Posted by Ensign Soral T’Varan (Science Officer) in Chief Science Office- New crew first meeting with CSO

Posted by Lieutenant James Grey (Chief Science Officer) in Chief Science Office- New crew first meeting with CSO

Posted by Ensign Soral T’Varan (Science Officer) in Chief Science Office- New crew first meeting with CSO
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Shortly after squaring away his quarters, Soral T’Varan made his way to the Chief Science Officer’s office. Starfleet regulations required that he formally report to his department head upon arrival, and Soral adhered to such protocols without deviation.

He paused outside the doorway, briefly inspecting his uniform—creases aligned, insignia properly positioned, no visible imperfections. Satisfied that it met both Starfleet standards and Vulcan expectations, he straightened his posture.

Soral raised his hand and activated the door chime.

He waited patiently, hands clasped behind his back, expression composed and unreadable. Whatever response followed would determine the next logical step in his integration aboard the USS Ark Angel.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

“Enter” A singsongy voice called from behind the door.

The office of the Ark Angel’s Chief Science Officer was simple, a corner desk with a large display to monitor the various labs. The window overlooking the main lab was set to opaque. There was a small counter at the far wall behind the desk, which had a small potted plant, three physical books and a photo frame which was rotating several different holopics. James Grey, the Science Department head, stood and was watering the plant. He was in his mid-fifties, with black hair slicked back, greying at the temples and blue eyes that somehow maintained a mischievous glint. He was very tall, at least 6‘5” and thin, a slightly lean build. A familiar face to T’Varan, as Grey had been an instructor for Xenoanthrobiology and Advanced Quantum Physics just a few years ago during the Vulcan’s tenure at Starfleet Academy, although he looked less haggard and no longer walked with a cane

He turned and smiled at Soral “Ensign, please have a seat. Care for some refreshments? I have some spiced Raalian tea” He gestured to a Vulcan teapot on his desk, a gift from his own tenure at the Vulcan Science Academy.

CSO

The doors slid open after permission was granted, and Soral T’Varan entered the Chief Science Officer’s office. His gaze moved briefly, efficiently, taking in the surroundings. The room was notably sparse—clean lines, minimal furnishings, and an absence of unnecessary decoration.

He found the arrangement… acceptable.

Vulcans valued efficiency above sentiment, and Soral could not help but approve of an environment free from ornamental objects and emotional attachments. Such niceties, as humans often favored, served no functional purpose and frequently interfered with clarity of thought. This office suggested a mind inclined toward practicality.

Soral took the seat that had been offered. He sat upright, back straight, hands clasped neatly before him, posture precise and disciplined. His expression remained calm, his attention focused entirely on the matter at hand.

“A spiced Raalian tea would be agreeable,” he said evenly. “Thank you.”

He waited, composed and patient, ready to proceed with whatever formalities or discussion would logically follow.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

James poured the Ensign a cup, then himself. The cups were handmade. Vulcan Ceramic with script from an old Vulcan Poem, the cups, of course, had no handles, neither did the pot, but James poured without a flicker of discomfort, years of practice and of course, cheating.

James sat back down and sipped from his cup “So tell me about your expertise” He skipped any preambles he might usually go with.

CSO

Soral accepted the cup of Raalian tea, taking it into his hands without the slightest discomfort; it had been prepared to Vulcan standards, as expected. He took a measured sip.

He found himself approving of the decision to forgo preamble. Small talk had never been a practice he fully understood, nor one he found particularly efficient. Perhaps, he acknowledged, extended service aboard a Starfleet vessel populated largely by humans might alter that perception. While unlikely, the possibility could not be dismissed outright.

“I am trained in all major scientific disciplines,” Soral said calmly. “However, quantum astrophysics and subspace wave mechanics are my primary specializations.”

He remained still, attentive, and ready to expand upon the statement if logic or protocol required it.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

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Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel