"What You Expect And What You Get Are Often Different"
{Last Post: Jessica's "Click Your Heels Three Times and Say There Is No Place Like Home"}
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Umbilical Connection
Stardate: 60322.2225
Time: Right after Jessica's post
Eva looked around as she watched the Lt. Cmdr. go dashing off. She
hoped that Lt. Cmdr. Maya had gone off to stop the experiments, or at
least register some objection to them. At least that's what the
Ensign had hoped when she got the terror off the other woman.
Turning around Eva saw what could be the largest humanoid she'd ever
seen. She was 5'6" and this man towered over her by more than a foot.
Glancing up she amended that – make that 2 feet.
"Ensign," the man nodded down towards her, his voice so soft Eva had
to strain to hear it, "I apologize but I overheard you saying you
needed to report to Lt. Cmdr. Rikar. If you follow the umbilical
connection to the end and make a right and take the 2nd turbolift to
the Bridge, you will find her."
Dear gods, Eva realized, the man could put his hand on her head, twist
it until her neck snapped, all before she could move. Nodding mutely
the Edo/Betazoid bobbled her head trying to keep things as calm as
possible.
The Oltharian nodded and wondered why the Ensign was mute, with her
gray eyes widening beyond their normal wide state until they were the
size of arva nodes. Then he realized it might be because she didn't
know who he was. "My apologies, I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Elan
Fairborn," he said as he offered a hand.
Swallowing the lump in her throat the Assistant Chief of Security
nodded. "Ensign Doratheva," she replied. Deciding to conquer her
fear of this person, she shook his hand. And while his hand was
double hers in size, she realized something. It was soft, firm and
slightly scarred but given the blue he wore, Eva figured that par for
the course in Engineering. He was strong, she could tell that, but
something about the way he moved seemed to indicate that he used that
as a secondary resource, not a primary one.
This man wasn't a fighter, she thought to herself. She had no clue
why that would be, but he wasn't. Everything she could gather about
him – from the way he shook her hand to the sincerity in his voice –
indicated that he was a peaceful soul. She could be wrong, of course,
but that was her gut feeling.
It made no sense, the Ensign thought. But she could either question
this man or she could go report for duty and figure out the mystery of
the Engineer later. "Thank you Lieutenant. I should be on my way."
=/\=
She had been on bridges before. The KITTY HAWK, when it was docked.
And at school of course, during training exercises.
But there was *something* about walking on to a ship's bridge and
knowing that this would be your first assignment. That Eva, thought
to herself, was something else. Walking onto the Bridge
A redheaded woman came up behind her and smiled at the Ensign's awe.
"It's something isn't it?"
Eva spun around and saw the pips on the collar, not to mention its red
collar, and took a stab at who it might be. Bringing herself to
attention, she said. "Ensign Doratheva, reporting for duty Commander
Rikar."
The Executive Officer considered the Ensign as she waved her down.
Considering her Sabrina mused, "You're our new Assistant Chief of
Security?"
Eva nodded and pulled out her orders, handing them over. She watched
the Commander glance down over the orders. She expected a hundred
different questions – things ranging to her specializations in
Security (she had none – she chose to focus on all the forms rather
than specialize in one), to her desire to join Intel (that was a bit
more nebulous to explain but she could probably wing an answer to
that), to even her impressions of the ship.
"Are you hungry?"
That question – it was safe to say, she wasn't expecting.
Sabrina enjoyed watching the Edo/Betazoid mentally shift gears. It
spoke a lot about a person to see how they could handle quick changes.
The type of work that the ANUBIS did, it required of course the
typical training, but often out in the field, whether you lived or
died, whether you did the job well or poorly, that depended on whether
you could think on your feet – and do so quickly.
"That depends," Eva answered honestly.
Intrigued the Executive Officer tilted her head to the side and
inquired, "On what?"
"Would I be allowed to pick what I want to eat? Or are you also going
to assume what I'm eating?"
Sabrina blinked at the answer and then it dawned on her. Eva must
have met Allyson or Amey, or both. Laughing she said, "No, you can
pick your own food here."
The Ensign sighed in relief at that, "Then yes, at some point food
would be good. But it doesn't have to be now."
"Good," Sabrina nodded. "Let's get you settled first. Do you mind if
I call you Doratheva?"
The Ensign shrugged. "You can, but most just call me Eva."
"Alright Eva, follow me and we'll fill out some necessary paperwork
and get you settled."
=/\= 2005 post #238
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 60322.2240
Cady O'Brien {cadyob@gmail.com}
Ensign Doratheva
Assistant Chief of Security
USS ANUBIS
