Unwelcome Intrusion

Posted on Sat Jul 23rd, 2011 @ 5:14pm by Commander Jordan Gunning & Lieutenant JG Emily Hamson

Mission: The Fate of the Swiftsure
Location: Science Lab 6

OOC: Hey! I wondered if you might fancy doing a JP? I figured Emily might be checking out the enhanced sensor palettes and, given that we'll be sharing sensor data, Jordan might be down making some calibrations or... y'know... just generally loafing around a science lab.

OCC: sounds Awsome!

[ON]

Jordan sat with his feet on the console. It was quiet in the sixth of the Iapetus' fifteen or so science labs. It always was. Oftentimes the tactical officer would go there to escape the trappings of his job. Being the chief of security on a starship meant that one was never really off duty, despite the talents and ability of his Assistant Chief, people always found a reason to communicate with him and generally piss him off with questions on the minutiae of Starfleet law and policy.

He liked to head to the science lab and leave his comm badge in his quarters. Strictly speaking, it was against regulations to do so but given that there was no way of filtering calls for business or pleasure and given that any red alert klaxon could be heard all throughout the ship, he figured he was pretty safe from scrutiny.

He took a sip of the drink that he had replicated and returned his attention to his book. 'Farewell, My Lovely' by Raymond Chandler. A story of lost love and conspiracy with a pressurised detective at the centre of the tale. His favourite kind.

Emily was fascinated by the enhanced science labs and sensory palettes that she couldn't resist the urge to explore. She walked into Science Lab 6 and saw a male sat reading with his feet on her console, anger quickly filled her body.

"Remove your feet from my console!" She ordered firmly.

Jordan removed his feet- he wasn't used to having women shouting at him from doorways. "Apologies," he said as he turned around to take in the woman in the doorway. He had never seen her before but he knew exactly who she was. Implants. Teal collar. Lieutenant Emily Hamson. Chief Science Officer.

Probably doing her first tour of her scientific facilities. He could understand why she might not be pleased to find him down here.

"Sorry, Lieutenant. I often come down here to get away from the demands of my staff," Jordan said, "I didn't intend to startle you."

Emily stood up straight and quickly regained control of her emotions,

"You didn't startle me." She stated and walked into the room "I simply like my labs to be treated with respect. I apologise for shouting." she said, she had managed to calm herself down and showed respect to her senior officer.

"My designati--name is Emily. What is yours sir?" she asked. She was trying to not use Borg terminology anymore but she was finding it hard.

Yes- sorry about that. I was conducting an experiment... in a way. To try and avoid people for as long as possible." He said with a wry smile. "Lieutenant Commander Jordan Gunning. Chief of Security and Tactical. If you're a lieutenant called Emily doing a tour of a long-forgotten science lab then that must make you Lieutenant Emily Hamson."

"Correct." She confirmed and nodded. "Why were you attempting to avoid people?"

"Ahh, you know the story Lieutenant." Gunning said, "sometimes it's just nice not to have to put up with constant status reports despite being off duty. They make it near-impossible to get peace to read."

"Fair enough." she replied but she couldn't understand as she hated being alone, the only time she spent alone was when she was regenerating.

"I'm not much for being alone at the best of times," Jordan said with an impression of what she must have thought. "Sometimes it's nice to be able to escape the trappings of being a Starfleet officer, I suppose. Are you just making your rounds, Lieutenant?"

"No. I'm exploring my new surroundings and getting to know everyone and everything." she answered.

"Ahh, well. How far are you round?" Jordan asked with a wide smile, "I can show you round a bit, if you'd like? I know the Iapetus like the back of my hand these days."

Emily nodded happily "Lead the way, Commander." she said and waited for him to stand up.
"How long have you been aboard this vessel?" she asked.

"Two years, now." Jordan said as he led the Lieutenant to the turbolift. "I'm an old hat now. Have you been to the bridge yet?"

"Yes I have. Its very grand and very different then a Borg vessel." she answered.

"What is the bridge like on a Borg vessel, if you don't mind my asking?" Gunning had never seen anything other than estimated top-down schematics of Borg vessels and was curious as to their layout. Did a Hive Mind even need a command centre?

"A Borg vessel doesn't have a bridge as of such. There are separate consoles on each deck to communicate with ships but that's all. As Borg, we don't require a helm or tactical stations." She answered.

"I see." Jordan said. He was genuinely intrigued by the layout of a Borg ship but he didn't want to press her too much. "Is there any form of rank within the collective?"

"No. We work as one, when one task needs completeing one drone will do it without thinking. Its hard to adapt from a borg vessel to star fleet." She answered and briefly remembered her time as a borg.

"I see," the tactical officer replied as they walked, "I'll need to pick your brains about that sometime."

"On our next meeting." she said and smiled.

Once Emily had been shown around the ship and Science facilities she had to return to her room to regenerate.

"Thank you for the.. tour, Sir. It was greatly appriecate." she said.

"You're most welcome," Jordan replied, "have a lovely day Lieutenant."

"Good day Sir." she said and turned around to leave. She walked down the corridor, walked into the turbo lift and waited as it moved through the ship. Finally, it stopped on the correct deck and she walked down another corridor and then turned right into her room.

"Computer, Star regenerative cycle." she told the computer and climbed into the unit. It clicked as she was linked to the unit through her coritcol node.

[OFF]

Lieutenant Commander Jordan Gunning
Chief Security & Tactical Officer

Lieutenant (JG) Emily Hamson
Chief Science Officer