Season 14, Episode 1: Treasonous Assertion

[Tekin Nevir]

Captain's Log, Stardate 75340.9

After almost a year of trying to stabilize the former neutral zone, as well as handle the rampant smuggling operations, the Federation council has decided that it is time to recognize the New Romulan Republic as the legitimate power in the Beta Quadrant.  In order to do so, however, the various factions that have broken out since the fall of the Star Empire need to also recognize that government too, which has provided us with our new mission.

The Discovery is now en route to the Tryka System to meet with one of these factions.  The Deutus Alliance is a collection of 12 star systems and one of the largest factions in the far regions of the former empire, rivaling even the Republic.  Luckily, they have been relatively peaceful, and more concerned about their own safety and self-sufficiency.  This has led to an agreement to meet with the Praetor on board the Discovery for negotiation for the Alliance to recognize New Romulus as the ruling power.  I can't help but look at this in the same light as the negotiations between the Federation and other worlds that have otherwise joined.  This also marks the first time that the Praetor has been aboard our ship.

Meanwhile, there have been changes since we have left Earth Spacedock.  It is with a heavy heart that I had to say goodbye to my first officer, Captain Ian Galloway, and instead have my science officer Lt. Commander T'Lara filling in that role.  She has some big shoes to fill, but I have confidence she can do so.  It is why I chose her, after all....

[Deck 1 - Main Bridge - USS Discovery]

They were about another 2 hours from Tryka, and at least an hour and a half out from communications range.  With the exception of the crew changes, and the VIP quest they were escorting on board, things were relatively normal as they flew.  It was interesting... this was the farthest into Romulan space that any Federation ship had really gone before.  This system they were headed towards was closer to the galactic edge than it was to the Alpha/Beta border.

The Captain was seated in the center chair, reading engineering reports, and actually enjoying the melancholy for once.

[Ruth Sigurdsdottir]

[Bridge - USS Discovery]

Ruth sat at the Science station, musing.  She didn't miss the centre chair, in fact it was refreshing really to be 'just' doing Science stuff.

She had all the normal passive scans going for things like the weather, and alarms set for that.  She only had half an eye on them but even with a year away from doing this as a role, she was savvy enough to do this while reading personnel files for those who were in her department, interspersed with reports.  She longed for being able to look over at Ops and see Lahr there and request some rock music to lift her spirits!

Sighing she looked over at Captain Tekin.

"Are we expecting company, Captain, I mean other than the odd cloud of space dust?!"

[Luby Wentock]

[Sickbay - USS Discovery]

Luby sighed.  She didn't think that her first duty would be stocking and charging the medkits, but if that's what Dr. Thane wanted her to do that's what she would do.

She wondered what that nice Ensign, Derek, from Columbus was doing now... ah well another prospective husband slipped the marriage noose as her mother would put it!

As far as her mother would have it any man with a pulse and over 18 was prospective marriage material, she was as determined to get Luby married off as Luby was to travel the galaxies and choose her own love interest!

She hummed a tune as she replicated standard hypos, and wondered if she should take the CSO up on her offer made at the Memorial Service or not, and hoped that someone might come in for a medical even she was that bored.

[Lek]

[Deck 12 - Upper Main Engineering - USS Discovery]

Lek stepped into his new office and flopped behind his new desk. He was still trying to figure out if his presence here was a reward or a punishment and regardless of which it was, he had no idea what he'd done to deserve either. One day, he's aboard the Challenger, comfortable in his role and place in the universe, and the next, he'd received orders to report as chief engineer of the USS Discovery.

Sure, the Prometheus-Class was a remarkable design and absolutely the top of what Starfleet ship builders could build, but Challenger was home. She was an old hull, he couldn't deny that, but as a Trailblazer, she was no antique either, especially with his point-of-impact modification. Despite her age, she could go toe to toe with anything but an Akira or a Prometheus in Multi-Vector.

