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Unscheduled Science

Posted on Mon Nov 12th, 2018 @ 8:54pm by Sub Lieutenant Vriha t'Ehhelih & Lieutenant Commander Nokomis Diza

Mission: Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness

Vriha paused just outside the door sensor's range, torn between the strong sense that she was being followed, observed, and the Galae-instilled dread of approaching a senior officer uninvited - especially with a request to be exempted from security rules. How would the XO received her request? Would she listen, or would she deem it proof that Vriha should also be monitored, her waking and even sleeping thoughts subjected to review...

The idea sent a chill down her spine.

She nearly turned away, mind already working on how to hack the sensor data and set up a hidden link that would let her review data during the period of confinement in her quarters. It would severely limit her options for processing, filtering, running finer analyses, but maybe... No! She had been taught caution, not cowardice.

Squaring her shoulders, Vriha stepped forward and activated the door sensor.

"Come in," Nokomis called as she sniffed a bit. Kriosians did not get colds, whatever this was had to be an allergic reaction to something. Perhaps she was allergic to Tiberius. The thought amused her highly but she knew it not to be true. Perhaps a cologne he wore though she had not noticed any unusual scents upon him when they met.

She glanced up at the unanaounced visitor. She held back any surprise from crossing her features. "Vriha," Nokomis hoped she would not mind the use of her first name. "What can I do for you?"

Starfleet was so much more casual than what she was accustomed to that stressed as she already was the otherwise friendly greeting nearly threw Vriha, but she persisted. Squaring her shoulders to attention, she took a steadying breath. "Commander, I have come to request an exception from the order to remain in quarters when off duty. Or, if more appropriate to ship orders, to be designated as on duty on a continuous basis."

"Why?" Nokomis asked curiously though somehow she was certain she would know what was coming. She half hoped that she would be disappointed.

"I was discussing progress with LT t'Keirianh and it occurred to us that whatever is responsible for our current situation may fluctuate, or possibly even be triggered by active attempts to isolate it. However, we run continuous passive scans, and while nothing has been flagged in those, that may simply be because the criteria for flagging variations are insufficient for noting this phenomenon. It may require a more intuitive and exploratory review," she explained, and paused realizing her last words had come out in a rush; her tendency to accelerate when excited about a potential discovery probably muddling her delivery, especially in another language. Tugging her uniform down and taking a deliberate centering breath, she clarified. "That is, we do not know what to tell the computer to look for, so nothing appears to have been found in passive scans, but that does not mean nothing is there. It is my hope that by reviewing the scan logs, perhaps using varied or combined filters, we can see a pattern or at least pathway to a solution."

She drew herself up. "I do not require the sleep cycle or 'down time' of most of the science crew. Therefore I request that I be allowed to work on this to the greatest extent of my capability."

Nokomis paused for a minute while the other woman's words sank in. Eventually she nodded. "But you do require rest, even if not as often as the rest of the crew." She pointed out. "And I think it especially important during this event . . ." she used the world for lack of a better term. "That you not forget that." The last thing they needed on this ship was for one of the Romulans to completely snap, she already had enough reports of people reacting to their visions.

Vriha bristled slightly, but more at the degree to which the XO sounded like her mother. But as much as she'd prefer to think she had matured beyond such warnings, the truth was that she did ...occasionally... get overly absorbed in research and forget to eat or rest. "I understand, and Eilaea will monitor to ensure I take adequate breaks for rest and nutrition. And I will be working with other science department personnel," she pointed out. "Just not taking as many off-duty shifts."

Nodding, Nokomis had no other objections. "Request granted sub lieutenant. I would like fairly regular reports on your progress or lack there of. I'm just as curious about the outcome of this. And please let me know if I can be of any assistance."

"Yes, sir," Vriha replied crisply, relying on Galae-trained formality to mask her relief and enthusiasm. "I will, and any additional assistance you may think of to provide will be most welcome."

Nokomis smiled at her. "Dismissed then, I can't wait for your first report."



Lieutenant Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion



Sublieutenant Vriha t'Ehhelih
Science Officer, USS Orion

 

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