Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Heather E. Argeneau (Chief Engineer) in Side Sim: Lounge

Posted by Lieutenant Prinz Esther (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Lounge

Posted by Lieutenant Prinz Esther (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Lounge
The half-Bajoran glowered at the stars. Her sour mood was so strong a couple of her subordinates who had approached intending to say ‘hi’ had backed away at the sight of her expression. They figured it would be safer for them to leave their chief to her mood rather than risk their necks. A few of the unfortunate ones knew from experience how sharp the Lieutenants tongue could be when she was in one of her moods. So she sat alone with a glass of whiskey in her hand and a bottle on the table in front of her. She had science papers scattered around her and her PADD rested underneath the whiskey bottle.

Lt. Prinz
CSO

Heather rubbed her forehead, it still hurt from the simulation on the holodeck that she had no understanding of where it was going or what it had meant to do. Figuring that it was supposed to be some kind of bridge crew training, Heather figured that it failed miserably really. No one seemed to know what they were supposed to be doing, and those that did know didn’t step forward to get the job done. instead the putzed around putting the ship and crew in danger. even if it was a holodeck simulation it was still a hostile situation that they fled from.

Heather sat down at a table in a dark corner away from all the other officers and just sat there closing her eyes and wishing she could relax. However, she couldn’t if she did relax her mental barriers would drop and her mind would be open. That was something she could not afford even though there were no immortals around her like her family. there were still other telepaths. Trust was something she did not afford to have in anyone to keep her secret and live her own life rather than following in her family’s dictates. She sighed though and took a couple of deep breaths.

Heather Argeneau, CE

OOC: Great post :)

IC: Her thoughts far away Esther scowled and took another gulp from her glass, the burn of the Terran alcohol a welcome distraction from the one thought running through her brain. Cursed Marco, and his cursed paper. Her scowl deepened. Perfect old Marco, with his perfect Bajoran background and his perfect grades and perfect papers. She turned her head away from the window, down at his latest paper that lay mocking her from it’s place in the messy pile on the table. Her last paper lay next to it once again second best to Ethu Marco’s.

She shook her head to remove the thoughts and finished the rest of the liquid in her glass. What did it matter? She’d simply write a better paper than the one he’d written, recieve remarks from the greatest science critics, then becoming the youngest scientest to be nominated for the Bajoran Science Awards (BSA). She picked up the bottle of whiskey and opened it. The only problem was that she had to find the perfect topic to write her next scientific paper on. Something bigger and better thatn Marco’s last paper. Something that would get her into the BSA, something that he wouldn’t be able to beat. She hummed thoughtfully as she poured the amber liquid into her glass. That was something she still hadn’t figured out yet.

Lt. Prinz
CSO