Regardless of what he thought, orders were orders and here he was. At least, thank the Blessed Exchequer he'd been able to swing a transfer for Gianetti. He just couldn't imagine an engine room without him in it and he was grateful he was here. He hadn't been able to manage a transfer for Helga as well, but he wasn't about to give up. He might not have gone into business like a good Ferengi, but he had the lobes to manage the Great Material Continuum and he would get Helga here. Their leave time had been amazing and he wasn't about to accept a long distance relationship.

"No, the 168th Rule of Acquisition* is going to bring my Par'Mach'kai to this ship or I am no Ferengi."

He murmured with conviction and set about to making his initial inspection of the ship. He'd read every word available about the Prometheus-Class in the last week, but now it was time to put those schematics to touch.

*Whisper your way to success.

[T'Lara]

[Deck 3 - Senior Officer's Quarters - USS Discovery]

T'Lara opened her eyes after yet another successful meditation session. Over the past few weeks she had been having trouble clearing her mind fully, and instead of responding to this calmly she was invaded with anxious thoughts. What if she couldn't maintain the logical composure she knew so well anymore? She assumed the anxiety was due to the overwhelming nature of the mission and the fact that she hadn't gotten any rest during the duration.

But this morning was good. She felt she had fully come to terms with the fact that she had done all she could on their last mission, any symptoms of radiation effects she'd experienced were completely gone, and she had been issued her red uniform. Command. In all her years serving in Starfleet she confessed she never had the goal of attaining a command position, though her father was a starship captain. He of course was thrilled with the news and gave her many hours worth of advice whenever she wasn't on duty or going over personnel reports, telling her it was about time she followed in her father's footsteps.

She assumed his enthusiastic interest in her was because she had taken his path when her brother had not, something she constantly puzzled over. If she had chosen this instead of research on Vulcan, then why did she always try to be Vulcan? Thoughts like these went through her head during meditation and she didn't have any definitive answers. Maybe she felt guilty about her mother losing her katra. Maybe the Vulcan way was how she truly felt. At any rate, both sides belonged in Starfleet so here she was, about to step out onto her first shift as Executive Officer. Looking in her mirror once again to straighten the creases and pips, she exited and took the turbolift to the main bridge.

[Deck 1 - Main Bridge - USS Discovery]

[A couple hours later]

Sitting at her place next to the captain, T'Lara was dutifully checking through DH updates as they came in on her PADD, relaying them to Captain Tekin if there was anything worth noting. It wasn't much different from her previous duties, except she was involved in all aspects of running the ship now. She paid particular attention to the science and ops reports of course, as they were really far out into Romulan space and therefore all information was "new" information. She settled down and took solace in the silence while she waited for the Discovery to get in communications range or for Tekin to give her something specific to do, whichever came first.

[Bridge - USS Discovery]

Ruth sat at the Science station, musing.  She didn't miss the centre chair, in fact it was refreshing really to be 'just' doing Science stuff.

She had all the normal passive scans going for things like the weather, and alarms set for that.  She only had half an eye on them but even with a year away from doing this as a role, she was savvy enough to do this while reading personnel files for those who were in her department, interspersed with reports.  She longed for being able to look over at Ops and see Lahr there and request some rock music to lift her spirits!

Sighing she looked over at Captain Tekin.

"Are we expecting company, Captain, I mean other than the odd cloud of space dust?!"

Hearing Ruth speaking with the captain, her heart gave an unexpected twinge of longing as her eyes briefly flicked over to the science console. The feeling was distant, somewhere in the pit of her stomach while her brain was working on overdrive so that she was so calm, nothing could make her lose face. From afar it might seem like she was relaxing but in reality she was very far from it, as maintaining control of all emotions took an extraordinary amount of effort. The reason the feeling of longing was hidden so far within her was because she kept it that way, and this was as normal to her as breathing.

