Voicetest - Lasting Impressions
Oct. 3rd, 2015 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tasha_yarThe problem with new things is that they can withstand the most creative types of stress, yet crack under the most mundane. The shuttlecraft Persephone was more durable and more maneuverable than any shuttle she had tried before - so much so she had been dreaming up test maneuvers for it through the long, dark trip here to the Pluto outpost. The shuttle had made it here with her singing its praises - only to have it be felled by a refueling problem and potentially hazardous exhaust if she had encountered the wrong type of interstellar activity.
The engineers had been somewhat slack-jawed at her simple acceptance of this apparent near death experience, but what should she have done? She was a security officer - the most dangerous position in Starfleet - and one that was sadly very necessary. It was a simple truth that all Starfleet officers risked their lives every day. She was there to stand in between those threats and minimize those losses. Lt. Yar had also been in riskesr places, and, well, the worst in this case never happened.
After staying in the cargo bay to watch the poor shuttle be stripped to its engines (two hours) while they kept her quarantined for potential radiation exposure (an extra 2 hours on top of the shuttle's exam) Tasha was both restless AND fatigued in addition to behind schedule. She could only hope the newly promoted second officer of the newly constructed Enterprise was patient in addition to everything else she'd seen so far on his file.
And, okay, as tired as she felt, the memory of those recordings did make her smile. Lt. Commander Data's file had been pretty unique viewing. He gracelessly practiced knock knock jokes while effortlessly completing the physical with perfect scores. He cheerfully explained complicated astrophysical mapping techniques, and then a breath later was shown asking his examiners if he could join them to observe another scientist's birthday. It had broken her heart just a little to watch them make poor excuses until he finally - after almost three minutes - understood he was not welcome. Tasha shook the memory away as she entered the lounge. Best to just dismiss it all and go in with an open mind...
The engineers had been somewhat slack-jawed at her simple acceptance of this apparent near death experience, but what should she have done? She was a security officer - the most dangerous position in Starfleet - and one that was sadly very necessary. It was a simple truth that all Starfleet officers risked their lives every day. She was there to stand in between those threats and minimize those losses. Lt. Yar had also been in riskesr places, and, well, the worst in this case never happened.
After staying in the cargo bay to watch the poor shuttle be stripped to its engines (two hours) while they kept her quarantined for potential radiation exposure (an extra 2 hours on top of the shuttle's exam) Tasha was both restless AND fatigued in addition to behind schedule. She could only hope the newly promoted second officer of the newly constructed Enterprise was patient in addition to everything else she'd seen so far on his file.
And, okay, as tired as she felt, the memory of those recordings did make her smile. Lt. Commander Data's file had been pretty unique viewing. He gracelessly practiced knock knock jokes while effortlessly completing the physical with perfect scores. He cheerfully explained complicated astrophysical mapping techniques, and then a breath later was shown asking his examiners if he could join them to observe another scientist's birthday. It had broken her heart just a little to watch them make poor excuses until he finally - after almost three minutes - understood he was not welcome. Tasha shook the memory away as she entered the lounge. Best to just dismiss it all and go in with an open mind...
