Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Pre Sim: Checking in with the XO

Posted by Ensign Jorik Thoran (Navigator/Pilot) in Pre Sim: Checking in with the XO
Jorik stepped into the science labs, feeling immensely out of place. He wasn’t yet used to being on a starship, and that much was obvious, as he took to searching for the Chief Science Officer, who was also First Officer. The look on his face of confusion and curiosity would startle anyone expecting your typical stoic Vulcan, though his appearance was otherwise typical, even down to the hairstyle.

As he finally caught up to the CSO, he spoke up. “Sir, Ensign Jorik Thoran, reporting for duty. I was told to report to you upon arrival aboard.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

The biology lab was where Alden worked regularly and it was there that Jorik was pointed to. Most of the space in the biology lab was taken up by specialized habitats, each housing an alien wildlife critter. Predators on one side, prey animals on the other. There were presently seven enclosures with animals in them. Science staff made themselves busy around the lab, one passing by Jorik with a quick “excuse me” as he rushed by.

If the expression of emotion startled Roman, he did not show it. Sitting at his desk in the corner of the lab, Roman had a stack of reports on his desk and looked rather grouchy about it. It was early in the morning, and Rand the yeoman had dropped off his reports and would be by later to pick them up when he was finished with them. When Jorik addressed him, he looked up, as if slightly annoyed at the disruption, but then the annoyance vanished and Roman rose to greet him. He stood with perfect posture. “Good morning, Ensign.” He said, offering a hand for a hand shake. “I am Commander Alden, first officer and chief science officer of this ship.” He had a crisp English accent, posh sounding. His hair was perfectly neat, not a spot or a wrinkle on his blue uniform. “Let’s move to my office, we can talk more privately there.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“Of course, Commander.” Jorik said, following the other man into his office. He had caught the momentary annoyance the other man showed, but made no notion he had. If he compared himself to Roman, he felt like he was wearing a uniform that’d been sitting compressed under a pile of laundry for months, though he kept his uniform as wrinkle-free as he could manage, he was nothing like his mother at doing so, and honestly considered asking her to put a permanent press into his shirts, as it’d be better than trying to do so himself.

As he entered the office behind Roman, he caught a Vulcan’s look of disapproval out of the corner of his eye. With a sigh, he pretended he didn’t notice.

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav