Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket (Chief Engineer Officer) in Chief Engineer going on Break Mess Hall -Everyone’s welcome

Posted by Ensign Rakia hu (Diplomatic Officer) in Chief Engineer going on Break Mess Hall -Everyone’s welcome

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket (Chief Engineer Officer) in Chief Engineer going on Break Mess Hall -Everyone’s welcome
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While Lieutenant Becket had finally gotten himself used to having two new junior officers in his department, he had finally had time to go to the mess hall and take a little break. =^= Lieutenant Becket to Ensign Valhalla. Once you’re done, you are in command of engineering until I get back. =^= He tapped his com badge to inform his first junior officer and informed Ensign Valhalla.

Lieutenant Becket then went to the turbo lift. The doors then swooshed wide open and commanded “Mess Hall.” He said smiling. The lift doors then swooshed closed and the lift started to take off and is grateful for what he’s got.

The lift took a halt and then swooshed wide open at Becket’s stop and Becket had then walked off the lift. The lift doors then swooshed shut as he walked off. Becket then started to head over to the Mess Hall and the doors swooshed wide open. He then sat down at a bar in the Mess hall and ordered something that was from Vulcan. However, he doesn’t know the name of it.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

In the next seat over, a very small person stood atop her chair, trying very hard to reach a bottle of ketchup that was just out of her reach. Beside her on the counter was a heaping pile of fish and chips, which was the whole reason why she was trying to access the poorly placed condiment. Kota strained her little arm, but alas, she was too short. Big, deep blue eyes then turned slowly in the direction of the engineering chief, and she looked at the man in that way that kids do, when they’re working up the courage to ask for something. Kota might be a preteen in human terms, but she wasn’t above using her cuteness to her advantage. Wide eyes, sad face.

Ensign Tak
Science Officer USS Ark Angel

Becket looked at the young Ensign and scooted the bottle to her. “Here kid. My name is Alex Becket. What’s yours?” He asked.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Kota took the ketchup with a grateful look. “Thank you, mister! I am Kota.” The child adjusted herself upon the chair and poured a generous dollop of ketchup onto her plate. “It is nice to meet you, Mister Becket.”

“Pleasure is all mine Kota. And please call me Alex.” He said.

After a grueling day buried in paperwork, the ship’s new diplomat finally carved out a moment for herself. She needed a break—and food. Entering the mess hall, her mind was set on finding a refreshing assortment of fruit and, perhaps, indulging in several cans of orange soda, her guilty pleasure.

The Aurelian was nothing short of striking, her presence commanding attention the moment she stepped into the room. Her appearance was a blend of grace and unusual beauty, even among her kind. She bore a strong resemblance to a secretary bird, her sleek feathers a gradient of light blue that deepened to a rich, dark blue at the tips of her wings, legs, and arms. A delicate sheen caught the light, giving her plumage an almost iridescent quality.

Her brilliant violet eyes, vivid and piercing, scanned the room with practiced precision, taking in every detail. She carried herself with an air of confidence, her movements deliberate and poised. The sharp click of her talons against the polished floor echoed through the quiet hall, a sound that announced her arrival before she even spoke. Stealth was not her forte—nor would she ever stoop to such clandestine behavior.

Rakia’s gaze softened slightly as she ordered a bowl of vibrant fruit from the replicator. She adjusted her wings with a faint rustle, her thoughts briefly lingering on the peaceful reprieve this moment offered. As she moved to claim her prize, the faintest smile tugged at the corner of her beak. It was a small, well-earned victory after a day filled with negotiations and red tape.

Diplomatic Officer
Rakia

Kota
Civilian, USS Ark Angel

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

“Okay, Mister Alex. What, um,” Kota examined her paws for a moment, “What is your job on the ship? Do you work with my Ig’ta?”

Kota
Civilian
USS Ark Angel

He looked at Kota. “I work in engineering. I’m the Chief engineer on the ship lots of work. I’m sure your Ig’ta and I have seen each other but never really talked. I’m mainly in the engine room.” He said.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

“My Ig’ta [OOC translation; Ig’ta = Parent] is a scientist,” Kota grabbed a fish and took a little nibble. “They used to be a pilot too, but they stopped doing that when we moved to the Ark Angel.” Another bite of fish. “I am glad. It was scary when they were out there in a tiny ship, fighting other people.” And in a very small voice, mostly to herself, she added, “I do not wanna lose another parent.”

Ensign Tak
Science Officer USS Ark Angel

Once he heard about the losing a parent, it reminded him that his stepmother had died. But he didn’t want to bring it up. “Well I’m glad your here on the Ark Angel.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

If Rakia overheard the child’s comment about not wanting to lose a parent, she gave no indication. Her serene demeanor, a hallmark of her Aurelian heritage, remained unshaken. Being Aurelian had its advantages, especially when it came to maintaining composure and observing others with quiet curiosity. She had come to appreciate the dynamic between the ship’s engineer and the child, sensing an unspoken bond that spoke of trust and care.

“Would it be alright if I joined you two?” she asked, her voice carrying a musical lilt, a subtle harmony that seemed to soothe the air around her.

Her request was genuine. Since coming aboard the ship, her time had been consumed by duties and acclimating to her new surroundings. She hadn’t had many opportunities to connect with the crew, and this seemed like a chance to start. Rakia’s violet eyes, faintly luminescent in the light of the mess-hall reflected an unspoken warmth as she awaited their reply.

Diplomatic officer Rakia

Alex had then heard the new voice in the room and smiled. “Please. Come and sit. We would love to have your company.” He said with a genuine smile.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Alex Becket
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Kota jumped a little and hid behind her fingers at the new arrival, but the shy child calmed herself after a moment and took another bite of fish, dipping it in the ketchup. She then nodded shyly at Rakia, glancing over at Becket before eating a chip.

Kota
Civilian
USS Ark Angel