Pierre D'Aubigne "
By: Kelly Forrester, Acting Operations Manager, [RNPC]
Pierre D'Aubigne, Flight Control Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58208.05 0905

Lieutenant Forrester studied the PADD as she waited for the Zion's new Flight Control Officer. As the transporter beam activated she lowered the PADD and looked up.

She stepped forward to greet the man, "Welcome aboard Lieutenant..." she stammered and glanced again at her PADD as she tried to pronounce his name. She'd spoken a lot of alien names before but this one was difficult.

"Dah-bi-jnay?"

Pierre eyed the lieutenant. "G is silent, but close enough." He said with an air of arrogance. He then stood smartly to attention. "Permission to come aboard." Forrester studied the name for another moment making mental notes, "of course," she said, "your belongings will be transported directly to your quarters shortly."

"Fair enough. Let's get this over and done with." Pierre stated.

She stepped over to a LCARS console and touched it, causing it to light up. After a couple of commands were input she said, "Computer, recognize Pierre D'Aubigne."

Pierre stepped up to the console and placed his hand on it. "Pierre D'Aubigne, Lieutenant Junior Grade, 6-9-9-5-6-1-1."

The computer chirped and replied, "Pierre D'Aubigne recognized. Security clearance Beta-One."

"There," she said, "now I will show you to your quarters."

He removed his hand and rubbed his fingers together as if he was cleaning something off of his hand. It was merely a force of habit from his childhood days when he was neurotic about dirty things. But since he joined the Old Starfleet, that became a moot point in his life. "Lead the way Lieutenant."

"Your quarters are assigned on Deck two," she said as they walked out into the corridor toward the turbo lift.

"You have a medical exam with Doctor Dane scheduled for 1500 today."

As they stepped into the lift she added, "The Captain also meets with new bridge officers and department heads. Contact him after you are done in Sickbay," said Forrester holding her padd against her chest. "Deck Two," she commanded the turbolift car.

Pierre took it all in. For some strange reason he couldn't wait to meet the captain. In fact, he relished the thought.

When the turbolift stopped they stepped out, "have you ever served on a Sovereign class vessel before?"

"I've touched one, if that counts." he smiled. "Except I was wearing a beautiful G-Suit so I couldn't quite feel it properly."

She nodded with a smile as and continued to lead him down the corridor.

They stopped in front of the door to his new quarters, "here we are," she said with a gesture as the doors opened.

Pierre took a look around. It was very Spartan in his opinion, but it would suffice.

Forrester caught herself about to explain to him that the quarters were completely new and rebuilt as it was one of several that had been obliterated during the battle of Pacifica.

Pierre took one look as he noticed her about to speak. "What is it Lieutenant. What is that you're so eager to share." He was very relaxed and intrigued by what the Lieutenant had to offer.

"Oh, its.." she found herself caught a little off guard, "I was just going to mention the quarters are...brand new, because they were..." she searched for words to make it sound as positive as possible, "uhm, damaged. In our last battle. But don't worry, it was ... unoccupied..."

Forrester thought it would be best if she stifled herself from saying more before she instilled any doubts about the Mr. D'Aubigne's assignment of quarters.

Pierre arched an eyebrow. All he could see himself doing was grabbing his goods and running back to the transporter room screaming like a little girl, ~I don't want to die!~ "Oh don't worry, I'm not worried." He told her. Still that image was there, except this time he was in a skirt.

"You know," she with a pause and a coy smile, "...if you want, I can show you around the rest of the ship."

"How about later, I would like to get the whole medical intrusi... examination out of the way." Quite frankly, he hated medicals. "Thank you Lieutenant." He said as he began to make his way out of the quarters to head to medical. However he stopped. "One question? Where is medical bay?"

"Deck 8," she said, "you will have no difficulty finding it."

"Thank you Lieutenant. But don't runaway. I still would like to take that tour."

She smiled at him, he had a rather charming manner. Maybe it was the stereo-typical reputation of the french that preceded him. She looked him over from head-to-toe one more time and said with almost a wink, "just call me if you need anything."