Joint Duty Log - CO & SciO - Commo Ivanova & Cmdr Coo

Posted on Thu Apr 28th, 2016 @ 9:27am by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Commander Rozen Coo PhD

1,638 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Resurgere

=*=Promenade, Cold Station Theta=*=

Commander Rozen Coo found himself sitting at a bar, of some establishment he couldn't bother to try to pronounce, at the fringes of space. Cold Station Theta was truly in the middle of nowhere, yet still only ankle deep as to what the Beta Quad had to offer a scientist, an explorer, anyone for that matter. Commander Coo found himself at this particular junction in space because he was collecting some data for research purposes. He had taken a position as an Executive Officer on a vessel but found himself longing to be posted back on a ship.

After the destruction of Starbase Zetari, 204-B, nearly 2 years ago, he found himself in the position of Director of Starfleet Science. He did good work, enjoyed his duties, but again found himself longing for a position shipboard. He moved from Director of Starfleet Science to the Executive Officer of the fleets flagship. Still, enjoying his duties, he missed the cutting edge of science. He had been doing personal research all the while since the destruction of Zetari, trying to chase the excitement of a new discovery where possible. But duties kept him busy with the administrative responsibilities expected of someone who was in the roles Coo had occupied. A few weeks ago Commander Rozen Coo decided to step down as Executive Officer and seek out a position as what he enjoyed most in his career, a Chief Science Officer.

But now he found himself at Cold Station Theta to collect some research for his studies, as well as possibly take up a spare research lab on the station that was vacant and looking for a Senior Science Officer to run it. He was not terribly impressed with the facility at hand, but he knew it would make do for the wealth of research to be done out here on the frontier. He found himself sitting in that quiet bar, pouring over his PaDD when he noticed a very pregnant woman sitting a few stools from him, frequently throwing a glance his way.

He tried his best to ignore her, until he couldn't focus on his PaDD and he decided to address the situation. "I am no doctor Miss, but I am not sure a tavern is the best selection for someone in your condition. However I have a feeling you did not come here for the whiskey?"

"Good thing I only come here to hunt down Science officers, then, isn't it?" Rochelle was quick to shoot back with her usual resonance of ice and power locked and tempered well within the notes of her voice. At first she hadn't been sure she'd had the right man - Archer had said he'd be arriving, staying, and likely visiting such establishments, but she hadn't quite been confident to pick his face out of the crowd. It had taken quite some time... Enough that she'd finally caved and implored her plucky Intel officer's assistance and even then the task had been soured by his riddle like response. In short... She'd been forced to become a bar fly, garnering questioning looks as patrons, and tenders alike, seemed both befuddled and concerned by the appearance of her burgeoning belly.

Carefully she slid from her seat, dropping from the stool with more the grace of a Booby-bird than the Phoenix who's name had been bestowed upon her by her crew. Pregnancy, especially late pregnancy, had done so very little for her agility however adorable she may have looked at all of five-foot-four in height and appearing to have swallowed a large yoga ball. "Commodore Rochelle Ivanova, commanding officer of the USS Vindicator." She introduced herself once she'd managed to waddle the appropriate distance between them. Her hand was held out in demand of a shake, hoping to distract the Commander from jumping to a salute being that they both were in civilian attire and the Admiral had strictly forbidden her from attending to any form of business until the child within her had been safely delivered.

"To your health Commodore," said Rozen raising his glass as the woman spoke. Had he been on duty, which he clearly wasn't, and had she been on duty, which she clearly wasn't, he would have found a ridged salute but today was not a day for those formalities. He listened to the woman speak then stood up to return the woman's shake of a hand. He appreciated the informal-ness of her seeking him out. After he returned her handshake he pulled out the stool next to his.

"Care to join me ma'am?" He said gesturing to the empty stool.

