds of new faces lately. ::looks around almost suspiciously:: But Ops almost never sends me to science, so I currently on my own new frontier.
Talyra/Tito: Response
Orlon, A: Ah’m the new Chief of Science. It’s nice ta meet ya all.
What?
Velaan blinked a little in surprise hearing the woman’s reported rank. Was Alora resigning? Transferring? A number of questions that were beyond his pips emerged. If Alora was leaving she surely would have mentioned it at breakfast. Had something happened?
Orlon, A: You are Lieutenant Tito. But Ah dunna believe Ah know who the rest of ya are.
He shook off the surprise and nodded his head in greeting, masking the number of questions he now had regarding the new chief’s appointment.
V. Saa: Lieutenant Velaan Saa, yes I am related to Commander Saa, genetically but not dimensionally. ::he made a little gun with his finger:: I’m the guy on the wrong side of the mirror.
Talyra/Tito: Response
Sachiko: Mrrrrow.
Orlon, A: It’s nice ta meet ya all. And you too!
A weight lifted from his shoulders as Aislin went to greet the previously perched kitten. Instead, Sachiko leapt to the floor, escaping the insufferable life of no pets to explore. He apologetically glanced to Aislin before remembering why he was there in the first place.
Orlon,A: Well, it’s nice ta meet ya anyway.
Sachiko: Rrrrrr.
V. Saa: We do have to still work, little lady. ::he waved his PADD at Sachiko as if she understood:: Contaminated inventory and all?
Orlon.A/Talyra/Tito: Response
Lightly he shrugged his shoulder at the questions.
V. Saa: She isn’t mine. I woke up with her sleeping on my chest and have been looking for her owner all morning, I was going to use the Ops chip reader we use in case a pet gets loose after an adventure at Pawsgard, but I got handed a work order and was sent here. ::he looks at the PADD:: Would you all mind if I use the console to review previous inventory intakes from Ops here…?
Orlon.A/Talyra/Tito: Response
Walking over the console, he set to work accessing the several inventory requests of the previous weeks. It seemed there was an influx of orders and duplications, orders that had been made before the incident and orders made after that were the exact same. Clearly someone had forgotten they had just ordered supplies. He squinted before Sachiko leapt to the console, and trapped his right hand.
V. Saa: H-hey… ::he sighs as she grooms herself before looking to the science officers:: So someone made a bunch of orders, doubling up on supplies… but I’m seeing only a few that would be of concern. One that requires specific storage temperature, one that requires specifications for atmospheric pressure, have there been any unusual readings or strangeness in the labs?
Science was the one place he disliked the idea of contamination. Either it could be as simple as unsterilized tools, or something got exposed to radiation that it shouldn’t and mutated. He really hoped nothing had mutated.
Orlon.A/Talyra/Tito: Response
V. Saa: I appreciate it. ::he attempts to use one hand to type:: Hmm, most of the recent orders have been restocks that doubled up on previous orders, though food for the biology labs were among them. Specifically, for those Seda silk moths and gossamer mice.
Orlon.A/Talyra/Tito: Response
He furrowed a little at the thought.
V. Saa: I don't love the sound of that.
Orlon.A/Talyra/Tito: Response
[[To be continued...]]
Operations Officer