CSO LtJG Adam Trask

[Trask, in the CSO's Office]
[Note: I'm setting this about the same time as the start of the first posts everyone made. I can get caught up quickly from that point if need be]

"Sensory overload" was Adam's word of the day, and it was looking increasingly likely that it was going to be the word of the week if something didn't change.

It was disorientating enough getting the promotion to Lieutenant (Junior Grade, albeit, but there was only so much difference between the two ranks), on top of being assigned the role of Chief Science Officer. Technically, his duties weren't to officially start for another few hours, but that meant little to Trask. For all intents and purposes, he was now in charge of the entirety of the Science Department aboard Valdivian (and by extension, the Trinity), and with that came a great deal of work to be done.

Lieutenant Waters had done a fantastic job of keeping the department together after the nanodryad attack little over a month ago, but replacements were still due to arrive. The station was just too far out in the boondocks of Federation space for things to reach it quickly, and Adam could hardly imagine just how much paperwork Starfleet bureaucrats had to manage in the wake of it all - repair orders, transfers, and casualty reports. Adam could only pity the poor souls who had to officiate that latter document.

So, here he was, with a great deal of work on his hands. Transfers still had to come in, organization of personnel had to be done, and whatever work the former Chief Science Officer hadn't managed to finish before getting put into Second-in-Command fell to him. He wasn't without ideas, of course, but it would take time and effort to implement them.

It'd be easier if the damn room wasn't screaming at him.

When Adam had first been shown the room, Lieutenant Waters had been there to coerce the room into cooperating. How she was able to think when approximately 1.5 billion different sounds and lights were going, he would never know. However, with her gone for the time being, it was up to him alone to get the room to return to that relatively tranquil state - and it wasn't working.

Between the earmuffs that he had wisely replicated after leaving the room the first time that morning, Adam could make out snippets of at least fifteen different pieces of music, ranging from classical Earth music to modern Andorian opera. Displays flickered across the walls flashing information that was completely indecipherable as they all had a nasty tenancy to overlap. The room was specially designed, changed to be some kind of quasi-holodeck by Lieutenant Waters' own request (and if an engineer Adam had asked was correct, done herself). There was supposed to be some control system that would allow him to calibrate it to a more reasonable standard, but unfortunately Adam had accidentally cancelled out of it when he entered the room earlier, and for the life of him it wouldn't come back.

"For the love of God, will this bloody room please just shut up!" Adam shouted at the top of his lungs - but he couldn't hear a single word over the din.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Adam Trask
Chief Science Officer, USS Trinity
Daniel O'Dette
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Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 01/12/2018 03:56PM by dodette.