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams
[USS Discovery - Deck 10 - Sickbay]

Being assigned to Beta shift meant that Torra missed out on working on the Bridge with the the Captain and Commander. Which was a bit saddening.  But it also meant that she had opportunity to check in on folks that she usually didn't because of the difference of shifts they worked.

So while the Captain and Commander sat up on the bridge, Torra was making her way towards Medical to check up on her 'babies'... the last few remaining lab rats that survived her viral testing when she was working on the Iaba virus cure and inoculation.

As Torra stepped through the Sickbay doors she waved off the nurses.  "I'm just visiting.  No assistance needed."

[Sickbay - USS Discovery]

Luby sighed.  She didn't think that her first duty would be stocking and charging the medkits, but if that's what Dr. Thane wanted her to do that's what she would do.

She wondered what that nice Ensign, Derek, from Columbus was doing now... ah well another prospective husband slipped the marriage noose as her mother would put it!

As far as her mother would have it any man with a pulse and over 18 was prospective marriage material, she was as determined to get Luby married off as Luby was to travel the galaxies and choose her own love interest!

She hummed a tune as she replicated standard hypos, and wondered if she should take the CSO up on her offer made at the Memorial Service or not, and hoped that someone might come in for a medical even she was that bored.

Spotting Luby, Torra dipped her head towards the young woman.  "Hello Cadet Wentock.  How are things coming along for you?  Are you settling in?

[Nira Said]

[Lieutenant JG Nira Said | Outside VIP Quarters | Deck Three | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]

Considering the Praetor of the New Romulan Republic was aboard, Nira felt it imperative to ensure the Praetor was protected. She never forgot the role she played in saving Subcommander Ralik of New Romulus, and such an important guest aboard required extra security. Besides which, Commander Felder was busy on the bridge, anyway.

Nira dropped by the Praetor's quarters for her usual check and security inspection. The guards stood at attention when she arrived.

"At ease," said Nira. "That really necessary?"

"Ranking officer, ma'am," answered one of the guards...Crewman Clarke, if Nira remembered.

"I'm just the deputy," said Nira. "Or second ranking officer, as it were. But let's not go off on a tangent. How's the Praetor?"

"Comfortable, ma'am," answered Clarke. "Safe and sound as well."

"Good to hear, Crewman," said Nira. "I'd check on him myself, but such an important person like the Praetor must not be disturbed."

"Word," replied Clarke.

"Anyway, carry on," said Nira, and walked off to the turbolift to get to her forensics lab...for the sake of practice, of course; not once had she had to use her lab for forensics work, and it frustrated her in a way. All she could do was practice, and while she was frustrated, she knew perfectly well that by not practicing, she could very well lose her talents. A talented person always had to practice keeping his or her skills fine-tuned.

All the same, she wanted to be sure security personnel got in touch with her if they needed her; the Discovery was going into Romulan territory, deeper than any Federation starship, given the Discovery was heading for the Tryka system. She saw the star charts as well; if one kept on going past the Tryka system, one could easily leave the Milky Way within a matter of time.

It blew Nira away to know that she had gone a long way since leaving Earth. All that warp travel, her ending up from the far distant T'Sari sphere of influence from the Athena all the way to, potentially, the edge of the galaxy. And the irony was that one of her colleagues in her department, who she meant to recommend to Commander Felder to be the Discovery's master-at-arms, traveled twice, maybe thrice as far, from the Delta Quadrant.

Speaking of which...

"Lieutenant Said to Mister Dranik. I have a security assignment for you," said Nira, tapping her comm badge.

[Evandav Bervarn]

[Deck 11, Science Labs]

Evandav looked at the model which he had painstakingly created with frustrating, and banged his fists against the table.
"Dammit man!" He cursed. It had been a busy few weeks since the return to Earth; he had met his teacher and mentor from his time retraining at the Science Academy on Earth Spacedock, and had conversed with him about his first experiences as a Science Officer.

