" With A Fresh New Day Comes Fresh New Ideas "
(Previous Post: " Morning ")
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Stardate: 60299.0811
Setting: NEW ALEXANDRIA, Section C, Level 4, Food Court
With the dawning of a new day, the Shillian scientist had decided to leave the research of the artefacts obtained during their latest mission for a little while. The truth of the matter had been that the head of the Science Department of the USS ANUBIS had been more than ready and willing to continue, but since she still had not been able to speak to Lieutenant Luke Onison about the item that according to Ensign Summers he had in his possession, the scientist had been forced to wait. All of her work and research done by the Shillian had been going in a circle for the last little while, pointing to the missing piece that might or might not been her reach. Although the Chief Science Officer knew that there had been the chance that the item spoken about by the Assistant Chief Medical Officer had not been the one desired, Maya still hoped and dreamed of the secrets that the analysis of the missing third part of the mystical artefact would reveal.
"Will you stop thinking about that Mind Stone for one second," the Chief of Operations said out of desperation, recognising the vacant expression on the features of the Shillian woman for what it was. As much as the scientist had not been anywhere close to anything scientific, it had not stopped her thoughts from venturing back to the ANUBIS and the science lab where the two items she had been working on had been left behind. "You have not even given that piece of chocolate cheese cake you ordered a simple glance since it was brought to the table. I would hate to think that you ordered it for nothing, you seemed keen in enjoying your favourite dish not all that long ago."
The Shillian scientist turned to look at the woman who had been speaking to her before lowering her eyes to the small plate that had been brought and placed before her. The Chief Science Officer had been so involved in her thoughts that she had not noticed that the food she had ordered had been fetched and delivered, presented to her in an exquisite manner that seemed to completely contradict the atmosphere that surrounded the base, those working in it and the ship operating from it.
"I'm sorry," the scientist said, "I just cannot stop thinking about Lieutenant Onison and the possibility that he has the third and last piece of the Mind Stone either on him or somewhere in his quarters. I mean it would be nice if he did have the artefact in his possession but at least knowing if he did or did not have it would at least allow me to stop thinking about the Yal-Tonil, all of the legends and stories written about it and the powers that are said to be given to the holder of the artefact when it is all put together. Without all of that bouncing inside my head I would actually have the chance to rest and relax a little."
Serenna chuckled as she took a sip from her Romulan Tea, a beverage that she had specifically ordered to be non-replicated, a demand that had in no way surprised the crewman who had come to the table to take the order. "Maya, the day you actually *stop* working or thinking about something scientific for more than a couple of seconds at a time will be the day that I give in my resignation as a Starfleet officer and head to a terra forming colony on the outer boundaries of known space."
The suggestion that the hybrid would give up her rank and position within Starfleet took the Shillian scientist by complete surprise, the vision of the hybrid taking part of some terra forming expedition just striking the scientist as being wrong in so many ways. As much as the Chief Science Officer knew that Serenna had said these words in jest, the scientist had still found it almost impossible to imagine the Chief of Operations in anything other than the role she had seemed perfectly made for. "You would never leave Starfleet."
"I rest my case," the half Human, half Romulan woman said, taking another sip from the delicate cup that hung between her fingers.
"Morning ladies," Commander Rikar said, strolling over to the table where the Chief of Operations and Chief Science Officer had been sitting at, the hand of her daughter firmly encased in her own. "Have either one of you seen James? The computer is either unwilling to give me his location or he has found a way to stay hidden. The onboard computer on the ANUBIS reported that he had left disembarked early in the morning but the logs of NEW ALEXANDRIA do not show him stepping off the ship."
"The Captain could have had a meeting with Admiral Koneki," the Chief of Operations said, using her knowing and background in both Operations and Security to formulate a hypothesis. "It would have been easy for the Admiral to have any and all traces of the whereabouts of the Captain removed from the logs."
"Why would Admiral Koneki want to keep a meeting secret?" The Shillian scientist asked, drawing a grin from both of the other two women who found the innocence of the question refreshing.
"In any case," the Commander said after a short pause, "if either one of you do see James, please let him know that I am looking for him. I need to ask him a question."
Experience and training in the fields of Security, Operations and Intel had made it easy for the Chief of Operations to figure out what the question mentioned by the First Officer had been about. The same could not be said for the Shillian scientist who seemed absolutely lost as to understanding what the Executive Officer could have wanted to ask the Captain.
"We will relay the message," Serenna said, cutting off the Shillian before she could ask about the details of the question. The piercing glare that the Operations Officer shot at the Chief Science Officer insured that Maya remained silent, at least for as long as Commander Rikar had been within earshot.
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Jessica Solarik { maya_992003@yahoo.com }
Lieutenant Maya
Chief Science Officer
USS ANUBIS
"To see the world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)
2005 post #039
