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  1. J'Sira watched the display on her engineering tricorder light up. Several different alarms beeped rapidly, vying for her attention as she watched various displays creep at a steady pace to the ride line, and then past. The other engineers looked to her, masks of concern very obvious on their faces at the growing stress on the Main Deflector, which J'Sira had re-purposed for something it was never intended to do. J'Sira just looked up from her tricorder at them, her face the picture of calm serenity. "It's fine. Starfleet over-engineers things and is very conservative with their placement of red lines. They can generally be pushed by at least 15% without any real risk, if need be." she explained to the enlisted engineers who did not seem to have quite her faith at the moment. Her modification was 'unorthodox' to say the least, and flew in the face of every engineering course taught at Starfleet Academy. She considered that had she not heard about what had happened to the crew of the Destiny involving susbspace harmonics, it would have been unlikely for her to have never considered this approach. But as it was, she did and right now the Destiny was managing to sustain speeds greater than Warp 9.6, even though its warp nacelles where only sustaining a warp bubble equivalent to Warp 9.6 by, putting it simply, 'softening' space in front of the ship, allowing it to be warped more easily, or as Cutter might analogize with one of his ground vehicles, she couldn't improve the engine or the fuel mix, so she paved the road instead. Suddenly, after several minutes of constant alarms and alerts, she could feel the ship shudder as it slipped back into normal space. Her eyes widened just the faintest bit at the feeling, something that only those who knew her well was likely to pick up on. She had not expected the transition to be quite so noticeable, which prompted her to wonder what else she had miscalculated... She set to work with other engineers to correct her modifications before returning to Main Engineering. She walked up to the engineering display table and scanned it for the data on the status of the warp drive as well as incidentally bringing up the recent telemetry data. J'Sira froze in place. As the usual activity of Main Engineering went on around her, J'Sira stood staring at the display in a mixture of shock and disbelief. Her modifications had far exceeded her expectations. After a moment she collected herself and tapped her commbadge. "J'Sira to engineering personnel: At the Captain's request we made temporary modifications to expedite our trip, even past Emergency speed. We did so. The data is still being processed, but the initial findings are that the Destiny sustained a speed in excess of Warp Factor 9.997 for several minutes, which I believe is a Starfleet record. We just put the Destiny in the record books people. This is quite an accomplishment and you should all be proud of yourselves, the finest engine room in Starfleet." she said as she began to clap, and action wish was gradually followed by others in Engineering as they heard it and smiled. It was no small feat to break the Warp record, much less by such a margin. This would certainly bring attention and renown to the Destiny, and to her Chief Engineer. Immediately J'Sira secured all data related to her modifications and the impromptu 'test' and then set about writing a proposal for a propulsion pod to all the construction and testing of purpose-built equipment to carry our further testing and refinement of her modifications when the call to report to the shuttle bay came in. Her proposal, evaluation of the data and further simulations would have to wait. With her tricorder and type 2 phaser on her hip and her toolkit in hand she made her way to the shuttle bay, going over her calculation the entire time, trying to figure out where she has been so off.
