On The Way

Posted on 03 Jan 2013 @ 1:53pm by Ensign Jessica Wilson M.D.

985 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: Deck 4, USS Galileo
Timeline: MD13, 1000hrs

ON:

Jessica, having just finished with the Chief Medical Officer was now on her way to report into the executive officer. She had reported in to her immediate superior and given her intern nature her supervisor for the next year, but now she had to report in to the officer who was responsible for discipline and all officers on the shop, and that individual was the executive officer. She had looked over the crew manifest on her way here so she knew who she was looking for, a Commander by the name of Jonathan Holliday. She had to admit that sometimes Starfleet surprised her, after all there were ships far larger than this that only had a Commander in command and in rare cases an executive officer whow as a Lieutenant, whilst here on perhaps the smallest ship class in service they had a Captain in command and a full commander as executive officer. Sometimes she thought that she would never understand how Starfleet worked, whilst the other part of her replied quite forcefully that she didn't want to know exactly who the bureaucracy worked, as it would probably be either mind-numbingly complicated, or not actually work at all and just appear like it did.

Her mind was so detached that she didn't notice the officer in front of her until she had literally walked into him. She looked up quickly and saw that it was a male Vulcan, immediately after she noted the additional blacked out pip that marked the man as a Lieutenant JG, and her recent time in the Academy took over as she straightened her back.

"I'm so sorry, Sir," She said apologetically. "I was thinking..."

The Vulcan looked up from his PADD. (Any compact simple gauge group G, a non-trivial quantum Yang-Mills theory exists on R4 and has a mass gap > 0. Existence includes establishing axiomatic properties at least as strong as those cited in [45, 35] Hostilities recently ended with Rigelian Southern Hemisphere - Councilor Vro on news feed seven-- that was not meant to be in his math section. He tapped it and moved it to another folder.)

He continued out something in the notepad area on the side and only barely avoided completing the distance to fully barreling her over. He stilled just beforehand and glanced down at her blankly, before returning to his PADD, which he remained focused on for several more minutes before finally settling his attention on the young ensign, as if waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, he tilted his head. "Thinking?" he asked, unsure why she'd announce that at random, but if her thoughts were something she wanted to share, that was her prerogative.

"I was a million miles away sir, that's what I meant," Jessica replied hurriedly, forgetting that she was dealing with a Vulcan. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Sir."

Having embarrassed herself quite enough for that little encounter she made to carry on along the corridor.

"I hardly believe two point eight seven feet constitutes one million miles," Liyar disagreed tonelessly. Was she a science officer, or a doctor? He contemplated that for a while before returning to his problem, tapping out several sequences of numerical jargon. "A is the vector potential," he determined to himself with a sage nod. "Terrans have such unusual methods of writing sequence," he announced to himself. "G... coupling constant," he determined with a nod.

"Yes we do," Jessica agreed. "I always hated maths at school."

Liyar looked up at that, a genuinely puzzled look on his face. Well, puzzled for a Vulcan. "Why?" he asked, confused as to why anyone would hate any institution of learning. Though he himself knew he disliked several subjects in his own schooling, that had been due to his instructors, not the subjects themselves.

"Because I could never do it," Jessica replied. "I could never get my head around it."

"Get your head around it?" Liyar was sufficiently distracted from the covariant sequence on his PADD and glanced toward her again. He attempted to invision anyone wrapping their head (something rather impossible) around anything, let alone an intangible subject. It sounded very painful, at least. "It is my understanding that sciences and medical rely rather heavily on mathematics. You are poor in a subject necessary to your profession," he said, in characteristic rudeness, though he looked sincerely curious rather than accusatory.

"Oh, I can do them, just not easily," Jessica replied. "Besides for medicine it is a lot less essential than the sciences, or even tactical and navigation."

Liyar blinked. That answered that question. "You are a doctor," he deduced.

"Ensign Jessica Wilson," Jessica nodded, hesitantly offering a hand.

Liyar ignored the hand, but bowed his head slightly. "Liyar. Where is it that you are going?"

Jessica lowered her hand awkardly, feeling herself blushing for a reason she couldn't quite figure.

"To report to the Executive Officer," Jessica answered.

"Very well." Liyar looked down at his PADD and continued working on the problem in front of him. "An infinite-discrete bosonic energy-mass," he mused aloud to himself. Of course, these problems had been solved long before by Terran mathematicians, and Vulcans had transposed them with different names and orders, but the method they were written in was fascinating. It involved making his brain work in a very alien kind of way. He looked up. "You are still here," he observed absently.

"Uh, yes sir, I'll be on my way."

Liyar simply went back to his PADD. ("Today marks a new dawn of Rigelian civilization!" - More later on seven-eighty-six with Tenek thrash'Razhal! Cluttered, cluttered... that goes there...) "Yes, very well," he waved her away dismissively and continued walking.

OFF:

Lieutenant (JG) Liyar
Diplomatic Officer, VDF/SDD
USS Galileo

Ensign Jessica Wilson
Intern, SFM
USS Galileo

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