[Earth Spacedock, a couple of weeks back]
"So, how have you settled in on Discovery since your transition?" Asked Professor Jones as they walked along one of the upper decks of Earth Spacedock.
"It's been difficult sir... I was so used to walking along the decks with a phaser on hand and on a patrol pattern with my fellow security officers. Now I'm a Science Officer, I didn't really have an idea of my purpose on the ship."
"That's understandable Bervarn. A new Department change is always going to cause some discomfort, and it'll take time to settle in. Now it's not so simple as shooting up enemies and be done with it. Science is all about expanding yourself intellectually. To discover, to research to explore." A pause filled the next few seconds, a pause as both men withdrew themselves to their thoughts. Then, the Professor asked

"Why not do a project?"
Evandav turned to look at him with a puzzled look.
"A project sir?"
"Of course, a project. Set yourself a goal and try and reach it! It can be as long or as short as you want. Ask yourselves, what do you want to achieve, and then strive to implement it."
Evandav pondered on what his goals were. And when pondering what he wanted from his new found knowledge, he found that he wanted to go back in time safely, without breaking the Temporal Prime Directive, and wanted to view events, even modify them, before everything reverted back to normal, with no consequence. The ability to meet real people, in real life, not some materialisation in a holodeck. He asked to sit down at a nearby cafe, and ordered a coffee from the waiter. Once receiving the coffee, he laid out his idea to the Professor, who listened patiently. To which, his response was of great enthusiasm to his idea. In the short period before Discovery left, the 2 had brainstormed ideas and gathered as much knowledge as possible to create the idea.

[USS Discovery, Present day]
To that extent, Evandav was in the science lab today, attempting to create one strong enough to be maintained for transport. And this was even before he had to even think about transporting the apple any time into the past or future. Once again, he tried to fiddle around with the actual shield itself, as it appeared that it was too weak to maintain.

[Don Damien Addams]

[USS DISCOVERY - Bridge]

Don was at his station on the Alpha team. He was on the bridge cause he chose to be on the bridge on their first mission. He was missing seeing his wife on the bridge. He reckon that was part of this new additional crew.

Remarkable he felt the command staff should be on a science ship. But he would not trade the world not to be under Tekin. He was sure was going to miss Ian Galloway. That was a pain. Someone he was enjoying to hang out to do man stuff.

Well Martha was aboard. He had hope the new Chief Engineer would show mercy and not treat that ship as a junk. Don will not allow it. He was thankful the Captain allowed her to stay on aboard. It was like she became part of the crew.

There was a small smile on his face thinking about that. Life was good with a few old friends missing but maybe some new ones to come.

[Jorias Doache]

[USS Discovery, Min Bridge]

Doache sat at the ops station, mulling over the current situation.

Romulan Space.

As a child, he had something of a fascination with the Romulans, a far flung exotic race, Vulcans liberated from their emotions, indulging their passion for savagery.   Of course, like all things the truth was somewhat different.   Nevertheless the reputation for savagery was well founded and deserved.

One thing he had learned from the crime ridden centuries of his symbiont was that empires rise and fall.   The Doache symbiont had seen street gangs become intergalactic crime syndicates, crooked law enforcement officials embraced as icons of law and order.   Brutal police states warmly remembered as times when it was OK to leave the doors open.   History was a strange thing.

And perhaps he was one such contradiction.   Would he be remembered as the Starfleet officer that became corrupted by crime?   Or the bastardised criminal symbiont that was would become the greatest redemption story in Trill history

Still all he could do – Jorias – was live for the now, and keep an eye on his console.

[Dranik]

[Lieutenant JG Nira Said | Outside VIP Quarters | Deck Three | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]

Considering the Praetor of the New Romulan Republic was aboard, Nira felt it imperative to ensure the Praetor was protected. She never forgot the role she played in saving Subcommander Ralik of New Romulus, and such an important guest aboard required extra security. Besides which, Commander Felder was busy on the bridge, anyway.

