Posted by Lieutenant Logan Kelleher (Chief Engineer) in Arrival: A Fortunate rendezvous

Posted by Ensign T’Mera (Linguist/Comms Officer) in Arrival: A Fortunate rendezvous

Posted by Lieutenant Logan Kelleher (Chief Engineer) in Arrival: A Fortunate rendezvous
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The bulky shape of the vessel, identified on sensors as it entered the systems as a Y-Class freighter, eased its way in to a matching orbit with the Sojourner.

“SS Sojourner, this is Captain Keene of the ECS Fortunate. We have your replacement crew and stores on board, permission to transfer via shuttle pod?”

“Permission granted, it’s good to see you Fortunate”

The battered civilian model shuttle pod eased its way into the bay and settled gently to the deck playing. The hatch swung open and a petite figure stepped out, a large, somewhat battered travel bag slung casually over one shoulder. She glanced about, taking in the utilitarian, almost spartan appearance of the landing bay, her nose wrinkling slightly the only sign given of her first impressions of the ship.

She looked around for the nearest crew member to accost for directions.

Sublieutenant T’Mera - Linguist/Comms Officer

“Good morning!” Came a pleasant sounding voice from off to one side of the pod and where she was standing. “Welcome to the Sojourner.”

Behind the voice was a large, solid figure wearing the uniform of the Star Fleet ship and the colours of Engineering. That figure paused as he looked at her, the friendly smile fixed on his face as the mans eyes landed to the side of the womans eyes. “Pointy ears, you must be an Elf.” His eyes moved back to hers and the smile half twisted into a grin. “I’m Lieutenant Kelleher, the ships Chief Engineer. Call me Logan if you like.”

Taking the last couple of steps towards her Logan held out his hand in greeting.

Lt Kelleher, CE

Other than the minuscule raising of one eyebrow for a fraction of a second, the ‘Elf’ comment appeared to cause no reaction. After looking at the outstretched hand for a moment, T’Mera placed her bag on the deck and gingerly took the hand before shaking it briskly with a firm grip.

The womans’ grip surprised him for a moment. It was far firmer than he expected and far more businesslike than greeting like. Logan had little idea what to expect from the woman and none of Starfleets’ courses on interacting with non-humans had actually stuck with him. He was more the type to learn by experience anyway.

“Thank you…. sir,” she said, releasing her grip.

“Don’t mention it.” He placed his hands on his hip, partly to hide the conscious desire he had to flex his hand after her handshake. In the slight pause the followed, he looked at her expectantly.

“Would you be able to direct me to the Captain?” She asked, removing a small bottle from her hip pocket, squeezing a small amount of a fragrant gel on to her palm, and then rubbing her hands together.

“And also have my belongings transferred to my quarters?”

Sublieutenant T’Mera - Linguist/Comms Officer

“Of course, that’s no trouble.” Logan waved over one of the nearby crew members to come and collect her bag, and take care of moving anything else she might have on the shuttle to the quarters assigned to the Comms Officer.

“The Captain is probably on the Bridge or Ready Room. If you’d like to come with me I’ll take you to him.” Turning and indicating the door, Logan made to walk beside her.

T’Mera inclined her head to indicate her assent to the suggestion, setting off in the direction of the door.

“You know, you’re my first.” He glanced at her for a moment as they walked. “Vulcan I have met, I mean. Do you have a name? Might make it easier to greet you in the future.”

Lt Kelleher, CE

“Sublieutenant T’Mera. You may call me T’Mera should we in a suitable social or informal situation. I believe that is the Earth convention, yes?”

The slight pause and inflection that this was a question, rather than a statement was the first real indication that the Vulcan did not appear as at ease as her posture and tone suggested.

“It is hardly unusual that you have not met one of my race before. Earth is hardly a centre of learning or spiritual enlightenment that would cause my people to gather in any great numbers after all.”

As they walked off, a crew member could be seen in the background, barely being able to lift the travel bag and calling for a wheeled trolley.

Sublieutenant T’Mera - Linguist/Comms Officer