  2. "Understood Captain. Standby." J'Sira replied. This was it. Her first real test as Chief Engineer. The Captain was counting on her to get them to the Crater ahead of the Maraval to help keep the stasis-bound crew out of harms way. The Captain's devotion to her crew was commendable, and J'Sira hoped that she and her newly transferred fellow officers would earn that same devotion. She looked down at the engineering display on the table before her as her mind began to attack the problem. Her Vulcan intellect, honed by the training at the Vulcan Science Academy and the intensive Engineering program of Starfleet Academy, then further refined by years of practical experience in the Starfleet, considered the myriad of possibilities and what parameters she could viably adjust. There was not time to attempt to further refine the equation for the ships warp field, and the warp nacelles were already top of the line, so any possible modifications would take far more time than they had. Overcharging the warp core was possible, but far too risky in her estimation since she was still familiarizing herself with it. So many of the parameters were functionally immutable given the short time frame she had. So where did she have wriggle room? Then it occurred to her. If she could not refine or strengthen the warp field, by various means, to make it better able to warp space in the short time allotted, then maybe she could make space itself easier to warp! Her hands gliding over the engineering diagram in a near blur, checking systems and running simulations to check her theory. A few other engineers watched in a mixture of surprise and confusion as they could see what she was considering. It was not something they would have even considered, and went in the face of standard Starfleet engineering practices, but one thing J'Sira's mother had taught her was to 'think out of the box' as many would say, though she always phrased it to J'Sira in the common Klingon engineering manta, "Make it work" J'Sira looked up from the table to the handful of enlisted engineers watching her, seeing that they at least understood what she was planning. She flashed a smile and grabbed her engineering kit. "You three are with me. Let's see if we can pave the way for the ship a bit." she directed, moving to a Jefferies tube access hatch as she tapped her commbadge. A few seconds after asking the Captain to standby, J'Sira's voice could be heard on the bridge again. "Engineering to Bridge: Captain, I believe with a slight modification to the main deflector we should be able to project a subspace variance out in front of the ship, thereby making space itself more 'malleable' and easier to warp. It won't be very power efficient, as it will require routing auxiliary power through the main deflector, and we will not be able to maintain it for long, but it should boost warp efficiency by approximately 35%, giving us an effective warp of approximately 9.84 for the hour.. You'll have your twenty minutes, Captain." she explained as she entered the Jefferies tube and headed to the main defector array with haste, followed by the other engineers. " J'sira, that is genius, get on it straightaway." Captain Raymer replied. "Thank you, Captain. The modifications should take just a few minutes. I'll notify when they are complete." J'Sira acknowledge as she and the others engineers sat down their toolkits, popped them open and got to work.
  3. J'Sira raises an eyebrow at the Doctor's final comment as a half smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. The Doctor was growing on her, and the officers were united. At least most of them were. Anjala could feel a combination of confusion and even amusement from J'Sira as Jensen spoke, which was made a bit more clear when she spoke as the officers walked to the turbolift. "It is also the duty of higher ranking officers to oversee and share their knowledge and experience with lower ranking officers." J'Sira stated simply, looking to Jensen as she focused what seemed to be her full attention on him for a moment. "The fact that your continued actions demonstrate a lack of of belief that your fellow officers, who have been serving in Starfleet for years, have glowing conduct reports, have been swiftly promoted due to the execution of their dutiesand have proven themselves as officers time and again, know how to conduct themselves as officers is quite illogical, and certainly not a ideal way to build cohesion among your fellow officers." she explained. "Though if you persist, it may yet, just in a way that it is unlikely you intend." she mused. "Even with the antimatter transfer halted, we still have enough on board for 28.43 months of standard operation, so there are no issues from Engineering. We are ready to be underway at the Captain's discretion." she reported to Lt. Batim as most of the officers got in the turbo lift to head up to Sickbay or the Bridge, while J'Sira would wait a few seconds for next to head down to Engineering. "I will be in Engineering." she added, as the turbolift doors hissed closed and it sped off.
