Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems

Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems
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A week had passed since Sisnil’s surgery. He was up and about and his brain and mind were adjusting well to the prosthetics. Able to see, he was much more willing to move around on his own and that was accelerating his physical recovery.

Except for when he overdid it. Now that he could, he was restless and didn’t want to wait. Dee had already caught him doing more than he should be.

Dradvia had caught him and given him a hard time. Mostly because she was required to nag him. She was happy to see him back to normal.

But that wasn’t always the case. He had programming to do, news to catch up on, things to check. Looking at screens was interesting with his new eyes, they had to be adjusted to accommodate the expanded visual range of even the lowest setting. But he was getting used to that, too. Still, he was bored with little to do as he wasn’t trained in anything useful to a Fleet starship.

That was what led him down to Engineering. If he could just learn more about the hardware side of things, and let that teach him mechanics and engineering, then that would be a useful skill to have.

And so he was in engineering that day, with his PaDD, reading the basics of engineering he’d pulled from the computer’s database. There was no better learning material than Starfleet Academy course material. He sat on the floor near an access panel with his PaDD, reading from one thing, then writing, then reading some more.

~ Zoi

A familiar abrasive presence scratched across his awareness before a pair of scuffed boots stopped right in vision. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

His new eyes were interesting, especially when paired with his telepathy. There were details he’d never have seen before. In the shoes, but also in the face of the man now standing over him. “Learning.” He answered, looking up briefly before looking back down at the PaDD. “Got a problem?”

~ Zoi

Stevens’ lip curled, “This is a restricted area. You can’t be here. Leave.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil shook his head. “Ask Morris. The only place restricted to me is the main computer core. And we both know that’s just security theater.” He said. “Besides, you’re what? An ensign? Lieutenant at best? Find someone with some real authority.”

~ Zoi