[USS Gibson - Crew Quarters]
"So that sums it up. What do you think? Exciting ship huh?"
To say that Jacoby Hawkins... now Crewman Jacoby Hawkins thanks to those in charge of promoting folks, had heard any of what Crewman Memnon has said would be untrue. The Human had ceased listening to the Benzite engineer somewhere around the time that the Gibson started chasing pirates and the engineer's mate had been yelling at him about plasma coils or some other bit of engineering minutae. Mostly because he didn't care, but chiefly because he saw nothing useful in what the Benzite was blathering about. He'd always been that way though. As soon as he'd confirmed the fact that his prior employer hadn't ever had an account with said pirates, the point became less and other things had taken residence in his "think about now" file. Things such as going to engineering to report in to some flake named Ash Thompson so he didn't get reprimanded.
"Yeah wonderful... so where can I find this chief engineer person. I need to go check in." Jacoby replied finally, pulling on the black and gray duty jacket. "Is he on shift now?
Memnon nodded. "Indeed he is. As you're new to the Gibson, I'd be happy to take you there."
Jacoby shook his head. "It's good. I need to look around anyways, and the ship is small. I'll find my way."
"As you wish. While you're out, I believe I'll get some work done."
The young crewman waved as he walked out of their combines quarters. Glad he hadn't gotten someone knowledgable about his situation, Jacoby made his way down the corridor to the nearest turbolift. Memnon wasn't so bad, he thought to himself. And he'd never lived wth an alien before either. Turkana IV was all human, and then so was the small earth town that his father had sent him to. His father the Star Flaker. And now look at him, wearing the same stupid uniform as dear old daddy. But then between this or the penal colony in New Zealand, as he was 18 now, Jacoby had to admit that starfleet was looking like the better option. Still a prisoner of sorts, but not shackled. And who knew, maybe Starfleet wouldn't turn out so bad. Most of the people were cordial enough.
"Where are you trying to be."
The voice was unfamiliar but the tone wasn't. Jacoby didn't need to see the collar to know that there would be an NCO's rank tab there. And as he took stock of his situation, the engineering crewman came to realize that he'd wandered into somewhere scienc-ish, as evidenced by the multitude of blue shirts.
"On a beach someplace." He replied before he could stop himself. "Bonfire, Beer, Betazoids... in that order."
The NCO, he had been right about that by the way, Petty Officer 1st Class Brennan Sanders What a generic, stupid name peered down at him. "This is sciences. So unless you're here to fix something or to shoot something, judging by the color of your shirt, Crewman, you're lost.
"Sure. You're right. Where's engineering?" Jacoby replied. "I'm "trying" to be there too, so I can check in. I'm new. Jacoby Hawkins."
Apparently he'd been a little more flippant than the NCO's ego was inclined to take. "So what you're saying is, Gee Petty Officer, I sure could use some guidance, but I'm a disrespectful little twit that doesn't really know how to resepct the chain of command."
Jacoby's response would have been pretty pointed, and in his mind deservedly so. But as he was about to speak up, a strange looking alien that he'd never seen crossed his field of view. Blue skin, horns... this dude was wierd looking. The angry petty officer faded to the back burner momentarily as Jacoby sized up the alien. He was in Stafleet, that much was evident. But what was he? He looked like a monster from a kids book. Knowing in the back of his mind that a tongue lashing, maybe even a reprimand was forthcoming, the young human did the first thing that came to mind. He produced a padd from his cargo pocket and snapped a picture of the alien. there was no way his friends back on Turkana would ever believe this guy, and should he ever get to speak to them again, he'd want the proof. Feeling several sets of eyes now affixed firmly to him, Jacoby pocketed the padd and considered his situation. Having already stated his lack of purpose for being here, a lie in that regard wouldn't really fly. a shame too because there were several that sprang to mind. Nonetheless, he'd need to come up with something. From his appearance, the NCO was trying to put all of his scathing words together as well. Now it was only the matter of whether his rant would be done before Jacoby's excuse....