Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Marine Commander) in Hanger bays and hand grenades

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Marine Commander) in Hanger bays and hand grenades

(Open to anyone)

Priscilla had arrived the day before, was all checked in and had seen to the morning briefing. There wasn’t much currently happening in the Science Department, so she had decided once everything was settled and everyone was about their business, she would see to her little project.

The young woman had been studying fatigue and space anomalies on ship metals since she could remember. Even as a child, she wondered why space stations didn’t blow apart from the inside from the atmospheric pressure. And she was curious how come some ships made it fine under warp speeds and others didn’t. So when she saw there were bays capable of holding fighters, she had to go see. Fighters weren’t meant for the rigors and speeds of warp. So how had they fared on this ship and out in space compared to other fighters, shuttles and roundabouts she had scanned? That’s what she wanted to know.

She had a tricorder in hand, and was walking amongst the various craft in the hanger, scanning those craft that were available. A smile of peace was on her face as she hummed and walked around. Here and there she held out the device to get a scan of a craft. Metal fatigue, space debris, anything the recorder would pick up. She wasn’t touching them… but was extremely close.

Lt Priscilla Simms
Chief Science Officer
((Ok, do for the first time, I did more than screw up my signature lol I was so busy showing off the site at work I actually posted to the wrong ship entirely. BUT no worries. I’ve altered the post and we’ll play it out. Anyone’s welcome to respond lol))

OOC: There is NOTHING wrong with showing off my beloved Dresden to coworkers. Having your nose stuck up the Tempies tailpipes… that’s /different/.

IC: Colonels Harris and Hudson were walking along the new arrivals, laughing like old friends. That was before Hudson spotted the unfamiliar face and cut Harris off mid-sentence.

Strolling over to the Science Officer, the 5’9” redhead in Marine khakis cleared her throat firmly as Harris followed. “Excuse me… just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She said with a raised eyebrow.

Harris/Hudson

Priscilla looked up and smiled. “Forgive me, just taking some passive readings. Nothing classified, I assure you,” she held out the tricorder in offering of proof. “I’m Priscilla Simms, the new CSO. I’m studying the fatigue of space on both warp and non warp capable small craft so help better understand what wears them down and how to improve them for everyone.”

She looked at them in turn and waited for the response she already guessed was coming.

Priscilla
CSO