Getting to Know a Scientist

Posted on Sat Feb 1st, 2020 @ 2:01am by Lieutenant Casper Thornhill & Lieutenant Nevada McKay

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Corridor
1292 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Casper moved through the corridors of the Elysium, he was on the hunt for something he just wasn't sure what it was yet. The corridors all looked the same and the reason for that was pretty simple, in the event that the Elysium was to be boarded it should throw the boarding party off if they don't know the layout of the ship. At times though this can also throw off cadets and new crew members that had just come aboard and were not used to Federation Corridors which doesn't make sense seeing as how all the corridors at the Academy mimic the doors on Vessels and Stations as well. Rounding one of the corners Casper struck something hard, bracing he caught himself from falling at the same time he reached out to catch who ever he had run into as well, "Whoa speedy I was," he stated to the person.

Nevada stumbled back as she was slammed into, her left arm shooting out to grip the bulkhead as she reacted to the impact catching herself. "Watch it," she spat angrily as she sized him, her eyes darting to his collar first to make sure he didn't out rank her. She stood back up and straightened her Summer Planetary uniform out, smoothing the folds the incident had created.

"Sorry Lieutenant McKay," Mark replied releasing her once when he knew that she had steadied herself, stepping back, "I wasn't really watching where I was going."

She stiffened up as he said her name, her eyes boring into his. "Have we..met?" she asked casually. "you seem to have me at a loss."

"No, but I have read your file Lieutenant. Your gene research is an interesting idea. It's a shame that someone in my department took it out of context," Mark replied.

"I hope you haven't read to far into my file," she said bluntly as she folded arms. "Genetic research is still outlawed, So by proxy Is my super coffee."

"I know a lot having read your file," he frowned a bit, "Personally I think that my Service did an injustice to you." he was playing it nice with her as he figured there was going to be one day where he was going to need her services on certain types of missions and to have this bright woman on his side rather than a enemy was preferable.

Nevada folded her arms and shifted her weight to the right. "Whats your game," She asked as a coy smile crossed her face.

"No game at all Lieutenant. I looked into the research that you were doing and it has merit," he softly grinned back at her. While he had only really skimmed the top of it, it was way to technical for him to understand. He just wanted her on his side, "Its a shame that the Intelligence community didn't think of it that way and you had to sit out of the War."

Nevada frowned. "Uh...I wasn't incarcerated for the coffee," she said as the frown vanished from her face. "I was incarcerated because I created a formula for a recreational drug for vulcans."

"They could use some fun don't you think," he said and winked at her teasing, "I am Lieutenant Mark Thornhill," he held his hand out to shake.

"That they could," She hummed and took his hand into her own. "You already know who I am," she added with a sly smirk.

"That is true," he replied releasing her hand, "I have an issue Lieutenant. I am lost. I was looking for a turbo lift and got turned around."

She hummed softly and nodded down the corridor he'd been walking down before impact. "Back that way on the left, And if you get lost again You can always just ask the Computer to get you a Line," she added.

"The Computer has better things to do then let me know where a Turbo lift is," Casper laughed at himself softly, "Interesting Tattoos you have... Do they hold any significant meaning or are they just art work?"

"A little of column A and B," Nevada said quietly. "My Right arm's a sorta dedication to the Myth of the Kitsune, the Left is a dedication to pissing off Uniform enforcers everywhere."

"Your a little shit devil aren't you Lieutenant," Casper replied with a raised eyebrow. This Officer was someone that he was going to have to keep an eye on, she seemed like she could be reckless at times. It was a small wonder that she was able to get out of the Federation Rehabilitation Centre at all, he would have to do a little more digging rather than the skim that he had done to see how and why she got out.

"Only with officers I don't like," she shrugged. "Besides, No one ever Said Tattoo's weren't permitted in Star Fleet." she added with a bemused smirk her eyes slowly studying for emotional cues.

"I am sure that there are some that would disagree with you but you would only have to look to the Corps and see differently," Casper replied with a chuckle. For all his time in he did not get a tattoo. He had wanted to get one but he just couldn't find any that he really liked or it have meaning to him. There were plenty of guys and gals who got unit names or saying on them, some even went as far as putting the Battles or Operations they were in but that wasn't Casper. Coming back to the Lieutenant he smiled. She was one you wanted on your side and did not want to cross. She could be a real asset if it ever came down to it he could endeavor to stay in her good grace in case he ever needed something.

"Never been with the Jar Heads," she laughed and shook her head. "I Had the Right arms Ink Long before I joined the academy too, so its kinda grandfathered in."

Jar Head... the two words that strike cords with him. The Word Jar Head had been used to describe Marines back in World War II while most Marines took the slogan as a badge of Pride, but with Casper it annoyed him to no end. To him he wasn't a Jarhead he was a Federation Marine. While the United States Marines were originally called Jarheads the word seemed to have moved over to the Federation Marines as well. He decided to let the comment slide, "You could fit right in if you had," he replied with a smile.

"Eh..." she shrugged and smirked. "I Fixed up enough Marines during the War to know that they're a bit..." she frowned for a moment and shook her head. "Well...They Didn't take Kindly to me shall we say," she sighed as she tried to think up an excuse to avoid talking further about the war. "Still I suppose Its all for the better, I finally Have a Research posting here."

"As long as we keep you on the straight and narrow," Caspers eyes narrowed a bit but then he smiled, "Well Lieutenant it's been grand but I have got to get back to the CDID. But we should have coffee some time."

"I'm on Beta Shift," she smiled softly. "Just let me know when you're free," she said as she turned to walk back down the corridor.

"I know where to find you," Casper called out, looking up the corridor she just went and the other three corridors he turned and trying to figure out the way he had just come. Shrugging he proceeded straight and it was long before he found a life to take him where he needed to go.