Posted by Lieutenant Demil Lis (Chief Science Officer) in CSO Office - Checking in

Posted by Cadet Kael Draven (Scientist) in CSO Office - Checking in
The turbolift doors hiss open, revealing the sterile gleam of the deck. Kael Draven steps out, the metallic tang of recycled air filling his nostrils. He starts walking, the precise clicks of his boots echoing in the quiet hum of the ship’s engines, a constant, low thrum that vibrates through the deck plating and into the soles of his feet.

Finally, he reaches the door of the CSO’s office. Kael stops, his hand hovering over the access panel. Muffled voices come from within. He hesitates, not out of nervousness, but more from a sense of professional courtesy. He glances around the empty corridor. No obvious “enter at will” signs. He straightens his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and waits, figuring a brief pause is better than barging in mid-sentence.
Silence falls, and he gently presses the button on the access panel.

Cadet Kael Draven, Science Department

(OOC: Great first post! My only note is to remember to write in past tense, but that’s relatively minor all things considered!)

“Enter,” Demil’s voice rang out clearly, and the door hissed open in response. Demil was sitting behind his desk - a small transparent aluminum one tucked in the corner of the room, almost an afterthought in the room’s layout. On the other side of it, another cadet - a red-haired human woman - stood, having apparently just stood up. “If you have any questions,” Demil told her, “you know where I can be found.” With that, the CSO stood up, accompanying her to the door and gesturing Kael in. “Cadet Draven, if you would have a seat?” he requested. The Trill lieutenant didn’t look much older than any of the cadets, but he had a quiet sense of competence that no doubt come from experience. “I apologize, my meeting with Cadet Zayin ran overtime. Can I get you any refreshments from the replicator?”

Lieutenant Demil Lis
Chief Science Officer

OOC: Will try my best, thank you.

IC:

Kael shook his head slightly. “No, thank you, sir,” he said, keeping his tone polite but firm. He stepped forward and lowered himself into the chair, adjusting his uniform with a quick, practiced motion.

As he settled in, he took in the atmosphere of the room. It was efficient, functional; just like the man who occupied it. A sleek silver conference table dominated the space, its polished surface reflecting the soft overhead lighting. Against one wall, a standard-issue desk sat tucked away, more of an afterthought than a centerpiece. Nearby, a single shelf held a few personal items, subtle hints of a life outside of regulations and research.
Kael folded his hands in his lap and met Lieutenant Demil’s gaze, waiting for him to speak. Suddenly a ship-wide broadcast chimed through the lieutenants combadge. Though meant only for senior officers, the announcement was loud enough to be partially heard in the quiet room.

“Senior staff, please report to…” The rest was muffled, the details lost to the encryption of command-level transmissions.

Lieutenant Demil’s expression barely shifted, though Kael noticed the subtle way his jaw tightened. The Trill officer tapped his combadge in acknowledgment but didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he let out a slow breath and refocused on Kael.

Cadet Kael Draven, Science Department