Imminently Logical

Posted on Wed Nov 25th, 2015 @ 5:57pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 7
Timeline: 2265
Tags: Vulcans

The meeting with the new captain of the Bonne Chance had been interesting... Charybdis was uncertain why she was being ordered to get her department in order until she checked the ship's registry. As of 1142 hours, by order of one Captain Patrick O'Conner, she was now officially the Chief Science Officer of a Constitution-class starship. She was reasonably grateful that she was in her own quarters at the time, thus few people would have heard her girlish squeals of delight.

Curious and curioser. She was now listed as the Second Officer as well, behind Commander Ak'Ahar. She was very interested if this Capellan commander knew her or if the one that she had met during the Bonne Chance Incident was simply an illusion. She would have to catch up to the big man and ask when there was time to spare, ostensibly once they were underway. The more phenomenon she witnessed from this anomaly the more bizarre it seemed. She was going to get one heck of a paper published at Starfleet Academy out of this if she ever figured it all out.

Most of her day was spent playing catch-up... having discovered that she was in point of fact the CSO and actually responsible for her department now, Charybdis had spent a couple of hours reviewing inventories and equipment maintenance schedules. Fortunately, the two CSOs who had preceded her had been rather meticulous, and thus the equipment was all ready to go. That had been the simple part of her task.

However, with all of the new crew being imported onto the Bonne Chance she would need to check each of them in, and fill out the duty rosters to insure that they were not only onboard and assigned but that they had tasks and duties and purpose, as well as insuring that she had covered the variety of scientific fields that might conceivably be called for onboard a Constitution class exploration vessel. She had a departmental meeting scheduled for 1200 two days hence, once the Bonne Chance was underway once more, but for now she had another issue that required immediate attention.

She had been alert, watching for one specific possibility... and now that it had occurred, she was following up on it to insure that a situation did not develop. Her conflict with Suval had taught her a great number of things, and she was determined to use some of those lessons to make both her shipboard life and her career easier for herself.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Tevak?"

The tall, slender Vulcan male stopped and turned in the hallway, then his face registered a subtlety that some might mistake for distaste were they not familiar with the fact that he in point of fact had no emotion. It was the sight of the voluptuous Vulcan double-timing it through the corridors toward him, her assets fully in motion and a smile on her face that he was reacting to... or not reacting to, depending on whom you asked. He sighed slightly... not a show of emotion, of course, just an expression of impatience.

"Can I help you Lieutenant?" he asked drily.

Charybdis came to a halt before him... mostly... then smiled and struck a pose, her pdd cradled in her left arm and resting on her out-thrust hip while her right hand upraised in the Vulcan salute. "I am Charybdis. Live long and prosper, Tevak."

Grudgingly he raised his own hand in salute and replied "Live long and prosper, Charybdis. I am checking into my new command and I am pressed for time... what is it that you want from me?" Again, someone who didn't know better might sense a note of terse irritation in his voice... but he was a Vulcan. Of course there was no such thing.

"I am the Chief Science Officer aboard the USS Bonne Chance... I am here precisely because you are in the process of checking into this command, and it is my duty to inform you that I will be your supervisor." She let that settle in for a few seconds before she continued. "I am V'tosh ka'tur, and it is my understanding that may be less than harmonious in regards to your work conditions. So permission to speak freely granted and encouraged."

Tevak raised an eyebrow and his head tilted somewhat to the right, but he nodded slightly. "Understood."

"Would you find it... challenging to work under my supervision?"

"I would."

"Would you find my leadership to be distracting to you, as a follower of the teachings of Surak?"

"I would."

"Would you still find my presence to be distracting were you working in another department, yet still on the same vessel with me?"

"I would."

"I understand. I appreciate your candor, Tevak. I have recently been enlightened in regards to this phenomenon within Starfleet, and I have also been taught a simple solution for it. In order to avoid conflict in the future and remove the irritation of you being forced to take orders from what some might consider an 'abomination', I have traded your assignment with one Ensign Rex Tyler, a human who will not share your difficulties in seeing me simply as an officer."

"Here are your transfer orders, Lieutenant Tevak. This leaves only one other Vulcan aboard to my knowledge who will not, in point of fact, have a conflict with my presence. How fortunate that so few of us choose to serve in Starfleet. You are now required to report to the USS Magna Carta in his place, likely as the Chief Science Officer given your credentials. Thus this situation is resolved..." she handed him a data card, then raised her hand in the traditional salute once more, now with what some might ungraciously refer to as a smirk. "Live long and prosper. Bye bye now."

With that she turned on her heel and locomoted away at high speed, causing minor chaos in her wake as new crewmen unaccustomed to the sight of the Vulcan vixen in motion were somewhat surprised by her appearance. Behind her, Lieutenant Junior Grade Tevak was left wondering what had just happened, and just how the V'tosh ka'tur had come to the conclusion, before even meeting him, that transferring him off the ship would be the correct solution to their philosophical conflict.

It was, after all, imminently logical.

 

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