Nira dropped by the Praetor's quarters for her usual check and security inspection. The guards stood at attention when she arrived.

"At ease," said Nira. "That really necessary?"

"Ranking officer, ma'am," answered one of the guards...Crewman Clarke, if Nira remembered.

"I'm just the deputy," said Nira. "Or second ranking officer, as it were. But let's not go off on a tangent. How's the Praetor?"

"Comfortable, ma'am," answered Clarke. "Safe and sound as well."

"Good to hear, Crewman," said Nira. "I'd check on him myself, but such an important person like the Praetor must not be disturbed."

"Word," replied Clarke.

"Anyway, carry on," said Nira, and walked off to the turbolift to get to her forensics lab...for the sake of practice, of course; not once had she had to use her lab for forensics work, and it frustrated her in a way. All she could do was practice, and while she was frustrated, she knew perfectly well that by not practicing, she could very well lose her talents. A talented person always had to practice keeping his or her skills fine-tuned.

All the same, she wanted to be sure security personnel got in touch with her if they needed her; the Discovery was going into Romulan territory, deeper than any Federation starship, given the Discovery was heading for the Tryka system. She saw the star charts as well; if one kept on going past the Tryka system, one could easily leave the Milky Way within a matter of time.

It blew Nira away to know that she had gone a long way since leaving Earth. All that warp travel, her ending up from the far distant T'Sari sphere of influence from the Athena all the way to, potentially, the edge of the galaxy. And the irony was that one of her colleagues in her department, who she meant to recommend to Commander Felder to be the Discovery's master-at-arms, traveled twice, maybe thrice as far, from the Delta Quadrant.

Speaking of which...

"Lieutenant Said to Mister Dranik. I have a security assignment for you," said Nira, tapping her comm badge.

USS Discovery
Dranik's Quarters

Ciavil couldn't help but smile at Dranik as the Hirogen hunter gently sat down on the bed next to her and began rubbing the top of her foot while simultaneously using his other hand to massage the bottom of her foot.

She couldn't believe that this was the same man who would regularly go to the holodeck and beat the living hell out of Jem'Hadar, Borg and Klingon opponents for fun. "So I managed to get the crib all put together." He said as he continued working on the more sore of the two feet. "I also put a little surprise above the crib. A micro holographic imaging device. So our child will be able to see the stars above their crib."

Ciavil smiled. "Speaking of which...we have an appointment tomorrow in the morning." She said softly as she looked down at the small baby bump that was beginning to show. "Part of me can't believe we're going to be parents. Don't get me wrong it's a small part but the rest of me is thrilled."

Dranik continued to massage the bottom of her foot while removing his hand from the top of her foot and gently squeezed her free hand. "So I've been thinking about something...And I want you to be onboard with it. So hear me out."

Ciavil simply nodded and waited for Dranik to continue.

"Last night...I had a nightmare. I lost you and the baby simply because I wasn't in the right place at the right time during an attack on the Discovery. So I spent most of the night thinking of all the ways I could protect you in case something happens to the ship. I won't lie, imagining every contingency and every possible threat and every possible thing that could happen to you and the baby nearly drove me mad. So I had a sudden thought:"

"Why don't we move into shared quarters?"

Ciavil simply stared straight ahead as those words echoed through her mind. A moment later she was brought back to reality by Dranik gently squeezing her hand again. "Are you alright? Was it something I said?"

"No...No it wasn't. I...I've been expecting that question for a while now and I just wasn't sure how to respond to it the right way." She said with a sly grin. "The answer is...Yes."

Dranik smiled. "Alright. That's one question down. Now here's the next one. Close your eyes for a moment, please."

Ciavil shook her head and smiled. Dranik could be a very intimidating figure to those who didn't know him but with certain people he was as gentle as a lamb.

She felt his hand leave the bottom of her foot and a moment later she heard him take a deep breath as though he was trying to catch his breath.

