Lt Commander T'Ama - Welcome To Your New Space Job!
Melissa Jackson
(( Shuttle Bay, Deck 11, USS Valkyrie-A, in orbit around Aelkuun ))
The scent of spacecraft lubricants cut sharp through the air. T’Ama inhaled it, savored it. She smiled warmly to herself, absorbing the now nostalgic hustle and bustle of the shuttle bay - busier now that they were in orbit and on shore leave. She had put a window in her office that looked out on the flight deck when she had been Chief of Operations. What had happened to those days?
A shuttle that didn’t belong to the Valkyrie was disgorging its passenger load of transfers and guests. The Operations crew would look it over, fix anything wrong, top it up and send it back out with anyone who had orders to leave. T’Ama smiled and nodded to welcome them to the Valkyrie, but she was waiting for one person in particular - that one.
T’Ama: Ensign Zol!
Zol: response
She raised her hand in a Vulcan salute for the Trill, though she was also smiling, which was perhaps unusual for a Vulcan.
T’Ama: Lieutenant Commander T’Ama, First Officer. Welcome to the Valkyrie.
Zol: response
She consulted a PADD.
T’Ama: Science, is that correct?
She glanced up at the Trill. She had to check the paperwork for the new recruits coming out of the Academy now after the potentially disastrous mix up of someone with no medical training being assigned to Medical. Luckily the Orion counselor had been adaptable and nothing bad had happened as a result. Still, she didn’t like sloppy paperwork, especially from the Academy.
Zol: response
T’Ama: Good. Come on, I’ll bring you to Azura while Operations does your onboarding and assigns you quarters.
Zol: response
She cocked her head towards the door with a smile and started heading out, leading Janai through the corridors.
T’Ama: So are you joined?
Perhaps that was the most annoying and persistent first question Trills got, but she was First Officer now and it was relevant information should anything happen to Janai.
Zol: response
USS Valkyrie-A
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