ZE/D02 - Science Labs

[Paul]

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[GM-06]

==Time: 1130 hours==

Accompanied by a cross-looking Security detail, C’Had was now arguing with one of them as the trio approached the Science Laboratories. “I know you’re my chaperones, but I told you, I don’t need one!”

“We are under orders.” The one, a female human, protested.

“Can I give you …alternative order?” The Trill asked, smiling.

“No.” The woman replied, narrowing her eyebrows at him. After a beat where the Trill looked positively skeptical, she added, “Plus, I’m only attracted to females. You may be pretty, but you’re definitely not my type.”

As a response, C’Had simply stuck his tongue out at her, like a child would. “Nehh.” He replied, striding back towards the doors. They opened to show officers working, not paying him any mind. “Lunchtime!” He called out, feeling the ring of his voice against his ears. Then, to at least the Security Officers’ horror, he began singing and dancing.

“Poetry in motion / She turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean / As sweet as any harmony
Mmm, she blinded me with science / She blinded me with science!”

And he sashayed over to the closest working officer. “Science rules, am I right?”



==Tag to the Science team!
Keir, please feel free to take over the security officers if you like==

[Amila Ra'an]

Lieutenant Ra'an could hear what had to be Mediator Kestir from inside her office. As she looked up from her desk to see what was going on she heard him begin singing a song and start to dance toward Midshipman Cortez who she had put to work cataloguing inventory from the old crew. She didn't know Cortez well enough to know how he'd react and he hadn't been fully briefed on the mission, or the importance of keeping Kestir happy yet.

In an effort to protect her science officers from discomfort and to keep anyone from potentially offending the Mediator Ra'an popped up from her seat so quickly she banged her left knee on her desk pretty hard. She swore in Orion under her breath, but shook off the pain quickly as she rushed out to the main lab.

"Mediator - C'had, I mean. Great to see you," Amila called out, giving him a smile. "Sorry, I just hit my knee a little. but it's fine. Are you ready to go holodecking, or did you just stop by for a visit? I see you've met Ensign Groble, and this is Midshipman Cortez." Amila cleared her throat once and looked at her officers expectantly. 

==Tag Cortez and GM 06==

[Sebastian Cortez]

Sebastian was busy cataloguing inventory from the old crew. He understood the importance of ensuring crew members received personal research materials and any personal items they may have left behind. Sebastian was deep into his assigned task when he heard some singing. He looked up and saw a young Trill male he had never seen before.

What in the world is going on?

Sebastian was about to assist the Trill as he was clearly lost when Commander Amila arrived and addressed the Trill, "Mediator - C'had, I mean. Great to see you," Amila called out, giving him a smile. "Sorry, I just hit my knee a little. but it's fine. Are you ready to go holodecking, or did you just stop by for a visit? I see you've met Ensign Groble, and this is Midshipman Cortez." Amila cleared her throat once and looked at her officers expectantly.

Sebastian was confused as he hadn’t really received a proper briefing; he was put straight to work and assumed that once everything had a chance to settle down.

Sebastian was a Star Fleet Officer, and in true Star Fleet fashion, Sebastian gave the Mediator a polite nod of the head and said, “Greetings, Mediator, pleasure to meet you.”

Sebastian wasn't overly comfortable with political affairs, but knew it was part of being a good Officer that he had to learn this valuable skill.



== Tag All. ==