Posted by Ensign Kylie Brecker (Engineer) in Main Engineering- [Side Sim-Check in] Ensign Reporting for Duty (Tag CE)
Ensign Kylie Brecker stepped into main engineering. She stepped out of the doorway and looked around, taking in the sights of her new assignment. The 5‘9 human woman had short to long auburn hair that was frosted as white as one could get with a darker baseline hair. Her hair was very short in the back, but proceeded to get longer in an aline style haircut. Her hazel eyes gleamed slightly as she looked around at the equipment people had, the stations, the machinery. Honestly the woman looked just a little star struck as she just stood there and openly gawked for a few minutes. Once she came to her senses she asked a few of the personnel around where the CE’s office was. One of the other Ensigns pointed towards one of the ladders towards the aft. After she heard the NE explain that it was one deck up and headed to the right of the ladder then she nodded and thanked the NE before she headed back towards the ladder itself. She climbed the ladder and followed the instructions before moving and standing infront of the door. The Ensign took in a breath, steadied herself then reached up and pressed the call button on the door.
Ensign Kylie Brecker, Engineer

The door swished open to meet a mess. Parts of various tools, an ODN recoupler and quantum flux regulator were strewn across the desk intermixed with a few PaDDs and a nearly buried tricorder. A small figurine of an Academy class ship was among the mess as was a desk plaque that said ‘Chief Engineers Never Die - They Just Slow to Impulse’. The figure at the desk had in one hand a small plasma welder that one might use for finer soldering work and in the other what appeared to be a sandwich that was just disappearing under the welding helmet. The single cyclops like eye of the helmet glanced up, then in a mimicry of exaggerated puzzlement tipped imperceptibly to one side.

A muffled, “Ensign … ” came out from behind the mask, then the sandwich that was placed on a plate equally mixed amongst the mess. A spotted hand lifted the mask to reveal not a young face, but a pale looking one sporting a five o’clock shadow. Dark eyes peered at her. “I’m sorry,” he said, standing and taking off the helmet to reveal some salt and pepper hair that looked like it had rebelled against any kind of order and won. Reaching out his hand to shake hers in greeting, he continued. “I’m Thor. I remember new crew assignments.” He looked momentarily sheepish. “Are you early or am I late? Either way, welcome aboard.”
- Dagen, CE