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

Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) 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

Sisnil’s eyes could see the flush of heat that raced through Stevens. It was white followed by red as his body temp rose. His eyes also caught the stiffening of his posture at the mention of Morris. His lip curled in disgust. “I am authority. I am an officer of Star Fleet. You,” he scoffed, “you are nothing. Move away from the panel. Or I will have you forcibly removed.” His hands flexed like he was looking forward to doing that himself.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil made absolutely zero indication he was planning on moving. He could tell more easily, with all his new eyes saw, that he was riling Stevens. “I don’t really give a damn who you are.” He looked up and smirked, “Besides, you’re not capable of removing me forcibly.”

~ Zoi

Stevens leaned forward and his hand flexed like he was going to prove Sisnil wrong. Movement caught his eye. “Cmdr P’vik a moment.” The Vulcan woman stopped and looked at Stevens and then at Sisnil. “Yes Stevens?”

“This…” He couldn’t hide the sneer, “man is tampering with our systems. He refuses to leave.”

P’vik was the shift lead. “He can’t tamper, Stevens. This conduit has been set to tutorial mode. Mr. Zoi is working in his engineering certifications. Quite a logical course to pursue given his other expertise.” Stevens drew himself up, becoming even hotter, “Cmdr you can’t allow this. Cmdr Morris is an idi…”

“Stevens I suggest you return to work. I do not have time for such displays. You are needed in cargo bay 1. We have a malfunctioning anti grav sled. Cmdr Morris has approved this. Report to the Cargo Bay.” She waited just long enough to make sure Stevens left. He was hot headed and a problem. Very illogical. When he was gone she left without a word to Sisnil.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer