Posted by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?

Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science Office - Is there Someone to Talk to?

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He shook his head, swallowing the bite down. “Let’s not discuss numbers,” he said. “They’re unfathomable for us. Trying to just…” He shook his head again. “We’re a long, long way from home, and it will take a long, long time to get back.” He took another bite, chewing this one a little more slowly before he continued.

“I couldn’t ask for a better group,” he told her. “They’ve been pretty calm through this so far. I had teams do diagnostics on all ship’s sensors, probes, and check out the shuttle and runabout sensors, too.” He gestured with his sandwich toward the PADD he’d unceremoniously deposited on her desk. “I wanted to know how many eyes we potentially have, and make sure they’re all working properly.” He paused, fiddling with the sandwich. “We should have something to show when we get back, right?” He gave a weak half-grin, doing little to hide the actual worry behind it, and took another bite of his sandwich.

• Ensign Riley, Science

Fayth nodded, “It’s a good group. I don’t expect everyone to stay calm either. It’s a tough situation and…” she stopped herself. “Sorry, I don’t need to repeat myself. We’ll wait till everyone gets here. But I am very impressed with the work you’ve been doing. You should be proud of that Riley. You and your team are really doing well.” She listened as he described the work he had assigned. She was pleased that he’d thought of the auxiliary craft and had included that in his report. “I’ll be taking a team down there to run a full diagnostic on everything, after the senior staff meeting. Sensors, equipment, everything to make sure it’s all up to date.”

That gave her a thought and she tapped her combadge, =^=Fayth to Rains. En Riley sent a team down to torpedo storage and launch bays with a small team to inventory the probes and run some diagnostics. I wanted to know if you wanted to send anyone from security. They can help do the same with the torpedos while they are there. I will also be taking a team to do the same and check sensors on the shuttles and runabouts after the staff meeting if you would like to send anyone.=^=

She shrugged seemingly a little unsure, “We all need to work together, right?” She would ask for other departments to send someone as well when she got to the meeting
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Claude entered on autopilot, his face reading the display on the Padd in his hand. He glanced up absently only to find an open seat. Once that task was completed he resumed his reading. He had been reading about synthetic elements and the methods of their discovery. He was truly trying to figure out how they had an asteroid sized naturally forming synthetic element sitting in their geology lab. If he could solve that puzzle, he might be able to find a way to use that knowledge to their advantage.

• Lt. Genard

The other lab heads had arrived as well. “Genard, have you eaten? It’s been a long shift, and we are all past our normal duty shifts.” She asked the rest of the NEs as well. She did not want anyone confused or off focus because of fatigue or hunger. For herself she was munching on a grilled cheese sandwich.

She took a seat among the rest of them. Her office wasn’t really able to hold a conference table or allow for a circle to be formed, but they were all facing each other. “Alright, we’ve heard the captain’s announcement. It’s going to be awhile before things settle. I want you all to be aware, for yourselves, and those you work with, that one minute we may be fine individually and the next you or someone else may not be. The counseling staff is on board for a reason. Use them.” From someone else that might seem lip service but there was no one in sciences that didn’t know that Fayth had weekly and sometimes more often, meetings with the counselor. It was listed in her schedule so people could find her. “As Mr. Riley reminded me, let’s not talk the numbers. It is what it is, for now. So as much as possible let’s focus on what we can do.” The anxiety in the room was simmering dangerously under the surface and Fayth rubbed her temples absently. She realized she was luckier than others in the room. Some of them had family on board with them, others were alone far from friends and family. She was going to have to do something about making sure the department became family, the whole ship too, or that was a job for counseling and command she supposed, but sciences was her responsibility and she genuinely cared about all of them.

She took a deep breath and took fell into her roll of representing the botany department and civilian crew. “The arboretums are undamaged. We were lucky there. The civilian staff is working in arboretum 3 to try and increase our ‘crop’ production. Resources may be scarce so they are concentrating on providing fresh sources of food. Many of the plants in 1 are starting to bear fruit. I have been asked to collect a list of plant based foods that anyone would want to request. They will check the seeds stores and see if we have it. They have an idea to use the naturally produced oxygen in the arboretums to supplement our emergency systems. And, though it may seem a small non vital thing, when things settle they are going to start revamping 2 for the children, make it new, something to distract them, and I heard rumor of clearing area in 1 for an ‘outdoor’ game area. After the senior staff meeting I’ll be going to the shuttle bay. I know sensors are already being tested but I want to make sure that all the science areas are stocked with whatever we might need.” She looked around, meeting each of their gazes, and nodded in understanding, and waited for them to collect their thoughts and the next person to give their update.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO