Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive 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)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Transporter Room (Open to all)
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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!
Cet sighed in frustration. “The lounge would be preferred,” he said in a huff. “He’ll be back to speak with me eventually.” The trill man looked to Ensign Heimdel. “If you’ll escort me to this lounge I’d appreciate it.” He was obviously in a bad mood, and seemed out of sorts from being dismissed by Renveer. But Cet was still trying to be polite, even if he gave off the impression that he had a little bit of a superiority complex.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

‘‘I’ll reserve a guest suit just in case” Stores said. It wasn’t in his nature not to poke the bear…

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Heimdel, playing the role of diplomat; quickly interjected before Stores could further rile the man up. “Right this way, Sir! We have a lovely guest lounge that can accommodate you. Do you have any effects that you need brought along? Ensign Braxton can collect those for you.”

As her back was turned to the Trill man, Heimdel shot a quick grin at Stores before leading the man down the hall. Braxton quickly gathered Dr. Cet’s effects (if any; making a quick scan with a tricorder) and followed; pausing at the door to wag his finger at Stores. A hint of a grin flashed on the dour man’s face before he left; clearly they found Stores’ antics amusing - though they couldn’t show that in front of the Dresden’s guest.

Stores winked at the two officers and returned to waiting for Browns replacement so he could get back to his work.

Quietly, so as not to be overheard by Dr. Cet, NE Braxton commed Renveer. =/\=Sir, we’re escorting Dr. Cet to the guest lounge now. We’ll hold him there until you request otherwise; and we can prepare quarters for him on your order.=/\=

Renveer’s voice came over the comm, his tone flat. “I don’t anticipate that Dr. Cet will stay the night. And if he insists on it, please escort him off the ship at 20:00. =^=

=/\=Understood, Sir.=/\= NE Braxton was decidedly un-excited to participate in whatever drama might be occurring with this unexpected guest, but he was determined to do his job properly - which included diplomacy. Hopefully it wouldn’t come down to forcibly escorting Dr. Cet off the ship… Banishing those thoughts for now, he rejoined his partner and Dr Cet in the lounge; resuming his position near the door.

Heimdel led Dr. Cet to a nearby room that served as a guest lounge for arriving passengers. It was a simple yet nicely appointed room; complete with various couches and chairs. Along one side of the room was a counter with a replicator for refreshments, and one wall had a viewscreen that was currently displaying the Dresden’s exterior view; Starbase One and its swarming ships presenting a unique sight.

“Refreshments, Sir?”

-Security officers Braxton & Heimdel

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Cet nodded. “Tea, please. Any kind will do.” He looked around the waiting area, his expression unimpressed. But he settled in one of the chairs and looked to the security officers. “Please, tell me. What are you impressions of Renveer? He recently became executive officer, yes? Did he earn that promotion? Has he been successful in fulfilling its duties since the assignment?” His tone was quizzical, but also cynical… as if expecting the answer to reflect negatively on the other trill.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

Heimdel paused at the replicator when Dr. Cet asked about the XO. Using the tea to buy time, she considered her response carefully - her initial thought of a combative reply wouldn’t do. “Green tea, Sir.”

“As to Commander Renveer… I feel he has done an excellent job in his roles on the Dresden; both as a ship’s Counselor and as Executive Officer. I obviously am not in a qualified position to speak about the rationale of decisions made by the personnel department… But yes, I do feel he has performed admirably. I have no doubts about his ‘earning’ his rank or position.” Internally, Heimdel was quite irritated at the insinuation of the Commander’s incompetence - who was this man to question StarFleet business? Surely he didn’t truly know the Commander; or else he wouldn’t be asking such questions.

-Security officers Braxton & Heimdel

“Hmph,” the man snorted, seemingly unconvinced. He sipped the tea as his eyes peered over the rim at Heimdel. “Perhaps. But if we had been joined, he would have been at least a captain by now.” Cet tilted his head in thought. “Maybe even an admiral, come to think of it.” The trill sighed. “Without me… well, he has little more to contribute than one of you humans, hmm?”

(Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

Heimdel was caught off-guard by the direction of Cet’s speculation - frankly, she had made the incorrect assumption of where he was headed. And… was that pity in the man’s tone? She wasn’t very familiar with Trills; outside of Renveer. Again, she paused to consider her words before speaking; looking for the diplomatic approach. Before she was able to come up with a reply, a new voice spoke up.

“If we’re making speculations on what could have been, Sir; well then the Commander may well have not been able to succeed as well as he has, had you and he ‘joined’ - if it is indeed such a thing that can make such a fundamental difference in one’s character and ability. Everyone in StarFleet succeeds, or fails, on their own merits and ability - no-one else’s.” NE Braxton’s dry tone made clear his distain for the Trill guest; if his words somehow could had been misinterpreted.

-Security officers Braxton & Heimdel