Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Transporter Room (Open to all)

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Transporter Room (Open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Transporter Room (Open to all)
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As the Dresden sat in dock at Starbase One, a request to board came through from a member of the Trill Science Ministry. Seeing nothing odd about the request and noticing the prestigious organization that the man was a part of, it was likely that whoever was manning the transporters initiated the beaming sequence as routine.

A middle-aged man materialized on the transporter pad, dressed in a fitted white tunic that extended to his knees and with his hands clasped behind his back. His bald head allowed for an uninterrupted view of the trill markings that snaked up his neck and temples.

The mouse-faced man peered down his nose at the officer who was there to greet him. “My name is Cyon Cet. Please escort me to Renveer. I have something that belongs to him.”

(Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

OOC: Hey all! This downtime between main sims is a great opportunity for us to do some cool side-sim threads that focus on character development! Some of my favorite Star Trek episodes are the ones that deal with morals, ethics, and cultural differences. This thread will aim to explore the trill and their crazy biology/culture! Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, and I hope to keep the thread as open IC as possible. If anyone wants to be the one manning the transporter, feel free to jump in!

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicidal ideation.

NE Brown had to go to medical due to suspected food poisoning and Stores had stepped in to relive him until a relief could arrive. After the Trill materialized and made his speech, he eyed him suspiciously. “Sorry sir, I can’t exactly do that, but I can let him know he has a guest and ask some one to escort you.” Not waiting for a response he keyed a non emergency request for security and called the XO. =^= Commander Renveer, You have a ‘guess’ from the Trill Science Ministry, should I send him up? =^=.

“Some one will be along to either take to some where you can wait or take you up.”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo.

There was a very slight narrowing of Cyon’s eyes and his thin lips pressed together a tad tighter. But he stepped off the platform stiffly and stood at the base of the steps, waiting for his escort to arrive. “Thank you,” he offered curtly. The man was impatient, nervous even. But not in an insidious way. Just… agitated.

In his office, Renveer received Stores’ communication and blinked in surprise. Why would a member of the Trill Science Ministry be here? He pulled up the list of approved boardings for the day to see if he recognized the name. Indeed, he did. The color drained from Renveer’s face and he sat at his desk, staring at the screen with his mouth open.

A moment later, Renveer responded to Stores over the comm, his voice a bit shaky. =^= Renveer to Reed. I’ll be there shortly. =^=

Cyon raised an eyebrow and peered over at Stores. “I thought you said I would be going to him.”

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

As if on (slightly delayed) cue, a pair of security officers came around the corner into the transporter room. Stores might recognize them as NE’s Braxton and Heimdel. Braxton stayed near the entrance, while Heimdel moved towards Stores and the Dresden’s newest guest. In her typically bright tone, the tall woman politely greeted the pair. “Hullo Stores; how can we help you?” Barely pausing to hear his response, she turned towards the Trill and greeted him in turn. “Welcome to the Dresden, Sir. Do you need an escort?”

-Security officers Braxton & Heimdel

“Apparently the X is on the way down.” Stores supplied. Eyeing the Trill. “I can offer you refreshment wait.” He might not be crew, but the Captain would have his hide if he was rude to a guest.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Cet held up a hand at Stores’ offer. “No, thank you.” He stated. He peered at Ensign Heimdel out of the corner of his eye. “Apparently that won’t be necessary.”

Lieutenant Commander Renveer walked briskly through the doors to the transporter room, his eyes wide and unmoving from the other trill man. Ignoring the other officers in the room, Renveer walked right up to Cet and extended a hand, which the other man accepted. Renveer didn’t let go of the man’s hand as he leaned in close and the two exchanged words in a whisper. Although impossible to distinguish what exactly was being said, Cet’s voice was obviously agitated.

With a shake of his head, Renveer stepped back. “Ensign Heimdel, please treat Doctor Cet as a distinguished civilian guest and see that he is able to leave promptly when he is ready this evening.” The executive officer spun on his heel and walked out the door.

Cet moved to follow him in protest. “I’m not here for some tour of the ship, Renveer!” But the doors to the transporter room closed, leaving Cet with the three Ensigns once again. His nostrils flared as he crossed his arms obstinately. “I’m not leaving until he talks with me further.”

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

“ Shall I have them bring you a chair or would you prefer to wait in the VIP lounge?” Stores said dryly, rude no but he wasn’t going to brown nose any one, especially non crew.
Would you like that refreshment now?’’

Clinton”Stores”Reed,Supercargo