Post by Lieutenant Eden Nivans on Apr 7, 2014 14:16:16 GMT -8
Constant exposure has a tendency to dull and numb the human senses. Just as one is made unaware of the nose on their very face, certain ambient noises hardly registered to the blonde woman anymore as she carried on with her routine for the day; the dull throbbing of engines fighting space no longer existed nor did the hissing of the automatic doors opening as she strode through the threshold with purpose.
Without notice to the sounds of said office door's formal introduction, Eden entered the office area with her chin up and hands full. Bitterly ignored, they shut again.
Everyone had their favorite place on a ship or station. Ask anyone and they could tell you where it was. Unsurprisingly, Ensign Nivans found the security offices to be her home away from home. The things that awaited for her inside were what any security officer would want to be surrounded by; complete banks of intelligence in a variety of classifications, weapons lockers, and it was impossible to dismiss the like minded friends and competent shipmates that also occupied the department. It was a domain in which she could be her truest self. It was safe there. It was where she belonged.
Most security centers were more or less the same and with the years of experience under her one lonesome pip it was not hard to guess what console was for what and whose office belonged to whom. The SGE was not much more than another tree in the forest for the Alabama birdie but she had been set on nesting anyway. Important work needed to be seen to completion and by golly she would finish it come hell or high water. That was her attitude on most things.
The expansive room was mostly empty which was to be expected considering the station's condition. Eden did not know half of what was going on within the starbase. The fact was a minor annoyance but wrapping up her final tasks could only help to increase the efficiency of the department. That was her job, was it not? To help. Beside, she could always check in on basic status reports anyway, which she had every intention of doing. The last thing the ensign needed was to be uniformed of the happenings of her surroundings. Nobody wanted to be caught with their pants down.
Eden would have arrived sooner but there had been a task she was bent on accomplishing first. Perhaps it was a bit trivial to some but like a swamp 'gater, once she had her teeth sunk in something it was next to impossible for almost anyone or anything to escape the piercing jaws of the woman's ferocity and dedication to her duties even if they were self-appointed.
Multiple times earlier that afternoon Commander Roman had made inquiries into the location of his absent uniform jacket and those words did not slip by unnoticed. 'Technically uniforms are Starfleet property right? The woman thought as she attempted to reason with herself while on her mini-mission to rescue the missing piece of the Commander's ensemble. Investigating disappearances was a part of her job and she was very good at what she did.
With a little logic (that perhaps a Vulcan might have scoffed at if they ever scoffed) and exercise, Eden had found success and she was happier than a pig in mud when the wad of cloth came into sight. If the combadges had been working correctly she might have made the enthusiastic announcement right away. 'Wait til he sees this.'
Proud as a peacock, Eden folded the jacket into quarters with very little ceremony- handsome Commander's or not it was still just a piece of clothing and not some sacred icon of Saint Victor Roman patron saint of toned muscles and perfect jaw structure.
Setting it atop a common surface with a good pat, the woman let her long fingers linger on the fabric as her body slipped away to another desk with a computer close by. He had called himself a Chief of Security but offered very little else and with scarce information to make any definite conclusions it made no sense to hide the thing away in case Victor had not been CoS onboard the SGE. Surely the man would make his way to the department eventually.
Like a concert pianist, Eden's fingers smoothly danced over colored keys that responded with a chorus of musical tones and beeps with almost every gentle touch as though she had been writing a symphony instead of a security statement summary.
Without being overly wordy the report was stuffed full of the information that the current Chief, whoever that was, would need and all the unimportant details were trimmed off like raw fat. It was structured, to the point, and written with professional experience. Her injury report from medical was linked along with basic profile information on all the characters involved in the story like incident; herself, Taylor, and JG. Eden only weighed in her personal insights and instincts at the end when it was most appropriate. The reader of such a report may have been dumbfounded to hear the author speak in person; the words out of her mouth came out a victim of her thick accent but the words on the report were as flawless and neutral as could be, completely void of any crazy southern idioms.
