OOC: This is the first part of log from Muma and me, I hope, it will come the second part soon. ===== Bridge, USS Chimera ===== The dim red lights indicating red alert were still illuminating the bridge. People were trying to do their work even under those circumstances but it was evident that not all of the bridge officers were happy about the red alert and restrictions the XO called upon the ship. Oriana was deep in work. Standing beside LtJg. Motmans, she worked at her console. Her fingers flew bz unbelievable speed over the console. She followed her own thoughts and only small part her attention followed the events around. She knew in spite of this, if she wanted, she would call back all details. Yes, she knew, the antytachyonpulse could help close the portals, but how to prevent of repeated opening? They would need to change the structure of this sector at least. LtJg. Motmans mentioned, he has any idea. ===== Astrometrics, USS Chimera ===== Petrel checked the last thing on his PADD and smiled to himself. He was satifsied with himself for now. It was not cause something work related, not this time, but rather something personal ... a plan he thought up and now was about to make it reality. He tapped the COMM unit: "Warrant officer Petrel to Ens. Oriana. If you could plese come to Astrometrics, there is something important i want to discuss with you Ma'am" Oriana thought {What can be SO important, that it requires her presence? He sent only a report short while ago.} But the bridge was full of people, which would have pleasure of discussion between the officers, they should talk about leastwise. She tapped her comm.: "On my way. Oriana out." ===== 5 minutes later ===== Petrel was sitting in one of the soft chairs that were scattered in Astrometrics and waited for his chef to appear. He knew his boss a bit and he was sure, she will be here in less then a minute. It was quite 'fascinating' to observe the customs and habits of an 'logic' wulcan woman who tried not to be all too 'logic' When Oriana entered the room, she found it under control and in satisfactory activity, what pleased her. That was not the reason Petrel`s call. she looked at the large screen on the wall, but it showed that same like on the bridge, light and substance play created by appearing and disappearing of the portals. Not one of the consoles signalized anything strange and Petrel self sat not far from the door in a chair, where became spend people pauses in work. It happened not anything evidently, it was pure mystery. Finally, Petrel will not forbear the chance to enlighten her on it sufficiently colour and watch to her reaction. She came closer to him and asked: "So, what is so important, what do you want to discuss with me?" Petrel noded towards his boss and pretending to be very serious he said: " Its a matter of a high priority ma'am. I belive that i found a way how to improve the efficiency of analysing our data." This answer interested Oriana really. She can`t not the way to make this and she was a bit frustrated of this. "I am hearing you. Petrel really enjoyed Oriana's interest in the improvement and pretended how she will react when he will tell her the truth. He noded again: "Ensign" he spoke at her officially, "My analysis of your wokring efficiency AND my research in vulcan physiology suggest that YOU are up for a break connected with a meal" Both of Oriana`s eyebrows fleeted away under her hear-line. She waited not so simple attack. She contained her face blank anyhow, but she can`t say no one word. Petrel almost smiled when he saw the very slight 'vulcan wonder-expression' on Oriana's face and continued still in pretending seriousity. "Yes ma'am, according your work shedule the computer provided me i must ask you to take at least 45 minutes break ma'am. I would suggest a meal in the mess hall ... this action will allow your brain cells to regenerate and you will gain new strenght from the food proteines and sacharids." Yeah ... Petrel was well prepared! She won control over herself again anyhow. Finally she said: "I see, what what are you aiming, but I am a Vulcan, forgot? My body is conform my will. I can work some days without a break." Petrel shook his head: "Ma'am, I must persist on my request. You need to rest for a while. If you will still refuse to do it, i will be forced to contact the XO. I believe that he relyies much on concentrations of the key officers on their task, so he will most probably send you to relax for several hours ..." he 'threatened' her a bit ... Oriana didn`t know, if she is due to smile or anger. she could think. She had to know, he will use this trick. She make no question of that, he would call commander Guzman really. And commander ... well ... he is a human and he was able to order her to relax. It was better, she will not to spar with them. "All right, Petrel. You won." Petrel noded: "Thank you ma'am. I am glad you agreed with me finally. Further more i would suggest that someone will keep you company for the meal time and with everyone around beeing busy i volunteer for that task." Yeah ... {AM I GOOOOOOD!} he thought. He looked at Oriana really interested if she will accept his company. Oriana shrink up her shoulders: "When you want to, I have no objection. You, humans make to much pauses in your work" added at last. Petrel noded and tapped a COMM pannel: "Astrometrics to Security. We need an escort in five minutes from here." +TAPS+ Security here, acknowledged. Petrel looked at Oriana and a light smile appeared on his lips: "If i can even suggest you something for eat, I think you may enjoy an old earth meal 'Halusky' very well" Again one of this strange earth words, which commander Guzman used usually. What for a language was that? She have to ask on that. "I hope, it isn`t anything with flesh." ==== End of Log ==== Ens. Oriana Chief Science Officer & Warrant Officer Petrel (NPC by Muma) --------------------------------------------------------- http://mail.centrum.sk/ - Chce¹ nový e-mail, zriaï si ho!