Star Trek: Theurgy

C3: S [Day 2 19:45] Tis Not Goodbye...

January 29, 2025, 04:50:37 PM

[Lt. Reggie Suder | Deck 6 Corridor | Vector 01 | U.S.S. Theurgy] Attn @Stegro88‍ 

Reggie exited the turbolift and worked her way through the corridors, drawing looks from various crew members who weren't used to seeing someone walking around in only a compression suit.  The orders had come in just moments after she had landed that it didn't make any sense to change back into her duty uniform just to have to re-don the exo-suit armor. So, instead she'd left the armor, grabbed a pair of hard soled slip-ons for her feet and gone off in the compression suit.

This, she decided, was too important to wait. Life had gotten far more complicated since the night she had broken into the public baths and despite their best efforts, they never seemed to be able to make the timing work. Reggie supposed that she should take it as a sign that maybe it just wasn't meant to work out. Yet, something within her refused to allow her to simply give up. There were too many unanswered questions, too many loose ends. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, but if that ultimately proved to be true, Reggie would be damned if she didn't do everything she could.

She rounded a corner and found T'Less right where Thea had said she would be. She was talking with another office- and by the look of his demeanor and the PADD in his hand, they were going over a report. Deciding that the conversation couldn't be too sensitive if they were standing in the middle of a corridor talking, Reggie kept herself a respectful distance away and waited them out. Her patience won out after a few minutes when the two parted. T’Less, tuned to walk in the direction opposite Reggie but the Betazoid was quick to react as she pushed off the bulkhead and walked quickly to follow.

"T’Less!"

Re: C3: S [Day 2 19:45] Tis Not Goodbye...

Reply #1 – November 30, 2025, 01:12:03 PM

[ Lt. T'Less | Corridor | Deck 06 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @P.C. Haring
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"...make sure all the PDPCs are functional and ready for deployment,” T’Less ordered as she walked down the corridor leading a team of engineering and operations crew. They had just finished checking the torpedo launchers and magazines and were making their way to one of the dorsal phaser strips on the Helmet that had shown some irregularities during a system’s check.

“Lieutenant, do you have a moment,” another officer asked respectfully as he walked up.

“I will meet you there,” T’Less said as she stopped, allowing her team to pass her and continue down the passageway. “What is it, Ensign?”

“The results from the latest simulations you asked to be performed,” the man answered, holding out the PADD. “You asked to see them the moment they were completed.”

“I had not intended for someone to chase me across the ship with the results in hand,” T’Less remarked, accepting the PADD. “But as you are already here, let us review them.” She stood there, reading one report after another before handing the PADD back to the man. “There are all within parameters. Thank you.”

“No problem, ma’am,” he said before stepping away. T’Less stood for a moment, thinking over the results again and formulating a plan about what she would do next. Just as she began to walk away, she heard her name being called from behind her.

“T’Less!”

Turning, the Vulcan Tactical Officer was surprised to see Reggie approaching, wearing a compression suit. A dozen thoughts flashed through her mind, but she stamped them down.

“Reggie,” she said to the Betazoid pilot. “What are you doing here? You have orders for redeployment. You should be preparing yourself for that.”