The dang thing took the better part of an hour to finish. Transferring the data to an empty PADD, the blonde took a moment to stretch in her seat, back arching and arms raising high as she let out a long, full-mouthed, steady breath. "I suwanee, ain't nobody gonna believe a word of that." she groaned to herself out loud, wrinkling her nose. Long digits folded together before her hands fell into her lap and her legs pushed the chair out from under the desk. The woman's posture was an absolute mess as her peridot eyes looked over to Commander Roman's uniform jacket from her computer monitor. 'Somethin aint right.' her brain pondered, tired from the mental exercise of recalling the day's adventures.
Popping her lips, Eden drew in her legs and hopped out of her chair and grabbed the PADD she had prepared and tossed it atop the folds of fabric with a muffled 'thwak.' Instinct made her do it. Ensign Nivans practiced a lot of things but ignoring her gut was not one of them. 'Still missin somethin, I reckon.'
Absentmindedly, her body rocked from the heels of her boots to the toes, an aching finger tapped her dry bottom lip as if to make attempts to draw the missing information from her mouth.
'I'm fixin to need a third pocket if I can't figure this out soon.' Her thoughts berated her playfully. She could not stop from taunting even herself.
"A spoon!" Eden exclaimed to herself with childlike excitement and made quick strides to the closest replicator with due haste, hoping they were online.
The smile on her face was infectious enough to constitute a level two quarantine field. Pressing a button the machine it chirped to life as if to say 'Your wish is my command!' The woman had to swallow her giggles before she spoke, "Arnold Palmer- cancel that. Sweet tea with peach, no ice, cold, two spoons."
Eden watched as her audible requests materialized into tangible things in a matter of moments. One spoon was quickly plopped into her fresh beverage and the other was delicately and humorously set along side the PADD atop Commander Roman's jacket.
"I'd like to see her try," He had challenged.
"I reckon you might need a spoon to eat up those words one day, Commander." Was the reply.
Either way, Victor had dished it out so she was simply making certain that he had the tools needed to eat his words. Perhaps the trinket of a gift would remind him that one day he would have to own up to his challenge. When that one day would come was impossible to say at this point as she was scheduled to check in and report for duty aboard the Talon any day now.
Finally leaving the Commander's things alone Eden picked up another PADD and checked for any new personal messages and claimed a seat once again, this time grabbing another empty chair and putting her feet up while her body insisted on a healthy yawn. It had been a long day, already.
There was only one message for her and it looked like it had been forwarded from another source within Starfleet.
New Unread Message
Her eyes glanced over the less pertinent information and hunted down the name of the writer.
Sender: Nivans, Preston
Recipient: Ensign Nivans, Eden
It had been sent several days ago but receiving personal messages in the Gamma Quadrant was not exactly an instant process. She stirred her sweet tea and took a long drink from it practically finishing it all in one practiced swig, finding the concoction to be perfectly suited to her tastes and awfully refreshing.
Dear Edn,
How is life in the delta Quadrant?
I dont understand why you fleeters like being so far away. Dont you have a duty to home too?
Elijah an Gideon are talking about enlisting if you can believe it. they wouldnt make it a day! The disrespectin this house is terrible. You were the only good one. This house really misses the womans touch were all a bunch of lost boys without you. Havent heard from your mother yet but i suspect shell be home soon.
Miss you honey.
Love,
Dad
Thoughts of home brought a small, content smile to the ensign's face. She could almost feel the hot air of a southern Earth summer kiss her cheeks.
Eden set the open PADD onto the desk and closed her eyes for a moment daydreaming of St. Augustine grass between her toes and the unmistakable perfume of camellias flooding the sterile air of the office. Yellowhammers drilled their little beaks into the trees and young blonde children giggled covered head to toe in dirt after running amok outside, laughing up a storm with dogs barking along as she had slipped easily into a peaceful sleep.
