Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Executive Officer) in Demil’s Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Demil Lis (Chief Science Officer) in Demil’s Arrival
Demil sat aboard the shuttle as it completed its final approach to the Asimov’s shuttlebay. He wasn’t flying it - the shuttle already had had a course laid in when he boarded it in San Francisco, and all he’d had to do was submit to a bioscan and it engaged. Not that he exactly minded. Less time spent piloting was more time to catch up on the latest publications in genetics and xenolinguistics, and he was currently on the conclusion on one paper analyzing the genetic divergence between Vulcans and Romulans.

The message that brought him here had been brief and not entirely clear. Lt. Demil Lis: You are hereby reassigned to USS Asimov as Chief Science Officer, effective immediately. Please report to Starfleet Academy Shuttlepad 47 at 1700 hours. Further details will be available once underway.

He’d gathered his things - not particularly hard, most of them were in the same corner of his office - informed Captain Foley he’d received orders to report elsewhere, brought all ongoing projects to a freeze point. It was 16:59:46 when Demil stepped into the shuttle - he checked - and he was airborne 2 minutes later. Then and only then had the computer given him any details on the Asimov or the mission he was on his way to.

His eyes flicked up as the dull thud alerted him to the fact he was on the deck. He stood up, straightening his uniform and brushing any dust off; carefully set the strap of his bag over his shoulder; and stepped out into the cramped bay.

Lieutenant Demil Lis
Chief Science Officer

Awaiting him was a fairly tall Human woman, in a red-duty uniform and three solid pips. She watched him intently as he approached, as if she were studying him. Her uniform was not only tidy and her boots polished, but her nondescript brown hair was up in a smooth roll at the back of her head. “Lieutenant Lis, welcome to the Asimov,” she said in a confident tone that carried the tiniest hint of a rasp.

~Shara Calloway, XO

“Ma’am!” The Trill officer snapped to rigid attention. True to his self-inspection, his uniform was perfect - boots shinned to a mirror finish, combadge and twin pips literally mirroring the bay in front of him, not a strand of his hair loose from the neatly-combed style. He’d perfected carrying his bag just so not to wrinkle his jacket, and stood perfectly still as he replied to the XO. “Reporting aboard.” His once boundless energy was contained, but the same spark still adorned his eyes - the cutting edge was where he belonged.

Lieutenant Demil Lis
Chief Science Officer