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COS's Office Cadet Trenton Reporting for Duty

Posted May 11, 2020, 2:02 a.m. by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) (Sarah M)

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The assignment to the USS Challenger came as a surprise to Ashlyn, a pleasant one for sure but one none the less. The shuttle to the star ship was obnoxious with the other cadets that couldn’t contain their excitement, telling their own stories about how this is the first step to one day making Captain of their own ships. Ashlyn had trouble interacting with these people on a personal level, their energy was just too much for her more calculative and introverted nature. Stepping off into the shuttle bay was a small relief that the young cadet allowed herself before asking the posted security member for the location of the birthing. Having intentionally caught an earlier shuttle, Ashlyn made sure to give herself more than enough time to get settled and freshened up before reporting to her superior.

The route to birthing was easy enough to navigate and limited computer access allowed for viewing of the map when needed. Of course arriving at the birthing just in time to witness the usual arguments over who gets what bunk. Deciding not to take part in the argument, Ashlyn gathered what she needed and located a vent she could hide her bag within until she returned. The argument seem to stop as Ashlyn stored her bag, “Don’t stop on my account, I’ll take what’s left.” With that she found her way to the sonic showers to clean up.

After refreshing herself, Ashlyn took time to explore the ship with a data pad containing publicly released information about the Galaxy Class star ship. She kept awareness about herself, subtly watching the crewmen and women that pass by, observing corridors with a lull in activity, taking note of entry points for Jefferies Tubes. Eventually coming to the door to the Security Office. Ashlyn takes a deep breath in, counts to five, then lets the breath out. A quick tap to chime the door soon follows up.

-Cdt Ashlyn Trenton (Security)

Nijix hated that even after several interviews, she still found the process nerve-wrecking. Her eyes glanced over her tea and desk decor, causing her to slide her small tree to the side. It had purple crystallized leaves across natural bark with wire guiding its growth. Small pebble created a light contrast for it to perch on. Over all, it looked nice next to her holo display. Several sketches of her past cadets flipped in a repeating pattern.

She took a sip of her tea then spoke. “Come in.”

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

The door hissed open and Cadet Trenton finished schooling her face into the mask of professionalism she likes to maintain. Entering sharply and stoping four paces away, centered on the Lieutenant’s desk, coming to the position of attention like the cadet training had taught her. “Cadet Ashlyn Trenton reporting for duty.” The short young woman had clearly practiced this several times, her rigidity almost comical when offset by the PDD in her left hand. A light sheen of sweat begins to form, new person nerves or she did something wrong and is hoping the superior doesn’t notice.

-Cdt Ashlyn Trenton

Nijix’s lips curled into warm smile. “Take a seat please. Would you like some tea or something else? I know these interviews can leave me a bit unsettled and jittery.”

She gestured to the seat, but she didn’t pour a cup unless indicated otherwise. A mixture of lavender and sandal spread throughout the room.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Cadet Trenton takes a moment to examine the chair for something, not very clear what though, and when she takes the seat it’s very lightly. She holds to her professionalism and sits at attention, though the conversation seems rather casual, she would hate to make assumptions at this point. It’s better to err on the side of caution, though Trenton’s ‘caution’ looks more like paranoia like she’s expecting something to happen any minute now. “I would appreciate water, Ma’am. I made the mistake of pulling up a Galaxy-class Challenger instead of the Discovery-class Challenger and had to quickly relearn the ship’s layout. I like to know the area I’ll be responsible for as best as I can, guess my excitement caused an idiot moment.” Trenton pauses for a moment, then quickly corrects herself, “I assure you that doesn’t happen often, Ma’am.”

The Cadet’s uniform is organized, clean, and well kept. Along with her punctuality, means she got here early enough to realize that she was on a different ship and explore. The reports of lost Cadets didn’t include Trenton, so she must be self-reliant or at least able to pull up the ship’s maps from the computer without looking too suspicious save the moment she asked to be allowed to travel the Jefferies Tubes that may or may not have been reported. That nervous energy, however, is causing her to shake even in the position of seated attention that she is in. It’s small for sure, so she is practicing discipline to keep it under control, but any trained eye would notice it as an occasional twitch in the shoulder or very slight bouncing of the knee.