"You ask for a lot." Rochelle teased and set about placing herself atop the stool beside him. The bar tender eyed her warily as he came past, "Just a Shirley Temple." she ordered and he was quick to nod. The drink, benign as it was with lemon-lime soda touched by grenadine and topped with a cherry, would be enough to hold up appearances. Admiral Red had eyes everywhere and, related by blood or not, could be fearsome should she feel provoked or disobeyed. "Tell me, Commander Coo, what is it that brings you out to the black?"

"A lot of things. On the top of the list? Honestly? Science," replied Coo taking his seat. He didn't bother asking how she knew who he was. People always had an odd sense of knowing of him, before he knew them. But that was the joy of being a mover and a shaker in this day and age. "I've moved around. Done a lot of things at various levels, but the one thing I miss, being a damn good scientist. Granted, I make a damn good administrator, but I always prefer real groundbreaking science. Out to the black is where there are still grand discoveries to be made, ma'am."

She nodded in perfect understanding of where the Commander was coming from, often feeling the drive to take up the tactical controls herself. It had been years since she'd been allowed to dabble in that capacity, instead groomed and guarded as a command officer... A show pony. "I can appreciate that," the spirited redhead smiled, "and yes... The big discoveries are yet to be made out there," her hand gestured towards where she perceived was open space, "but you'll need to be on a ship to make that brand of magic happen, and that's where I come in." The cherry perched atop her drink was quickly plucked, de-stemmed, and popped into her mouth in a manner ever so nonchalant. In her head rolled the countdown, ticking away the seconds until the Commander's interest was piqued enough to ask her to elaborate and define what it was she was talking about.

"With all due respect ma'am, if memory serves, and the news through the figurative grapevine is true you do not have a ship to offer," he said with a cunning smile. "But if you are the Commodore they speak of, I am sure there is a NCC-78213-F in the works?" He tried not to tilt his poker hand too soon, but he liked the idea of brand new, cutting edge science labs.

"Nx." Rochelle's wry smile broadened at the challenge the Commander presented, "The Vindicator class is new and experimental, but one Hell of a bird. I'm sure you'd find her to be quite intriguing, especially since I'm about to grant my crew the first crack at crewing one."

"Good thing about NX ships, they are only 70% done. They finish the outside bits, and leave the rest to be figured out later," remarked the Commander enjoying the prospect even more. "So, whose your Chief of Science? Anyone who hates me? Anyone worth their science?" he asked the overly pregnant Commodore.

The redhead nodded in vibrant agreement, "Aye... We get the chance to shape her as we wish. That was the idea when we set out to recreate a legend." She smiled and plucked her drink from the bar tender's hand, "You are," Rochelle grinned from behind the glass, taking a sip of the cherry tinted concoction of sugary bliss, "if you're game, that is. I was told you're the best of the bunch, Commander Coo, and I only want the best for my ship. The choice is, of course, yours." She shrugged, setting her glass down and studying the bright red fruit that garnished it. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the ever formidable Shrike moving freely across the promenade. The blustery raven maned woman's presence meant that time was up, the gig was up, and if Rochelle wanted to escape without chastisement by an Admiral, even if that Admiral shared the same blood flowing through her veins, she'd need to move and quickly. "Think about it and find me when you make the right decision." she winked and made the arduous move to abandon her roost just as readily as she'd accepted it. It was a graceless action, but it got her to her feet and allowed her to innocently swoop in to share space and stride with the Admiral, presumably chewing on the day's events as they strolled and left Coo to his own devices.

He thought a moment as the Commodore stood up. She turned and started to stroll out of the bar. "Ma'am. You have yourself a Chief Science Officer," he raised his glass. "Cheers!" He stood up and picked up his shoulder bag. "I must be off ma'am. Lots to do! People to contact. Science to do!" He was excited and felt the enthusiasm well up in him like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. There was plenty to do.

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Commodore Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E (destroyed)

Commander Rozen Coo
Chief Science Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E (destroyed)

 

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