Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in PreSIM: Hiya, Boss! [CO Check-In]

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in PreSIM: Hiya, Boss! [CO Check-In]
Tenez vos chevaux, Ami!

Their mother’s voice rang like a klaxon at the back of their mind. They tried to ignore it - rid themself of her needless advice for two seconds - but they knew she was right. It’d been less than thirty minutes since they’d boarded Manhattan, long enough to shrug a bag from their shoulders and change into a clean uniform, and they were already en route the bridge. Namid was far from a leisure person. Shaking their head, they pulled down their uniform and stepped into the turbolift. “Bridge,” they whistled.

Namid’s eyes widened upon slipping from the turbolift onto the bridge. They paused for a moment, briefly dragging their gaze before they managed to stagger back to reality. ‘Focus,’ they thought. Curiosity infecting every fibre of their being, Argimeau tore their gaze starboard and found their way to the Captain’s briefing room. They palmed the chime.

Questions wafted through their mind, threatening to derail their train of thought, but they let them linger in the background- quiet and ignored. They were patient for now. But in time, they hoped to earn a better understanding of what they were doing here.

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence

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Translation: ‘hold your horses, Ami!’

“Enter.” came a man’s voice with a slight accent, British maybe.

The door silently slid open to reveal the office beyond. The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves lined with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures and holos had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there. Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately.

Namid’s gaze - a sea of onyx eclipsed by a whim of inquiry - drifted to his lone Ox. They lingered for a second, pondering its significance to the Captain, and continued in their inspection. They gravitated to the books, then to the pictures ornamenting the walls like testimonials to Cochrane’s humanity, and paused. They peered closer. Careful not to snoop and get caught, Argimeau pulled back and shifted their attention to the Captain.

Seated behind the desk was a human male in the red uniform of Command officers. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the bright blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He looked up and nodded.

“Lieutenant JG Argimeau, I believe. Do come in and have a seat. I take it your trip out was uneventful? Wormhole, not withstanding.” and he smiled. Traversing the wormhole from the Alpha Quadrant to the Delta was always… interesting… to say the least.

Cochrane, CO

“Wormhole, notwithstanding,” Argimeau echoed with a piddling grin. They etched a path to his desk and plopped in the seat across from him. “I’m not a wormhole aficionado, but I’d say the trip was a dream, compared to seven hours trapped in an air-tight runabout with a Ferengi who thought he was funny,” they reflected on the first leg of their journey from a desolate outpost to a Federation starbase. Their eyes glittered with amusement. “It was nothing short of entertaining, sir.”

“Jokes aside,” they extended a hand in a mannerly greeting, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain.”

– Lt. JG Argimeau