TAG: Anyone
[[OOC: I wanted to plant Eden somewhere and lay a record of her dealings before the time jump. It's open until then, of course.]]
Without notice to the sounds of said office door's formal introduction, Eden entered the office area with her chin up and hands full. Bitterly ignored, they shut again.
Everyone had their favorite place on a ship or station. Ask anyone and they could tell you where it was. Unsurprisingly, Ensign Nivans found the security offices to be her home away from home. The things that awaited for her inside were what any security officer would want to be surrounded by; complete banks of intelligence in a variety of classifications, weapons lockers, and it was impossible to dismiss the like minded friends and competent shipmates that also occupied the department. It was a domain in which she could be her truest self. It was safe there. It was where she belonged.
Most security centers were more or less the same and with the years of experience under her one lonesome pip it was not hard to guess what console was for what and whose office belonged to whom. The SGE was not much more than another tree in the forest for the Alabama birdie but she had been set on nesting anyway. Important work needed to be seen to completion and by golly she would finish it come hell or high water. That was her attitude on most things.
The expansive room was mostly empty which was to be expected considering the station's condition. Eden did not know half of what was going on within the starbase. The fact was a minor annoyance but wrapping up her final tasks could only help to increase the efficiency of the department. That was her job, was it not? To help. Beside, she could always check in on basic status reports anyway, which she had every intention of doing. The last thing the ensign needed was to be uniformed of the happenings of her surroundings. Nobody wanted to be caught with their pants down.
Eden would have arrived sooner but there had been a task she was bent on accomplishing first. Perhaps it was a bit trivial to some but like a swamp 'gater, once she had her teeth sunk in something it was next to impossible for almost anyone or anything to escape the piercing jaws of the woman's ferocity and dedication to her duties even if they were self-appointed.
Multiple times earlier that afternoon Commander Roman had made inquiries into the location of his absent uniform jacket and those words did not slip by unnoticed. 'Technically uniforms are Starfleet property right? The woman thought as she attempted to reason with herself while on her mini-mission to rescue the missing piece of the Commander's ensemble. Investigating disappearances was a part of her job and she was very good at what she did.
With a little logic (that perhaps a Vulcan might have scoffed at if they ever scoffed) and exercise, Eden had found success and she was happier than a pig in mud when the wad of cloth came into sight. If the combadges had been working correctly she might have made the enthusiastic announcement right away. 'Wait til he sees this.'
Proud as a peacock, Eden folded the jacket into quarters with very little ceremony- handsome Commander's or not it was still just a piece of clothing and not some sacred icon of Saint Victor Roman patron saint of toned muscles and perfect jaw structure.
Setting it atop a common surface with a good pat, the woman let her long fingers linger on the fabric as her body slipped away to another desk with a computer close by. He had called himself a Chief of Security but offered very little else and with scarce information to make any definite conclusions it made no sense to hide the thing away in case Victor had not been CoS onboard the SGE. Surely the man would make his way to the department eventually.
Like a concert pianist, Eden's fingers smoothly danced over colored keys that responded with a chorus of musical tones and beeps with almost every gentle touch as though she had been writing a symphony instead of a security statement summary.
Without being overly wordy the report was stuffed full of the information that the current Chief, whoever that was, would need and all the unimportant details were trimmed off like raw fat. It was structured, to the point, and written with professional experience. Her injury report from medical was linked along with basic profile information on all the characters involved in the story like incident; herself, Taylor, and JG. Eden only weighed in her personal insights and instincts at the end when it was most appropriate. The reader of such a report may have been dumbfounded to hear the author speak in person; the words out of her mouth came out a victim of her thick accent but the words on the report were as flawless and neutral as could be, completely void of any crazy southern idioms.
