Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Mor (Scientist) in T’Mor, Boarding

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Executive Officer) in T’Mor, Boarding

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Mor (Scientist) in T’Mor, Boarding
T’Mor took a deep breath before she rang the chime outside the OX’s office. She was- fine. Everything was fine. In fact, she didn’t even view it as a demotion. Though some might have. She had somewhat secretly hoped her position as Chief Science Officer was temporary. She missed managing her own lab, working in her projects rather than overseeing an entire department. This wasn’t a failure on her part…

Everything was fine…

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor, Scientist|

OOC: Our spec doesn’t actually have an office for the XO (which has become a bit of a joke now), but I’ll just toss her into the Conference Room, if that works for you. Chiming for entry would still be appropriate unless they had an appt already set. :)
IC:
“Enter…” a slightly raspy voice called out.

At the large table was a Human woman with medium brown hair pulled back and pinned into a twist. Focused on the large PADD in front of her, she held up one finger to her guest and said nothing just then. Around her were a couple small piles of PADDs, as well as a mug that was pushed off to the side alongside a half-full glass of water.

Nodding a couple time to herself, the woman swivelled her chair towards the door and smiled as she laid eyes on the newcomer. “Ahh! Lieutenant Mor, I was expecting you and this is not far off when I thought you might pop around.” She stood, and was quite tall and lean and had impeccable posture. She appeared about middle aged for a Human (though she was a bit older), and there was still no grey hair present, though there were fine lines around her eyes. “I’m Commander Shara Calloway, though you already knew that,” she said with a smile and a tiny tilted nod that almost amounted to a bow of her head.

“Come, have a seat and don’t mind my mess. I have another hour before this room is booked and I need to vacate.” Calloway reached over and grabbed the mug by the handle, letting it swing from her fingers. “I need more coffee. May I get your anything while I’m up?”

~Shara Calloway, XO

“No, but thank you, Commander,” T’Mor said in acknowledgment. She sat down away from the ‘mess’ so as not to intrude on her work.

“Okay,” Shara said, moving to the replicator. She recycled the empty mug and ordered a fresh coffee with a touch of milk.

T’Mor was small, not only physically short and on the thinner side, but the way she tensed up in her seat to take up as little space as possible. In contrast, her slightly messy jet black hair seemed to have the opposite in mind. If it weren’t so short it might have been distracting. Early 40s was young by Vulcan standards and she looked it. Even her disposition and posture reflected that of a cautious college student rather than a seasoned officer.

T’Mor brought her hands to her lap, and her gaze drifted after the Commander.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor, Scientist|

Returning to the table, Calloway moved with the sense that she was in complete control of her body, her movements all perfectly choreographed. She slid into her chair and took a sip, turning herself to face T’Mor.

“So, welcome aboard. We’re sorting out the department head situation hopefully soon, but that means you and I get to meet right away. You come to us from the Ark Angel. Can you fill me in on that situation?”

~Shara Calloway, XO