Standing around outside of the personal quarters of her Tactical chief, Dazia was practically hopping from side to side as excitement grew inside of her. It grew to such a crescendo that she lurched forward and slammed her hand on the panel, pressing the alarm and hurting her palm in the process. “Frak,” she cursed, pulling the hand back and rubbing it with the other. ‘You’ve been spending too much time with Nisha,’ she chided, the Cardassian’s preferred expletive something the young Trill had adopted, and just in time for the door to open.

Amiyah had been preparing to answer the door when she was interrupted by the alarm going off. She sighed and opened the door to see a Trill waiting outside rubbing his hand. She looked at the panel and cancelled the alarm “Ensign are you ok? And do you know how this alarm started?” She asked knowing a good portion of what probably happened, but she was testing the honesty of the Ensign. 

“I may have been a bit more forceful with the door panel than intended,” the Trill responded, sheepishly reaching an arm up and scratching the back of her head. “Sorry about that, ma’am. Didn’t mean to make such a commotion.”

Amiyah shook her head “It’s ok these things do happen.” She said as she made sure no engineering staff would need to look at the panel. “No harm no foul. So, Ensign why are you here? We were scheduled to meet tomorrow.”

“I may have got into a spot of bother with the Captain last night,” the Trill looked somewhat confused, having fully expected the commanding officer to have informed her department head of her visit. “He said I should spend some time with you to make amends for it…”

Amiyah nodded “I was informed, but I thought it was tomorrow not today. These days get so jumbled at times it makes my head hurt. Regardless, I have a decent amount of work today. So don’t slow me down I am not one who tolerates delays.” She said sternly.

Raising her eyebrows at the sudden stern reminder from her department chief, the Ensign nodded quickly. “I understand ma’am,” she spluttered. “Where shall we begin?” she then enquired, eager to get started and not delay the Chief any further.

Amiyah looked skeptically for a moment “We have to first check the weapons emitters, then we have to calibrate for any variance. After that we shall see” She said as they started walking down the corridor heading for the nearest turbolift. Upon reaching it the doors whooshed open and Amiyah stated where they needed to go. She looked at the Ensign “So what duties have you yet to learn?”

Dazia gave the question some thought during the turbo lift ride, and each time she was drawn back to her interests. “Honestly, I chose this department because I want to keep people safe, but I’ve never been trusted with anything beyond making sure cargo gets to the right place, or people get aboard the ship at the right time,” she confessed, “I want to be on away teams, I want to be on the bridge during an intruder alert, I want to be someone the Captain can rely on in a crunch.”

Amiyah nodded recording the information in her mind “That’s an admirable goal for sure and we will work to make that happen. If you’re willing to do the work.”

The final comment from her department head made the Trill feel a little frustrated. She was many things, but she wasn’t lazy, and any insinuation from anyone wound her up. “I’ve never shirked away from my duties, Chief. I’ll always do what’s required.”

The comment was short and showed Amiyah she had hit a sensitive spot “I never said you didn’t I am just letting you know in my department I do not award people who won’t work. I tell anyone in my department that and yet I have had to relocate people due to it. So this is just a friendly discussion I have with all my team.” 

Amiyah knew that Dazia was a hard worker, she had looked at her record. She just seemed to get into sticky situations, which had accounted for her problems. It was something Amiyah had seen before, but in worse cases than Dazia.

Friendly discussion. Dazia supposed that was fair enough. “So what about you, Chief?” the trill enquired in an effort to get to know her superior a bit better, “how did you end up here?”

Amiyah shook her head. “I decided it was time for some change. Ha, not really, the ship I was assigned to was unexpectedly sent for a refit and I was reassigned here. It isn’t all bad of course. I was promoted and given the chief position so someone trust my hard work and abilities. That or I was the last person on the list.” She chuckled trying to lighten the mood from its earlier setting.

Dazia listened and smiled in all of the right places, trying to get a measure of her new department head. She seemed a bit more ‘human’ than Lieutenant Noli aboard the Santa Fe, and the Trill sensed she would probably like the woman in time. For now, she chose to keep the Commander at arms length. 

Amiyah gave Dazia the orders to go and look at the weapon emitters for the information on the PADD she handed her. This was the best way to evaluate her. After that she could see just what she could do.