Comms and Command
Episode 3: Foxes and Henhouses
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: MD 0
Thyra was beamed on board the Defiant, duffel bag over her shoulder. She looked to the transporter chief. "Thank you, chief, are you having a good day?"
The transporter chief shook his head. "No, sir."
Thyra smiled and then continued, "So is the captain in her ready room?" The chief nodded in confirmation and she gave a friendly nod to the chief and just walked out of the transporter room in her usual secure happy pace. She nodded to all passing personnel, greeting them with a warm smile.
Walking the corridors of the ship she took her surroundings in to herself. This was her first time on a constitution class. As the doors to the bridge slid open she walked on and was a little silent. The constitution bridge, she had only seen it on pictures and specifications.
She took a moment to look around and then found the communication station. One of the communication officers was sitting there. She looked at his face. She didn't approach him. He seemed busy with his work. She walked to the doors of the ready room and pressed the chime. She waited patiently to be let in, eyeing over her shoulder once in a while to the bridge.
Captain Reynolds was prepping the reports to send to Starfleet Command on their most recent mission when the chime sounded. Looking up from her desk, she called out. She’d honesy forgetten who she should be expecting. “Come in.”
As the Androian woman entered, it clicked back into place for her. “Ah, Ensign Sh’shraaqir. Welcome aboard,” Charlotte said. Extending a hand. Once the woman took it, she gestured. “Please have a seat. Can I get you anything from the replicator?”
Thyra sat down on a chair. "Thank you, captain. Can I have a soda, if it isn't too much trouble?" She looked around the office. "You have a beautiful office, captain," She said as she gave a warm smile to the captain. "Is this your first command or did you command somewhere else before?" Thyra really loved talking and getting to know the people she worked with.
Charlotte came back to the table with a soda for the Andorran and a tea for herself. The room was quite decorated. In addition to the various images displayed, there was a long display along the exterior window. It had models of every ship she’d served aboard. The Mayflower-Class USS Bradbury, the Cardenas-Class USS Cairo, the Walker-Class USS Zheng He. And of course, Defiant herself.
“It’s actually my second,” Charlotte said tilting her head toward display wall. “The Walker class over there, the Zheng He, That was my first command. But I’ve been with Defiant a little while now.” She wasn’t used to being the one answering the questions, but it was a nice change of pace.
Thyra looked to the model. "She is a beauty. Class is great too." She smiled as she took the soda. "It's my first time on a constitution class. But I heard a lot about it." She took a sip from her soda. "I am looking forward to my assignment."
She turned a moment to the other models. She was eager to ask more questions, but she would give the captain a little space. She was trying her best not to take the lead in this conversation.
There was a series of more historical models on the shelf further down. The Phoenix warp test bed, the NX-01 Enterprise, the NX-326 Franklin in its pre-refit form, the NCC-718 USS Biddeford. A model of the HMS Defiance sailing ship was there as well.
The walls had a variety of images on them. One was a standard high definition image of a planetary nebula. Another, a dramatic motion photo of a neutron star, taken from the view of a ship approaching at warp speed. A landscape image depicted sunset behind an exotic, snowcapped mountain range, the colors changing slowly as the sun receded. There was not, however, a single picture of a person, family, friend, or otherwise. No faces to find.
Charlotte took a sip of her tea, appraising the young Andorian. "I feel like you have a question you want to ask," Charlotte said warmly. "Go ahead. This meeting is as much about you getting to know me as me getting to know you."
Thyra smiled as she turned back to captain, moving her antennae in her direction as to better hear her when she would answer. "You have such beautiful pictures, captain, are you interested in photography?" She asked getting the soda to her lips to take another sip. She did notice there was no pictures of people there. But she would get to the people question in a moment.
"Interested, yes. Talented, no," Charlotte said with a chuckle. "I'm interested in photographs. But those images were taken with some heavy computer assistance. I'm unfortunately not naturally skilled at photography. Art in general isn't my strong suit. What about you? Any artistic abilities you're bringing to the table?"
"I paint," she said enthusiastically. "But very abstract. I really want to throw out my passion and feelings on that canvas." She moved her arms frantically to show how she would express herself. She then shrugged. "Well, when I am done, everyone sees something completely different in it. I just see my passion in it." She laughed a bit. "I guess it's what everyone brings to the painting I guess."
"You know, you're not wrong," Charlotte said. The Ensign had a point. "Well, I think your quarters should be available now. So anything else you wanted to ask?"
"Come to think of it," Thyra said, "I did notice you don't have any pictures of loved ones displayed here. Isn't that something humans do a lot? Don't you have people you care about?" Thyra was really curious about this. Andorians were family people, and they cared a great deal about family. She imagined humans as well. She been to many offices and quarters of humans and they often liked to display the people they cared for the most.
Charlotte was a bit taken back by the question. It was observant, but forward too. "Uh..." She stumbled verbally. How do you answer that quickly? The honest answer was that she didn't really have many people. She had friends, but no recent photos. And as for family or loved ones... She felt her face blush slightly. 'Jeez. Pull yourself together, Charley.'
She cleared her throat. "Every family is different," she said keeping it short. "Plus, I only have so much wall space and these are some pretty great images."
"I agree, captain, they are pretty great," Thyra said. "I didn't mean to pry, as a family person myself I was just curious. It's just not what I expected." She looked to her drink. "Well, I have nothing else, captain, with your permission I would like to see my station before we disembark."
"You weren't prying. Unfortunately, my family just...doesn't inspire the same feelings of comfort that most do." Charlotte a said, keeping it brief. "But yes, certainly. Go get acquainted with your station."
As the Andorian rose and walked away, Charlotte added a final note. "And Ensign? Welcome aboard."