Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Serral Echei (Science Officer) in Side sim: Need a Leg Up? (TAG Jordan)
Serral was still working on the same leg as when he’d arrived on Chernov. Honestly, it hadn’t been that long. But by now, the outside was done, and Serral was assembling the internal components. The leg was incredibly realistic. The compound Serral used to make up the skin looked and felt as close to the real thing as science of the time could get, and he used a special material to simulate the feel of muscle under the leg, even though the real internals would be mechanized and computerized. So… there was an entire leg sitting on Serral’s work station while he fiddled with a small computerized component in his lap.

~ Lt JG Echei, Science

Jordan had been wandering the ship, trying to familiarize himself with its layout. He didn’t officially report for his first duty shift until oh eight hundred the following morning so he was taking as much advantage of the free time as he could. Somehow, and he really had no idea how it was even possible, he had gotten lost. He hadn’t seen anyone else in a while, which wasn’t all that surprising since it was later in the evening, but still, he wished he could bump into just one person so that he could ask them where the nearest turboshaft was. Coming around the curve of another corridor he realized he was still all alone and sighed.

He was passing a door marked Science Lab when he heard the sound of equipment running and figured it was his most likely option for finding someone who could direct him, instead of just continuing to wander. Stepping up to the doors he waited for them to part and then strode into the room beyond. As his eyes took in the scene before him, he immediately came to a full stop, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, and his mouth hanging open slightly. It took him a few seconds to even realize that there was another person in the room. After all it wasn’t every day that you walked into a science lab to see what appeared to be a severed human leg laying on a workstation.

“Um, what the hell…” he somehow managed to say, his eyes flitting from the person to the leg, and back again, wondering if he’d somehow made it back to his assigned bunk, fallen asleep, and entered into some sort of weirdly vivid nightmare where he was about to be killed by a mad scientist.

Ensign Jordan Garza - Junior Engineering Officer