  4. Earlier... "Just doing my job, ma'am." Petty Officer Harkness said as he shook J'Sira's offered hand. The act on his part seemed genuine, lacking the common stiffness of obligation, which pleased J'Sira. He seemed surprised by her 'eight chambered heart' comment for a moment, glancing at her forehead and the cranial ridges there for just a moment. J'Sira's musing about her heart was a little esoteric, and would likely be lost on many not familiar with the physiology of other species, but she felt that he seemed to understand, even if he was caught a little off guard by it. "Ma'am." he said simply with a nod after being dismissed, and returned to his duties. J'Sira took the notification of the dinner party in stride. She felt she still had a great deal to do, from reviewing personnel files to inspecting several systems and familiarizing herself with Engineering and the ship in general, but she was well aware that mandatory social functions came with the territory for department heads. She was not adverse to parties, and actually rather enjoyed socializing. She had always mused that it was her outgoing and boisterous Klingon side that enjoyed peeking out a little past her Vulcan reserve, but for whatever reason, she had come to enjoy social gatherings during her time in Starfleet Academy, surprising many of her classmates at how personable she could actually be when she 'let her hair down', to use the idiom. Though this dinner party did not call for the formality of dress uniforms, she had no reservations that it was indeed formal. The station commander, Captain Zhao, would likely wish to familiarize himself with the new senior staff of the Destiny, and would likely be using the dinner party as a smokescreen to size them up for himself. That thought caused a momentary flash or irritation on J'Sira, which she nearly instantly wrangled and suppressed, pushing it from her mind. It was logical for Captain Zhao to get to know and evaluate the senior staff of the ships operating in the area. If Starfleet Command had deemed them up to the task and transferred them here to join the crew of the Destiny, and Captain Raymer had seen fit to accept the transfers and appoint them to their various positions, then that should be good enough for anybody. Besides, the senior staff of the Destiny getting to know the station senior staff and establish relationships would them could also yield benefits in the future. During the dinner, J'Sira was calm and reserved, and avoided giving in-depth analysis of certain topics, as she well understood how dry it could sometimes come off as to non-Vulcans. This was a friendly social affair, a meet and greet, essentially, so she kept her conversation equally light. When the deserts and brandy was passed out, J'Sira regarded the liquid in her glass. "Is something the matter with your drink?" Dr. Sepguta asked her, just making a bit of small talk. "I was simply considering that being the Captain of the station, and given the situation, the reasonably high probability that it is actual brandy." she explained. "Well, if it is, just remember that drinking kills brain cells." the Doctor joked playfully. "It does, though as my mother would say, 'only the weak ones." J'Sira replied, flashing a momentary grin. before taking a drink, only to be somewhat disappointed at its synthetic nature, which made her brow furrow and frown momentarily. J'Sira looked up at the toasts and raised her glass, taking a sip this time, though as Zhao continued to speak, one eyebrow perked for a few moments and then lowered, her eyes narrowing just slightly for a moment at the suggestion that their transfers and appoints where mistakes. Anjala could, could feel a hot flash of irritation from J'Sira at Captain Zhao's comments about 'correcting mistakes', which though she controlled and did not outwardly show much, she could not entirely suppress, so she did not pay it much mind when Captain Zhao was pulled away for a moment and finally had to depart. Running a station such as Asgard, while still overseeing its construction, could certainly make untimely demands on one's attention. When Captain Raymer pushed away from the table and stood after Anjala had said something to her softly, and then directed her to get the Destiny ready to depart, certainly got J'Sira's attention, especially Raymer's comment about the Maraval and how she would be damned if he is going to put them in harms way. Curious. When Lt. Batim gave them their orders, J'Sira sat down the glass, and proceeded out with the others. "I find it disingenuous to toast the Destiny and her crew in one breath, and then speak of correcting the alleged 'mistake' of our transfers and appoints the next." J'Sira commented to Lt. Batim and the Doctor once they were heading down the corridors, her usual calm, passive tone having more than a hint of irritation to it. "We shall just have to enlighten Captain Zhao to logic of Starfleet Commands's, and our Captain's decision." she stated, setting her resolve before tapping her combage to contact Engineering on the Destiny, instructing them to prepare to be underway with all due haste.
  5. "I value the experience and opinion of all of my officers. If you feel the matter is settled, then that is good enough for me." J'Sira said with a nod. "Additionally, then purpose of the diagnostics is to ensure the safety and functionality of the ship under my watch, and was not meant as any sort of critique of the engineering staff or their abilities. With the reduced crew after the Baldur 4 incident, and with the immediate focus thereafter being on the preservation of life and construction of the stasis pods, as well as getting back to Asgard Station, I found it improbable that all of the appropriate diagnostics had been run. But, if your and the other chief's judgement is that the Destiny is 'Shipshape and Bristol fashion', then once again, that is good enough for me. I am not only further impressed, but I will also check with the XO about the possibility of shore leave on the station." J'Sira walked over to Petty Officer Harkness and offered him a handshake. "And finally, I would like to say thank you. I appreciate what you did and it only further cements my opinion that I am serving with some of the finest Starfleet has to offer." she said sincerely. "I may look mostly Vulcan, but I do have a heart." she said with a small, warm smile and them mused, "an eight chambered one, in fact." "If there is nothing else, then you are dismissed." "Oh, and in the future, Ma'am or Sir is fine." she added.
