Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Standard check in with the CNS.

Posted by Lieutenant Riley Dekker (CNS & 2O) in Standard check in with the CNS.

Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Standard check in with the CNS.
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Tom tapped the chime and waited for an acknowledgment. Riley wouldn’t remember any personal interactions with him, only what was in notes and recordings taken during past meetings, and he was ready for the awkwardness of Riley’s psionic abilities telling Riley that there was nothing there contrary to the evidence of his own eyes and ears.

-Tom

Riley startled at the sound of the chime. It wasn’t a reaction to which he was accustomed. Even when he wasn’t attuned to the people at his door, his mind picked up a faint whisper of consciousness, much like a person could recognize the sound of footsteps before explicitly registering them in his mind.

“Come,” his voice carried across the room and through the door, and he fixed his dark eyes curiously on the entrance to his office.

Dekker, CNS

The door slid open and Tom stepped in.

“Am I here at an inconvenient time Doctor Dekker?” Tom asked politely.

-Tom

Riley took in the man standing before him. He wasn’t unattractive, a bit shorter than Riley was drawn to, but fit and he had an air of reserve and mystery about him that was intriguing. Most of all, Riley was drawn to the fact that he was a blank slate. Only five of his six senses seemed to register the Lieutenant.

“Not at all,” he replied after a momentary pause, gesturing toward the couch in front of Jarvis. “I apologize, I’m usually rather good with names and faces, but I don’t recall that we’ve met.”

Riley took a seat in a chair across from the couch. He’d completed all the boarding evaluations from their last crew intake and there were few enough officers who displayed the pips of his visitor that he’d find one a stranger.

Dekker, CNS

“ThanK you.” Tom said as he sat down.

Tom leaned forward and gave Riley a very serious look.

“This will be hard for you to believe at first, but we’ve been here a few times. You don’t remember me personally, but you should at least remember making some short reports on one Tom Jarvis. Maybe a few conversational transcripts taken during those talks and read later?”

Tom waited to see if that was enough of a reminder for Riley to realize that they have met before, but it would likely still be a bit awkward.

• Tom

“Internal security,” he said, realization dawning. “I remember the Captain telling me about you and how I’d be unable to register memories of our encounters. That had to have been, well a long time ago. That’s a bit disconcerting. Of course, I’ve probably said that before.”

Tom nodded an affirmation.

Riley leaned forward in his chair, his dark eyes studying the man before him, trying to spark some bit of familiarity. It didn’t work.

“I can’t sense you either. You’ve tie a hand behind my back, Lieutenant. Should I pull up those transcripts?”

Dekker, CNS

Tom smiled warmly.

“If you like, I don’t have anything requiring my attention at the moment.”

Tom sat back. He was used to meeting for the first time almost every time.

• Tom

Riley moved to his desk and called up the file that held his past sessions with Jarvis. He scanned the reports quickly. He wanted a sense of their past encounters, but knew that whatever had brought the man in today, was the most pressing issue. He’d read many reports he’d written after sessions with patients. Each time it brought back the memory of their conversation. It served as a trigger. This time was different. He could barely remember entering the report, let alone the actual meeting about which he’d been writing.

He returned to his seat across from the Lieutenant, still somewhat disoriented, “I think I’m up to speed. At least mostly. What is it that brings you in today? Routine?”

Dekker, CNS

Tom arched an eyebrow and gave his best faux surprise.

“You must be a mind reader.” he said knowing full well his gift/curse made him non existent to psionics.

“Seriously though, yes. Routine examination in which you’ll most likely find me to be a suspicious and paranoid person but well suited for my position.” he said sitting forward and setting what was obviously a recording device on the table between them, “Oh, and it’s my routine psyche evaluation, not a security evaluation for you. We’ve already done that.”

• Tom, IntSec

Bump

Riley cleared his throat, “I’m going to assume I passed.”

“Easily.” Tom said with a genuine smile.

He settled further into his seat, dark eyes taking in the man across from him, trying to read his body language. It was a poor substitute for his sixth sense.

Tom’s body language was even hard to read. Most likely due to the extensive training Tom had in reading body language himself.

“We can talk about your work in a minute. I’d like to start with your personal life. From my notes, it looks like we’ve talked before about the difficulty you have forming social bonds due to your psionic field. The Captain is the only person aboard the ship who is able to remember you, due to his android components, correct? How are you doing here on the Genesis? With the crew?”

Dekker, CNS

Tom steepled his fingers at his chin and looked thoughtful.

“Our half Denobulan science officer, Ensign Fahr, get’s incapacitating headaches when we cross paths. Something about part of her brain telling her that she knows me while not being able to bring up any memories. I have a program set up that monitors our proximity and lets me know if we’re about to cross paths and from what direction so I can keep out of sight and out of mind.”

That piqued Riley’s curiosity, but he stayed silent. He wasn’t a medical scientist, but he wondered if there was an avenue worth exploring if the man before him one day hoped to counteract the effects of his psionic field. Of course, the lieutenant may very well be comfortable with things as they stood.

Tom relaxed his arms again resting them on the arms of the chair.

“The Captain is the Captain. Cybernetics help him remember. Sort of cheating if you ask me.” Tom said with a smile, “The XO, through recordings, now recognizes me on sight, knows how long I’ve been here, and knows to record any and all activities with me if he wan’t to know about it later. As far as the general crew go, I’m doing as I usually do with the crew. Every day is the first day. I must be new to the ship, and usually the suspicious stares of those who recognize the black on black of Internal Security rather than the charcoal on black of Intel. I have been here long enough to know how to manipulate certain members of the crew through conversation to get desired responses if I chose to, not that I would ever do that for personal gain. Besides, I’m sure you know the monotony of having the same conversation over and over and over. It doesn’t take long before the monotony over rides the enjoyment. I learned that really fast in the academy. In my line of work it’s usually not smart to involve one’s self in long term dedicated relationships anyway. I’m probably too close to the Captain but there’s something about someone being able to remember me that I find comforting.”

• Tom, IntSec

Part of Riley wondered about the effect on crew morale, seeing an unknown security officer on board the ship, frequently. Especially now that they were heading into deep space and there was little opportunity for new crew to board, but he shelved the thought for the moment. He hadn’t heard any whispers of unease and so he kept the conversation focused on Tom.

“Is Captain King the first person who has been able to remember you?”

Dekker, CNS