-Cadet Ashlyn Trenton

Nijix nodded as she lifted from her seat. She moved over to the replicator and punched in an order for water. As the bottle materialized, she took it and passed it to the Cadet on her way back to her seat. The CoS once more became comfortable as she took a sip of her tea.

“At least you didn’t manage to get yourself locked inside one of the Academy’s janitor closets. That happened to Aitum. His classmates never let him live it down.” A slight amusement crept into her voice at the memory then set her cup aside.

“We’re all allowed mistakes, especially because of excitement. Currently, you’ve recovered and that is a good trait in a Security Cadet.” Nijix’s eyes noted the nervous energy of the Cadet’s foot. She bit her lip then exhaled, letting her own nerves wash away.

“I’m honestly happy to hear you’re eager to get started. However, I like to get to know my Cadets and will be asking a few questions first.” She moved to the first question.

“Let’s start with something challenging. Why did you join the Academy and settle on the Security department?”Nijix observed the Cadet, but not enough to stir up more discomfort. She hoped the question wouldn’t make the situation worse since the whole Office had been prepared to create a relaxing environment.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

The Cadet’s response was immediate, either she had considered the question ahead of time or she was really confident in her reasons. “I joined the Academy as the first step to being a part of Starfleet. I want to make a difference in the federation but civilians have very little to no impact. I was born on the Targent Mining Colony of Makoa III which, as I’m sure you are aware, is one of many fringe worlds of the Federation. Sadly, like many fringe worlds, there is not a sufficient amount of Federation presence which leads to corruption and mistreatment in a general sense.” Trenton stops for a moment to consider what she said then corrects herself, “I mean it happens more frequently on fringe worlds than it does in the more densely controlled regions of the Federation. Sorry, still working on the separation of ‘opinion’ versus ‘official report’. I want to help alleviate the issue so there are fewer incidents of refugees making claims and accusations about fringe world governments.” Ashlyn’s reasons don’t feel complete when she finishes, and it’s clear she has more to say but for some reason can’t or won’t. Which unfortunately means everything she did say, to include her correction, is very likely scripted by someone else and her ease of flow is hours of practice.

Ashlyn took a moment to drink from her water between her answers, collecting herself for the next wave of explanation. “I was not in a good place on Makoa III, I didn’t have medical care that I really needed, food was based on what I could find, couldn’t stay in one place for long because there were people looking for me. No sense of hope, no faith in anything, then I stumbled on a Federation shuttlecraft. Luckiest find I could make given my situation, I didn’t even hesitate when I snuck on board and started having my way with their emergency rations. When the Starfleet officers returned, the engineer wanted to take me to the authorities, but Security Chief Adam Craxton not only refused to turn me in but helped me steal the sensor mask so he could smuggle me onto the ship he was assigned to. I’m sure he got his punishment for his rash actions and disregard of so many Starfleet protocols, but he took a gamble with me and so did his Captain by helping me claim asylum on their ship. I want to be sure to make their gamble pay off, it was a huge risk they took and I don’t want to take it for granted. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the ship’s name, I spent almost all my time in sickbay being pretty messed up. I joined Security because I not only want to be able to afford others a similar opportunity should the need arise, but I want to be at the forefront of making sure such opportunities are not even needed in the same format. We should be able to see joining Starfleet as a way to further ourselves and our way of life, not a means to escape horrible circumstances.” A more honest answer, this one has the inflections that made it sound more like her own response rather than one that may have been scripted.

The Cadet finished her water before continuing, “I’m also hoping to be able to work my way into Starfleet Intelligence, I feel being able to investigate internal affairs will afford me more opportunity to prevent tragedy from happening within Federation Controlled Space, to include the fringe worlds. Given my history, I’m sure my chances are slim at best but I’m still gonna try. So if you do know someone with a connection to Starfleet Intelligence, I’d appreciate an introduction so I may be able to work out a plan and some mentorship for that direction.” The Cadet showed a lot of discomforts asking, but given what she was asking it was more like a kid asking for something they know they shouldn’t have but would like any way, the whole thing making her look sheepish and exposing her youth. It was also the only time she wasn’t looking directly at Lieutenant Tavium, as if expecting some form of hard rejection.

-Cadet Ashlyn Trenton

OOC (Out of Character): Wow! This is an amazingly detailed post that shows so much about your character! Just a gentle reminder… we do use the past tense to post here in STF.

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