06-28-2026, 01:20 AM
After Captain Braggins acknowledged his reporting in and just as quickly dismissed him - clearly things were starting to happen that required her attention more than a new Midshipman - Ris traversed the relatively short distance to the primary Science station. He saw the Vulcan Ensign at the station, and, straight from the manual taught at Starfleet Academy, received her report and officially relieved her at the station.
"Computer, show Midshipman Qab'ataar on duty at Primary Science as of this time." The computer offered a simple "upbeat" digital tone in response he knew to mean as the request being accomplished. He'd just begun reviewing the thorough entries from T'Varen when Lieutenant Commander Qi's voice came through on a personal comm channel.
[Qi to Qab’ataar, we’re launching the probe now. I'm sending a live feed of telemetry to your console. By the way, can you kindly remind Crewman Chertstone at the helm that this mission is not a race? I’m not convinced that ‘slow and steady’ is in his vocabulary.]
Outstanding, onboard a handful of days and already being thrown into the middle of someone else's pet peeves. He allowed himself a slight sigh.
"If needed, I will tactfully remind the Chief of that LimFac, sir," he responded, nodding in return to Flint, using the military shorthand for "Limiting Factor", and correcting the mistaken rank used by his Department Head. As he did so, his expression remained carefully neutral, though both antenna tips briefly flexed and curled slightly backwards. To those listening, Ris' response almost mimiced a more Vulcan tone and rhythm. After closing the channel, he turned back towards the Chief Petty Officer, and spoke quietly, but firmly.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar, Chief. Newly thrown to the wolves by the Academy." Though his mouth barely showed any sign of it, his jade green eyes allowed a slight hint of the humor he was attempting to impart to his words. He continued in the same subdued voice. "I don't recall being taught about anything called 'Condition Gray' at the Academy, so, if circumstances allow, I'd appreciate a primer on it."
His fingers moved confidently across the LCARS interface, adjusting the layout and other settings to his preferences. For now, the main focus of his screen was the probe telemetry.
== Tag Chertstone, and anyone else on the Bridge. ==
"Computer, show Midshipman Qab'ataar on duty at Primary Science as of this time." The computer offered a simple "upbeat" digital tone in response he knew to mean as the request being accomplished. He'd just begun reviewing the thorough entries from T'Varen when Lieutenant Commander Qi's voice came through on a personal comm channel.
[Qi to Qab’ataar, we’re launching the probe now. I'm sending a live feed of telemetry to your console. By the way, can you kindly remind Crewman Chertstone at the helm that this mission is not a race? I’m not convinced that ‘slow and steady’ is in his vocabulary.]
Outstanding, onboard a handful of days and already being thrown into the middle of someone else's pet peeves. He allowed himself a slight sigh.
"If needed, I will tactfully remind the Chief of that LimFac, sir," he responded, nodding in return to Flint, using the military shorthand for "Limiting Factor", and correcting the mistaken rank used by his Department Head. As he did so, his expression remained carefully neutral, though both antenna tips briefly flexed and curled slightly backwards. To those listening, Ris' response almost mimiced a more Vulcan tone and rhythm. After closing the channel, he turned back towards the Chief Petty Officer, and spoke quietly, but firmly.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar, Chief. Newly thrown to the wolves by the Academy." Though his mouth barely showed any sign of it, his jade green eyes allowed a slight hint of the humor he was attempting to impart to his words. He continued in the same subdued voice. "I don't recall being taught about anything called 'Condition Gray' at the Academy, so, if circumstances allow, I'd appreciate a primer on it."
His fingers moved confidently across the LCARS interface, adjusting the layout and other settings to his preferences. For now, the main focus of his screen was the probe telemetry.
== Tag Chertstone, and anyone else on the Bridge. ==