  6. J'Sira dropped her bag off at her quarters on Deck 4 and quickly found Main Engineering on Deck 11, where she paused at the threshold and took it all in. Main engineering on the Destiny was massive, much larger than that of the older, Ambassador-class USS Exeter that she had been stationed on, and this was state of the art, being one of the newest designs of ships. She walked in and let her hand glide along the engineering display table, almost as if she were not sure she were in a dream or not. J'Sira's entry did not go unnoticed though, her height and new face drawing some attention from the personnel on duty, prompting J'Sira tap her combadge. "Lieutenant J'Sira to all on-duty Engineering personnel." she said, pausing a moment, allowing the ship time to work and make all the communication connections. "Good afternoon. I am Lieutenant J'Sira. and am honored to say that I have the privilege of serving as your new Chief Engineer. I would like to say that given the unforeseen tragedy that befell this ship, and with the temporary personnel shortages you had to deal with, you all have handled the situation and conducted yourselves in line with the highest standards of Starfleet personnel, and together we will continue that tradition of resolve and professionalism you have all set forth as we will strive to make this the finest engine room in the fleet. Thank you." she said to her department (and over the course of the day, J'Sira would repeat her introduction and address to each shift in Engineering as they came on duty.) Once she had finished, J'Sira tapped her badge again. "Lieutenant J'Sira to all Engineering department Ensigns and on-duty Chiefs. Please report to main Main Engineering." she ordered, passing the time by looking through their personnel files to familiarize herself with their names and faces. As each one arrived, J'Sira greeted them and once assembled she got down to business, just in time for Jensen and V'Lar to walk in on the small, impromptu meeting. Noting their arrival, J'Sira held up a single finger as she looked at them in the common, 'just a moment' gesture, causing Jensen to silently curse at having been caught by the Lieutenant as she addressed the chiefs. "You are my Chiefs. You know this ship and its systems better than anybody else and I will be relying on you while I bring myself up to speed on it. If any you ever have any questions, concerns or suggestions, you are always free to approach me. I will always appreciate and value your experience and input." she said, addressing them as a group, looking from one to the next, making eye contact before moving on. "Now, on to more technical business. It is my understanding that the gravity waves caused by the three suns during the Baldur 4 incident created a subspace harmonic that affected the planet. Since this ship was in orbit at the time, that subspace harmonic could have had a negative impact on our systems, especially the alignment of the warp core, warp nacelles, and main deflector. Considering the amount of time we will be spending in nebulae, those systems need to be at optimal performance. So we will take advantage of the time we have while docked to perform a full diagnostic on all vital systems, prioritizing those three. If time does not permit, then we will perform lower level diagnostics on the other systems once we are underway." J'Sira explained as she handed out system assignments to the Chiefs. "I know this is a lot of work in a relatively short time, but the Captain and crew of this ship are relying on us for the safety and safe operation of this ship and we will not let her, or them, down." she explained, her tone initially sympathetic, but shifting to one of resolve. "I will begin the diagnostic on the warm core, You all have your assignments. I would like updates every two hours." she said, dismissing them. J'Sira then collected her toolkit and approached Jensen and V'Lar. "Can I help you?" she asked. "We, uh, were just wanting to see what she had 'under the hood', so to speak, Lieutenant." Jensen replied. J'Sira raised an eyebrow slightly at the used of the old Earth colloquialism, once which she was familiar with from her time in the Engineering program at Starfleet Academy. She turned and gestured toward the warp core, taking several steps to lead the pair of Ensigns into the room. "The the warp core is the standards matter/anti-matter reaction assembly utilizing deuterium and anti-deuterium reacting in a dilithium crystal matrix which is capable of generating in excess of 12.75 billion gigawatts, which when combined with the Brahms Mk 2 nacelles, is capable of generating over 1,500 Cochranes, allowing for a cruising speed of Warp 6 with a maximum sustainable speed of Warp 9.2, while in emergency situations the nacelles are capable of achieving Warp 9.6 for up to 12 hours. For sub-warp propulsion, the ship is outfitted with dual, standard magnetohydrodynamic gas-fusion thrusters in a quad configuration, with each thruster quad capable of producing 5.5 million newtons