JDL - CHelm & Engo - Lt sh'Thrass & Ens Jones - "Spilling Over Into Our Atmosphere"

Posted on 241411.17 @ 12:50am by Lieutenant Zhyalla sh'Thrass & Ensign Gordon Jones

Mission: Holy Cow

With the Lovelace stowed safely in the shuttle bay, Zhyalla now had the plasma injectors to take care of. She was still a little sore that some stuffed shirt brass had decided it was too dangerous for her to fly the runabout this far into deep space alone, and had decided to reroute a cargo vessel to deliver her, the runabout, and other supplies, instead of only having her hop most of the way with them and their slipstream drive. The plasma injectors sat in a crate down in a cargo bay, awaiting direction on where they go next. Zhyalla entered main engineering and looked around.

"Excuse me," she said softly, reaching her hand out to brush the arm of an ensign who was passing. She hadn't actually paid much attention to how tall he was until he'd been close enough to touch, and found herself looking up at a human who was at least a head taller than her. She instinctively straightened up, even though her posture was generally pretty straight to start with, and her antennae stretched upward as if to try to help her seem taller.

Gordon turned towards the short Andorian female that had tapped his shoulder, not noticing that she was a lieutenant and thinking that it was a cadet he said "What is it cadet?" Then noticing the Andorian was a Lieutenant, he straightened up and said "Sorry Lieutenant, I thought you were one of the cadets. How can i help you?" Gordon asked, slightly embarrassed.

"If we're guessing rank based on height now, that would make you a captain, wouldn't it?" she teased with a laugh, her antennae bobbing in time with her laugh. "I just need to know where engineering wants the plasma injectors that came in with me on the resupply. Can you help me with that, or point me to someone who can?"

"I could hope Lieutenant. I believe they are needed in cargo bay 2." Gordon said, giving a slight chuckle at the lieutenant.

"Figures the crewman down in the shuttlebay directed them to cargo bay one when I asked where to put them until I could find out what engineering wanted," she returned with a snort. "I can move them myself, unless you want to help?"

"I'm not busy currently, and I could use a break from engineering. Do you know the way?" Gordon asked, logging off of his console and redirecting an overview of engineering to a PADD in case something went wrong while he was gone.

"I'm still getting used to the Odyssey class, I've been making heavy use of the computer to guide me," she admitted, gesturing for Gordon to lead the way. "I'm Zhyalla sh'Thrass, I'm the new chief helm," she introduced herself as they started walking.

"Gordon Jones, Engineer, I'm currently under the guidance of the Dame. And yes I do agree, the ship is very big, it's easy to get lost on." Gordon said as he led the way to the turbo lift. "The easiest way to do this is probably going to be a site to site transport. Means we don't have to carry them one by one."

"That's how we moved them originally, but they don't tend to let us flygirls touch those systems without supervision... one too many incidents of CO's undergarments being beamed a meter to the left when you let us run wild," she returned with a smirk as the turbolift doors closed behind them. "Deck 9," she directed the turbolift and it hummed to life. "I remember the deck from the first visit... but you'll have to lead once the turbolift drops us off."

"That is understandable, trust me, it doesn't take long to get used to it." Gordon said as he exited the turbo lift, leading the way to cargo bay one. "So how do you like the ship so far?" Gordon asked.

Zhyalla considered the larger engineer with a sidelong glance as she followed along side him. Her jokes kept sliding over his head... an impressive feat with him being so much taller than her. With a soft shrug, she moved on. "It's a ship, it'll fly where I tell it to, but not as nimbly as a fighter. I like Commander Dhej though."

"You prefer fighters then?" Gordon asked, leading them into cargo bay 1 and heading over to the nearest panel, deliberately avoiding the statement about Commander Dhej. "Right, we just need to authorise the transport...Computer, Security Access Code Jones-Gamma-2, Transport Cargo Container 17B to Cargo Bay 2!" Gordon said as the computer acknowledged, and the container was successfully transported. "I believe our work here is done Lieutenant."

"Fighters are more flexible," she explained, following on his heels. It was almost like he didn't need her there to help, but the job got done. That's all that mattered, right? "I believe it is, Ensign. Thank you for your help."

"Anytime Lieutenant, I don't suppose you'd like to join me for a drink sometime?" Gordon said, looking down at the Andorian.

Zhyalla eyed Gordon skeptically. A drink is a drink, usually, but humans sometimes put extra weight behind the invitation when crossing gender lines. They could be so silly that way. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but she didn't want to make a fuss in case it was just a friendly gesture to welcome a new crew mate. She smiled politely.

"I think I'm the one who owes you a drink, for helping me out here," she returned. "Catch me some time when we're both off duty, and I'll pay my debt."

"Sounds like a plan Lieutenant; see you soon!" Gordon said as he turned and exited the cargo bay, heading back to engineering.

"Bye," she returned as he walked off, then tapped the panel he'd just been working at. "Computer, directions to Lieutenant sh'Thrass's quarters, deck three," she directed it, then followed the lights along the display panels in the wall as they guided her towards the nearest turbolift.

==End==

Lieutenant Zhyalla sh'Thrass
Chief Helm Officer
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-F

Ensign Gordon Jones
Engineering Officer
USS-Enterprise