The dang thing took the better part of an hour to finish. Transferring the data to an empty PADD, the blonde took a moment to stretch in her seat, back arching and arms raising high as she let out a long, full-mouthed, steady breath. "I suwanee, ain't nobody gonna believe a word of that." she groaned to herself out loud, wrinkling her nose. Long digits folded together before her hands fell into her lap and her legs pushed the chair out from under the desk. The woman's posture was an absolute mess as her peridot eyes looked over to Commander Roman's uniform jacket from her computer monitor. 'Somethin aint right.' her brain pondered, tired from the mental exercise of recalling the day's adventures.
Popping her lips, Eden drew in her legs and hopped out of her chair and grabbed the PADD she had prepared and tossed it atop the folds of fabric with a muffled 'thwak.' Instinct made her do it. Ensign Nivans practiced a lot of things but ignoring her gut was not one of them. 'Still missin somethin, I reckon.'
Absentmindedly, her body rocked from the heels of her boots to the toes, an aching finger tapped her dry bottom lip as if to make attempts to draw the missing information from her mouth.
'I'm fixin to need a third pocket if I can't figure this out soon.' Her thoughts berated her playfully. She could not stop from taunting even herself.
"A spoon!" Eden exclaimed to herself with childlike excitement and made quick strides to the closest replicator with due haste, hoping they were online.
The smile on her face was infectious enough to constitute a level two quarantine field. Pressing a button the machine it chirped to life as if to say 'Your wish is my command!' The woman had to swallow her giggles before she spoke, "Arnold Palmer- cancel that. Sweet tea with peach, no ice, cold, two spoons."
Eden watched as her audible requests materialized into tangible things in a matter of moments. One spoon was quickly plopped into her fresh beverage and the other was delicately and humorously set along side the PADD atop Commander Roman's jacket.
"I'd like to see her try," He had challenged.
"I reckon you might need a spoon to eat up those words one day, Commander." Was the reply.
Either way, Victor had dished it out so she was simply making certain that he had the tools needed to eat his words. Perhaps the trinket of a gift would remind him that one day he would have to own up to his challenge. When that one day would come was impossible to say at this point as she was scheduled to check in and report for duty aboard the Talon any day now.
Finally leaving the Commander's things alone Eden picked up another PADD and checked for any new personal messages and claimed a seat once again, this time grabbing another empty chair and putting her feet up while her body insisted on a healthy yawn. It had been a long day, already.
There was only one message for her and it looked like it had been forwarded from another source within Starfleet.
New Unread Message
Her eyes glanced over the less pertinent information and hunted down the name of the writer.
Sender: Nivans, Preston
Recipient: Ensign Nivans, Eden
It had been sent several days ago but receiving personal messages in the Gamma Quadrant was not exactly an instant process. She stirred her sweet tea and took a long drink from it practically finishing it all in one practiced swig, finding the concoction to be perfectly suited to her tastes and awfully refreshing.
Dear Edn,
How is life in the delta Quadrant?
I dont understand why you fleeters like being so far away. Dont you have a duty to home too?
Elijah an Gideon are talking about enlisting if you can believe it. they wouldnt make it a day! The disrespectin this house is terrible. You were the only good one. This house really misses the womans touch were all a bunch of lost boys without you. Havent heard from your mother yet but i suspect shell be home soon.
Miss you honey.
Love,
Dad
Thoughts of home brought a small, content smile to the ensign's face. She could almost feel the hot air of a southern Earth summer kiss her cheeks.
Eden set the open PADD onto the desk and closed her eyes for a moment daydreaming of St. Augustine grass between her toes and the unmistakable perfume of camellias flooding the sterile air of the office. Yellowhammers drilled their little beaks into the trees and young blonde children giggled covered head to toe in dirt after running amok outside, laughing up a storm with dogs barking along as she had slipped easily into a peaceful sleep.
TAG: Anyone
[[OOC: I wanted to plant Eden somewhere and lay a record of her dealings before the time jump. It's open until then, of course.]]