"Open your eyes."

"Oh my god!"

Ciavil opened her eyes and saw Dranik down on one knee, in one hand he held a small open black box with a latinum ring with a small emerald colored jewel on top of it.

"C-Ciavil." He stammered slightly. He took a deep breath. "Sorry, I was up some of the night trying to memorize how to do this." He took another deep breath and seemed to rally somewhat. "Ciavil. From the time of our first official date in the holosuite I had a suspicion that I wanted to marry you. By the time we had our third date...I was already trying to find the right ring. I am not proposing because we have a child on the way. I am proposing because I love you with all my heart and soul and I want to show you how much I love you...and how much I will love our child as well...So...I ask this out of love for you and love for our future child...Will you marry me?"

Ciavil stared at him and then down at the ring and then back at Dranik. She tried to make a sound but she couldn't seem to get the words out. She tried again and once again the words failed to escape. With the third attempt a single word escaped her throat.

"yes."

"Yes?"

"YES!" She shouted joyfully as she jumped off the bed and threw herself into Dranik's arms with a joyful squeal followed by sobs of happiness.

Dranik simply smiled but that smiled turned to a frown as his combadge beeped. Lt. Said was telling him that she had a special security assignment for him.

"Dranik to Lt. Said. I'll be there in a few minutes." He said with a sigh. He hoped that Lt. Said couldn't hear Ciavil's cries of happiness over the combadge.

He gently disentangled himself from Bolian woman and smiled down at her. "I'll be back. Apparently I'm being given a security assignment. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He gently put the ring on her finger softly kissed the top of her hand. "See you  in a little bit."

Ciavil simply nodded as Dranik turned and left his...their quarters.

She looked down and stroked her stomach.

"It's been an eventful day so far." She said as she wiped the tears of joy on her sleeve.

[Zed Masters]

[Counselors Office]

Zed's dark eyes slowly scanned over the interior of the small office that he'd been allotted. While he was use to bigger spaces on shore duty, he hadn't served on a starship in almost 2 years so he'd expected a downsizing. However he did not expect that his entire office space where he was expected to make people feel comfortable would be just slightly larger than a storage space. In fact, if you had told him that they had just reused one of those storage spaces just outside of sickbay he'd likely have believed it. Even the last time he served on a ship he was in the Engineering department of the USS Tempest. This space was nothing compared to that.

Oddly Masters found solace in the confined space. It reminded him of his old home on Earth before his family uprooted and returned to Betazed as his empathic abilities grew. He had never really settled there, even though he was around more people like him he had never really settled there until his abilities began to interfere with his duties, causing near constant migraines. He began to rearrange the office space to make it more accommodating as he reflected on his last two years and how they had brought him here. It took almost an hour, but finally he landed on an orientation he liked.

Once that was done he took a seat behind his desk and came to the sudden realization that the orientation was only welcoming if he wasn't at his desk. Allowing his face to lightly smack against the desk Zed let out a soft but pained groan. He brought  his head back up and starred at his desk for a moment. "How do you make a desk like this look inviting while also not making it look like a cliche self-help guru's desk?" He asked the air around him.

[Don Damien Addams]

[USS Discovery - Bridge]

Don console beeped. It was the appointment to Master's, the new counselor on the USS Discovery. He had forgotten that he that appointment.

"Captain. May I be excuse to an appointment with Counselor Masters. I will have Ensign Malloy to take my place," he said. It was Malloy's turn anyways. She needed to put the time in for the bridge.

[Four of Twenty]

[Deck 12 - Upper Main Engineering - USS Discovery]

Lek stepped into his new office and flopped behind his new desk. He was still trying to figure out if his presence here was a reward or a punishment and regardless of which it was, he had no idea what he'd done to deserve either. One day, he's aboard the Challenger, comfortable in his role and place in the universe, and the next, he'd received orders to report as chief engineer of the USS Discovery.