of exhaust, thereby allowing the ship to achieve sub-light speed of 0.5c. And like the Ambassador, Galaxy and Nebula classes before it, the New Orleans class utilizes a Space-Time Driver Coil to operate effectively at Impulse. The Driver Coil produces a non-propulsive symmetrical subspace field powered by the exhaust plasma from the Impulse Engines. The field helps the ship to accelerate, decelerate, and maneuver by effectively lowering it's apparent mass." she explained as she let the Ensigns soak it all in. "At the moment, though we are in the process of several major diagnostics so random crew wandering through Engineering is neither advisable nor desirable." she said as she paused in consideration. "If you wish to remain here," J'Sira said as she looked Jensen over, "...and are apparently so efficient that you have already met and familiarized yourself with the staff in your department that you have time to come down here just to 'look around'," she added, "...then you can assist me in checking the alignment on the matter/anti-matter injectors on the warp core." she said as she pointed to a panel. "The tricorders are in there." J'Sira waited, figuring that she would receive one of three likely responses, all of which would tell her some about their character. Jensen and V'Lar might feel cornered and grudgingly help, likely in a passive aggressive manner so common to emotional beings, at least on Jensen's part. Alternately, they might happily and willingly help, which though most desirable, J'Sira considered the least likely. Finally, and most likely in her calculation, they would suddenly remember they had something else that demanded their attention. Either way, it would be interesting to see how they responded.
  7. J'Sira sat and listened to the Captain, her exterior utterly passive and serene Captain Raymer set about appointing the gathered officers to their new position. She was a little surprised by some (though anybody would be hard pressed to tell it), failing to see the logic in some of the appointments, but also acknowledging that she did not have the benefit of reviewing each of their personnel files like the Captain had done. Still, though she anticipated her appointment as soon as she deduced that they were to be the new senior staff, she found herself somewhat surprised to hear it, for some reason she was not quite sure of. For a moment, J'Sira stopped evaluating the appointments as she had been doing and considered her new situation. She was now a Chief Engineer aboard a starship, and not some aging Miranda or Oberth-class, but a top of the line ship, a New Orleans-class... The USS Destiny. It was nearly a dream come true, as there were only a handful of other ships that she would possibly consider a superior posting to this one. And to achieve such a position at the rank of Lieutenant? Well, that only spoke to her exemplary skill, personnel reviews and service record. Her parents, especially her mother, would be most proud of her. Not only that, but their mission would the most fundamental and prized mission in Starfleet; Exploration and First Contact. They would be pushing the limits of explored space, extending the map and filling it in. If the star system that the Captain had described was any indication, then who knew what strange new world, intriguing and breathtaking phenomena and new species and cultures lay before them. This was Starfleet purpose and the reason why she joined. J'Sira permitted herself a faint smile. "Only one, Sir. When do you wish to be underway?" she asked to gauge how much time she had to inspect and familiarize herself with the vital systems of the ship, especially propulsion, and her enlisted engineering staff.
  8. J'Sira listened closely, a bit interested by not only the unusual planet the Captain described, but also the spores and their unique mutation. Crippling the so many in one go was simultaneously disheartening and intriguing. "Understood, Captain." J'Sira said with a nod. "Am I correct in assuming that you have summoned the nine of us because we will comprise the new senior staff of the ship, and will be receiving our formal appointments presently?" she asked, seeking formal clarification.
  9. J'Sira listened ti Lt. Prescott and looked at her PADD, nothing the lack of a blinking alphanumeric. Then came Anjala's question, which caused her to shake her head. "I do not believe it to be broken. More likely a clerical error, if it is not intentional. I am sure Lt. Prescott can sort it out for us." she explained. As she prepared to approach Lt. Prescott as the Master Chief came in and spoke with her. When the he addressed the hall, J'Sira paused and listened. "It would appear that there was no error." she said to Anjala while still keeping her eyes on the Chief. "Shall we?" she asked Anajala, nodding toward Chief Cutter. J'Sira reached down and collected her toolkit that she had set beside her while reading her orders and then processed toward the Chief. "Lieutenant J'Sira reporting as directed." she said simply.
