All about the Comms

Posted on Tue Aug 6th, 2019 @ 10:37am by Lieutenant JG Talia Flowers

418 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 0 - Pre-Sigma Iotia II
Location: Bridge
Timeline: Relieving the Chief
Tags: Bridge, Ensign Flowers, Comms

'Le nouveau XO... il est beau," thought Talia, taking him in as her Chief went off with him. Settling down to cover the station, Talia monitored the traffic to and from the ship. Unsure as to why she needed to be at her post while in Dry Dock, she used the time to multi-task.

They were going into the great unknown: the inky blackness of space that could hold so many possibilities, so many different people, so many languages...

Looking around nonchalantly, Talia took note of the crew at their posts and smiled. She was wiry, her intelligent eyes darting between points of information like a video recorder as she delicately placed her monitoring device in her ear. Empty static. A perfect backdrop for linguistic review as guttural groanings overlaid the hiss.

It could have been aliens in the throes of passion. Or possibly killing each other. But she had been assured when this audio stream was captured that the subjects emitting such distressing sounds were simply communicating. Her practiced ear began picking out the subtleties of communication and began typing furiously on her PADD as she listened.

These moments brought her the most amount of joy, well when she wasn't out on a dig or studying the very beings that made the sounds, of course. These moments of unraveling another species' mode of communication. Her cheeks flushed with her inner joy.

Words began emerging as she reran the audio... phrases... she typed them down phonetically as she closed her eyes, immersed in the moment, in the culture, in the very essence of a new species. On the cusp of discovery... it would be amazing to put these skills into practice when they finally went off on this next big adventure!

Shifting in her seat as she returned to the reality of her senses, she slid her hand against the familiar fabric, longing to be wearing something a lot less formal and something that could get really dirty. Stray hairs framed her face in a wispy array of unbridled joy, eyes shining and lips slightly open. Smoothing her hair with her hand she switched off the recording and responded to the hail.

"Yes, sir, Comms reporting. Ensign Talia Flowers." A beat. "No sir, everything looks to be in working order." Her soft French accent all but gone as she spoke. "I'll keep an eye on it, of course, Sir." She chuckled at the joke made and responded with the humor still in her voice, "Aye Sir. Comms out."

 

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