Posted by Lieutenant Commander Lucas “Markiplier” Hall Angel (Chief Operations Officer) in Status Check Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant Commander Hall Angel had looked at his pad and noticed that he had to do some check-ins with other department heads. His third check-in was with the Chief Science Officer. He had just left the Chief Counselor’s office. Commander Hall Angel went to the turbolift. “Science Office.” He said to the turbolift had then closed the doors and started to take off for him to meet the Chief Science Officer. The turbolift had then taken a halt, and the lift doors slid open. He had then started his way to the Science Officer’s office and rang the chime.

Lieutenant Commander Lucas “Markiplier” Hall Angel
Chief of Operations
USS Leviathan

For several long moments, there was no response. There was no discernible sound from inside the office; and for a moment it appeared that the office was uninhabited. It was then that the door slid open and the doorway was filled with a most non-chief science officer looking individual.

The individual in the doorway was an Orion- complete with hairless scalp, bright emerald colored skin, and piercing green eyes. At the moment it would have been impossible by a visual inspection to determine rank, department, or even if the person was in Starfleet. The individual wore gray pants with black shoes and currently was sporting a white T-shirt with the words ‘It’s a lovely time for a Guinness’ above a picture of a Taryn bird of some kind with a large beak that had a glass filled with a dark black liquid balanced on top of said beak. The green eyes of the offices inhabitant locked on the chime-ringer. “Yeah? What is ya want, then?” he he asked with a noticeable accent that seemed to come from one of the large islands off the coast of Europe on Earth. Ireland, for those who we’re familiar with such speech.

Ahearn, Chief Science Officer