  10. J'Sira raised an eyebrow as she looked about the hall, considering the situation. The Destiny was not a newly constructed ship and therefore must have had a crew for some time. It was no unusual for existing crew to be reassigned and new crew assigned, but normally it was no more than one or two dozen personnel, sometime no more than a half dozen. This though... this would be a significant portion of her crew. "Most unusual." she said as she considered possible scenarios that could result in this situation. "What's that?" Lt. Batim asked, looking up from her own orders. "It would appear that we are being assigned to the Destiny. All of us by the look of things." she said, nodding the room which was beginning to fill with chatter about orders and lots of people looking up from their orders to look at the window at the Destiny. "Station personnel aside, I count approximately 70 in this room, that would constitute approximately 38.9% of the crew for a ship of her size. Not an insignificant sum, and certainly far more than I am aware of being assigned at once outside of a shakedown cruise. So it begs the question; what happened to her crew? The ship does not appear to be damaged, so losses due to an engagement is unlikely." she explained, looking around the hall at the newly assigned crew. "Additionally, for having such a large number of new personnel assigned, there appears to be few officers here, consisting of only us three Lieutenants and the dozen newly graduated ensigns. The approximately 55 others here are all enlisted... crewmen and specialists. And further, there is a distinct lack of senior officers as well. Not a single officer above Lieutenant among us." she added, double checking the room to verify. "This is all highly unusual." she said with almost a hint of confusion, or was it irritation, in her voice.
  11. Okay. Here is the title card I have been working on. STAR TREK DESTINY TITLE CARD OPTIONS Also, Roma's compy was telling her that the links to the 2 versions of the theme above were dead, so I uploaded them to my drive if anybody else has the same issue. STAR TREK DESTINY THEME (Alternate Links) Star Trek Destiny - Glorious Adventure (Intro 1, No Choir).mp3 Star Trek Destiny- Glorious Adventure (Intro 2, No Choir).mp3 Any preferences for title color and theme ? Personally, I like the title card options in order from bottom to top, though I do like them all, and I like the Version 2 of the theme slightly more
  12. After exchanging farewells, J'Sira exited the lounge and, after a short turbolift ride, returned to her quarters. The doors hissed pen and there was a noticeable temperature difference at the threshold as she stepped through, her quarters being a good ten to fifteen degrees Celsius warmer than the general 'room temperature' of the ship to more closely simulate the climate of Vulcan. Stepping in she found the embrace of warmth comforting, bringing a small, relaxed smile to her lips. She looked about her temporary quarters, which were virtually identical to how they were when she arrived. Being temporary lodgings, J'Sira had not bothered to unpack to any particular degree, leaving virtually everything, aside from her uniforms, in her pack. She collected her uniforms, folded all but one of them neatly and packed them before making a circuit of the room to ensure that, in the extreme unlikelihood that she had forgotten something,it would be found now. "Computer." she said, causing it it to chime, "Reset climate conditions to default settings." she instructed, to which the computer chimed in acknowledgement of the received command. Aside from her uniforms, her pack contained a few personal items from home, such as a carved incense burner and a few figurines, her broken in cestuses for practicing qEl'qrA, a few isolinear chips with some patterns of her mother's cooking, a few non-standard items, holodeck programs and her personal files, a few PADDS, a neatly rolled Ha'quj, her Vulcan robes, a vintage hardback copy of "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" and a few other odds and ends. Returning to the middle of the room, J'Sira knelt down and closed her eyes, quieting her mind and calming her heart for a brief medication. She wished to be refreshed and ready to carry out her new orders with alacrity and efficiency. For a moment her mind drifted to the game she had just played, the new people she had met and the catching up with Lt. Batim, an old friend from her Academy days. Having left behind the Exeter, it was good to see a familiar face, something that she appreciated more than she had anticipated. She was not sure where she and the others would end up, but should they be stationed together, then she decided that she would do her best to ensure that Anjala could participate in any further games and not feel singled out. Finally opening her eyes again, J'Sira spoke, "Computer." she said, causing it it to chime, "Estimate time until docking with Asgard station." she asked. The computer chimed and replied in the characteristically calm tone, "At current course and speed, estimated docking with Asgard Station in seventeen minutes, thirty-five seconds." J'sira nodded, rose and approached the uniform she had left out, addressing the computer once again, "Computer. Reset climate conditions to default settings." she instructed, to which the computer chimed in acknowledgement. After changing into it and packing the uniform she had just taken off, J'Sira shouldered her pack and picked up her toolkit, her mother's very own which she had given J'Sira when she left Starfleet Academy, and stood by the door where she looked in the mirror for a moment, ensuring her uniform and appearance were impeccable before she exited the room for her disembarkation station and whatever her new orders might bring.