Sure, the Prometheus-Class was a remarkable design and absolutely the top of what Starfleet ship builders could build, but Challenger was home. She was an old hull, he couldn't deny that, but as a Trailblazer, she was no antique either, especially with his point-of-impact modification. Despite her age, she could go toe to toe with anything but an Akira or a Prometheus in Multi-Vector.

Regardless of what he thought, orders were orders and here he was. At least, thank the Blessed Exchequer he'd been able to swing a transfer for Gianetti. He just couldn't imagine an engine room without him in it and he was grateful he was here. He hadn't been able to manage a transfer for Helga as well, but he wasn't about to give up. He might not have gone into business like a good Ferengi, but he had the lobes to manage the Great Material Continuum and he would get Helga here. Their leave time had been amazing and he wasn't about to accept a long distance relationship.

"No, the 168th Rule of Acquisition* is going to bring my Par'Mach'kai to this ship or I am no Ferengi."

He murmured with conviction and set about to making his initial inspection of the ship. He'd read every word available about the Prometheus-Class in the last week, but now it was time to put those schematics to touch.

*Whisper your way to success.

[Deck 12 - Corridors - USS Discovery]
Ensign Four of Twenty

His second mission on the Discovery, and they were headed deep into Romulan space. His first mission saw a run in with the Borg. Perhaps that was one of the benefits of working on the space station for his previous assignment. Very rare chance of running into Borg or Romulan. Not that he feared the encounters, of course. They were just... uncomfortable.

With the Borg, the components that made up a healthy percentage of his body seemed to become more active when they were around the Collective. It was deafening. And now... His life as a Romulan died when he was assimilated. By the time he was liberated, his home was destroyed. His family being obliterated in the supernova.

He was a Federation officer now. His new life had been different. But, it was getting better. He loved it here on the Discovery. The Prometheus class starship was a marvel on Federation technology. Service on the ship would look great on his record. He would have to continue to prove his value so his commanding officers didn't have motivation in order to transfer him elsewhere.

Speaking of commanding officers, a single black eye rested on the figure of a Ferengi in uniform. The new Chief of Engineering. The mechanical green eye whirred, focusing on the Lieutenant as the Ensign approached the new Chief. His approach was silent, quick. He gave the man a rigid salute.

"Good day, Lieutenant. Ensign Four of Twenty. I hate to be a bother, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I've heard you accomplished quite a lot aboard the Challenger. I look forward to working under you."

[Luby Wentock]

Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams
[USS Discovery - Deck 10 - Sickbay]

Being assigned to Beta shift meant that Torra missed out on working on the Bridge with the the Captain and Commander. Which was a bit saddening.  But it also meant that she had opportunity to check in on folks that she usually didn't because of the difference of shifts they worked.

So while the Captain and Commander sat up on the bridge, Torra was making her way towards Medical to check up on her 'babies'... the last few remaining lab rats that survived her viral testing when she was working on the Iaba virus cure and inoculation.

As Torra stepped through the Sickbay doors she waved off the nurses.  "I'm just visiting.  No assistance needed."

Spotting Luby, Torra dipped her head towards the young woman.  "Hello Cadet Wentock.  How are things coming along for you?  Are you settling in?

[Sickbay - USS Challenger]

"Ah Ensign.... forgive me I will get it right in my head, I can remember that your name is Torra, and that you're Danjar-Torra Addams but I can't for life of me remember what you said about how one addressed you if giving you rank rather than talking informally!"  Luby said with an apologetic grimace.

"But as to your question, I've not been told off by Doctor Thane yet, and not killed anyone so I guess... ok?!  Thank you for asking, I appreciate it! Just want to get my teeth into some real work.  I know having the medkits up to par so they can be grabbed in an instance is important, but it's one of the most boring tasks in the Universe! Can I get you a drink of anything, I heard you were just visiting so I guess that's ok!"