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Oliver Pierce, Reporting for Duty - Tag CE Sural -

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Oliver stood outside the Chief Engineer’s office straightening his uniform. He’d been doing so for at least a full minute, trying to make sure it looked presentable. Even after four years at the Academy, he still hadn’t gotten used to the feeling. Finally he breathed in and thought to himself, Don’t worry. You got this. It’s just like pulling apart cars back home. Except for it being nothing like that. Just try not to make a fool of yourself.

With that rousing pep talk to himself, he raised his right hand and pressed the chime on the door.

  • Oliver Pierce, Ensign Extraordinaire

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OOC: Okay, my so bad ..
IC:

Sural’s brow rose. How time ‘flew’ as the Terrans said it, when one was pursuing curious mysteries of … well, he had peeked at the latest ‘3D Chess Digest’ that had just come in and become intrigued by the accompanying ‘chess problem’. What move would one do here? However, duty called, which technically was what he should have been doing anyway. Curiously he did see the similarities of 3D chess with that of staff scheduling and assignments. Chess pieces, however, were much less wont to complain. He pressed the corner option on the console and the door swished open.

“Ensign Pierce, please come in,” Sural said, straightening to stand. “Welcome aboard.” He recalled the human propensity to social etiquette and gestured to the replicator on the wall. “Help yourself if you wish.”

Sural, CE

Oliver turned his head to look to the replicator, “Oh, uh, no thank you sir. I’m fine.” He nervously tugged at his glove as he walked towards the chair opposite Sural and stood next to it as he saluted rigidly, “Ensign Oliver Pierce, reporting for duty!” He called out firmly, though slightly uncomfortably, worrying about whether he was doing too much or too little.

Oliver Pierce, Eng

Sural was certainly not used to saluting, and certainly not being the recipient of it. He paused a moment then returned the salute - the traditional Vulcan greeting. “Live long and prosper, Ensign. Please, sit. Be welcome here.” He studied the young man, noting the glove on one. “When I first arrived here I found the vessel .. daunting in its size and complexity. My prior assignments were on much smaller vessels. Familiarity over time , however, has caused the ship to .. shrink, at least by perception. Have you found your accommodations and those other domestic duties such as sick bay and the rest?” He followed this up by inquiring, “Tell me about your studies.”
Sural, CE

OOC: Frederick (do you prefer Fred?) .. have a look in the Engineering thread. I’m going to get you into the sim here .. basically, post your reply there and then ‘meet’ at Sickbay. We’ll rendezvous there. You can do the multiple timelines if you like in talking more with Crawford, but also post your arrival in sickbay. … Gene

OOC: I go by Frederic (no k, it’s a weird spelling), Fred, and Fritz, so whatever is good, haha. I will say that I haven’t gotten into the main sim because I came aboard kinda in the middle of it and am pretty lost as to what’s going on now. I’ll try to catch up and get my response in there soon.

IC:
Oliver sat down slowly. “The accommodations are satisfactory - I mean, excellent! - really. This ship has a lot of tech I could only dream of. The doctor in sickbay… Harding, I think, he was able to help me with some discomfort in my hand.”

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, “I studied mostly mechanics at the Academy. The real nuts and bolts machinery side of engineering, I guess.” He smiled a bit, “I did really well in my class when I graduated last year.” He stopped for a second, trying to think of how best to explain his aptitude, “I guess you could say that… I mean I do really well with my hands. When I can touch something, feel it, and work with it manually, I’m really good.” Oliver shifted a little, “More abstract problems, when the problem is removed from… My uh… My immediate surroundings, like system coordination, programming, that stuff; I don’t do so hot. I wouldn’t say I’m bad, but… Well I’m kind of bad in comparison to most of the other engineers you have.”

Oliver Pierce, Eng

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