  13. "It seems we have arrived." J'Sira commented, mostly to herself as she walked toward the window and observed the station under construction, calculating how close to completion it seemed to be.to the best of her ability as a mental exercise. After a few moments she then turned back to the others. "If our new orders result in us being stationed together, then I shall see you soon." she said with a faint smile. "Alternatively, if at Asgard Station we end up going our separate ways due to our new orders, then it is been enjoyable meeting you and I have enjoyed our game." she said with a nod as she raised her right hand with the palm forward and the thumb extended, while parting the fingers between the middle and ring finger in the traditional 'Vulcan salute'. "May you live long and prosper." she said, bidding farewell.
  14. "The simple act of throwing a dart does not constitute the beginning of a game when no game was agreed upon or even suggested, Doctor." J'Sira corrected Lt. Sepguta. "The act of 'warming up', or engaging in the basic physical activity required for an athletic endeavor in order to be better prepared when the game actually begins would describe what we are currently doing much more accurately, as no specific game has been decided upon as of yet." she further explained as she accepted the darts from the Doctor. "Additionally, the constant changing of games would be highly inefficient if we were to switch to entirely different games rather than stay under the umbrella of one broad game, such as darts, of which I am aware of one hundred and twenty-three different dart games, sixty-seven of which the three of us could properly play, resulting in more time spent preparing for each game than actually participating, so the suggestion of 'winner picks next game' would result in a significant waste of time and would be ill-advised. And though 'silence is consent' is a valid legal stance is several cultures, such as that of Narrindra Three, it is not an accepted legal standard within Starfleet." she further explained as she held out a dart, point down, lining up the back with a point of the board, and then, keeping her upper arm parallel with the deck, threw the dart with a flick of the wrist. She repeated the motion several times, striking the 'One', the 'Twenty' and the inner ring of the 'Twenty' once each. She then turned to Anjala and nodded. "Understood. No need to apologize." she reassured Anjala before walking over to collect the darts from the board and pass them to another.
  15. J'Sira listened to the back and forth between the Doctor and the Betazoid, playing close attention to how Lt. Batim explained her telepathy from her perspective, noting it for future reference. At the mention of her cheating though, J'sira thought back to her exact word choice, evaluating it closely before reconsidering the Doctor's statements as well. "A very detailed analysis, and deeply thought?" she asked. "It would appear you have had little interaction with Vulcans, Doctor." she commented. "To be clear, I barely gave it thought, much less an detailed analysis. In fact, back on Vulcan, it would have been regarded as lazy and premature, and during my time at the Vulcan Science Academy I would have been reprimanded for such an incomplete analysis. But just was taught much about the Vulcan way by my mother, my mother also instilled in the importance of initiative and swift action." J'Sira explained as she collected her cup of vulcan mocha and brought it closer to where they would be playing. She then turned to Lt. Batim, addressing her, "I do not believe there was any suggestion that you would, much less would have to, cheat a cards. I was simply discussing the fundamental 'fairness' of playing various games due to the specific innate capabilities of your species. Cheating requires choice and intent, and is not something I would suggest of another Starfleet officer lightly. If you feel that I suggested that you might cheat, then please accept my apologizes and ensure you that it was not my intent. I would further ask that you please elaborate as to how I did so, in order for me to be sure to not make the implication in the future." she said to Lt. Batim, who could easily sense her honest concern at possibly offending her, as well as wishing to set an example of proper conduct for the young ensigns. "As for games, might I suggest an Earth game known as Cricket, the object of which is to strike each number from fifteen through twenty, in order, and the bullseye, three times each. The larger, tapering areas of each number counting as one strike of the number, while the small area contained in the rings count as two strikes. In addition, the ring directly encircling the bullseye counts as a single strike and the center of the bullseye counts a double. The game allows for any number of individual players, as well as teams, if required." she suggested.
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