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Arrival and Check in with the CO

Posted April 10, 2019, 11:14 a.m. by Ensign Tyv Ch'qirross (Security Officer) (Michael McDowell)

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Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Arrival and Check in with the CO
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(Firstly let me apologize for this taking so long, work has been getting the better of me for the last few months as I’ve somewhat changed fields and have been on a non-stop rollercoaster that is Sales Engineering working/learning with a product I know nothing about. But I should be in a good place to finally be able to post more consistently!)

Tyv wasn’t the most easiest person to get along with and he was pretty sure the pink skin he traveled with was sick of him by the time he stepped off the shuttle into the shuttlebay. Almost as he took his bag off the shuttle and looked around it was already beginning to perform it’s procedures for departure. As he looked around for a Federation ship it wasn’t half bad. Surely it was no Andorian Warship, but it would do. His antennae swiveled around his head getting an idea of the location as he headed towards the interior of the ship. He adjusted the Hrisal at his waist. It wasn’t easy getting it accepted as a cultural accessory, but he would be damned if he’d be anywhere without it. After several combative arguments and back and forth from the Andorian embassies to the Academy, they reluctantly allowed him to carry it after he finished with the academy since he was enrolled with the Officer Exchange Program. He didn’t quite fit in with the first few ships he had been with and with nearly everyone he encountered he had to provide the proof that Starfleet allowed him to carry the 60cm long blade that looked similar to a scimitar. He moved a bit of his rough white hair from out of his eyes, he’d have to make sure it gets cut later as he reached a small terminal in the hallway. “Computer, where is the current Captain of this vessel?”

A prompt response indicated that the Captain was currently in his ready room. Though Tyv know protocol was only to check in with the Department Head, Medical, and the Counselor he felt that it was essential to check in with the Captain of the ship in order to understand and see who he was serving under as well as for him to get an idea of who will be serving under him. It was somewhat of an Andorian state of mind, be he knew it was only for the betterment of everyone. Some few arguments before about how it was unnecessary or a waste of time always fell upon deaf ears with him.

His lifestyle was rather simplistic and more or less always had been militaristic. He did not have very many personal belongings aside from the Hrisal at his waist. He picked up the one dufflebag of his belongings and followed the corridors until he silently ended up in front of the ready room. He smoothly pressed the chime and awaited a response from within.

Ensign Tyv (Security)

“Come in.” came a slightly accented voice from within and the doors opened. The office was obviously recently moved into, as there were still a few small boxes stacked in a corner of the room and two bookcases on one wall stood with book shelves behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room, and various odds and ends graced places here and there. Displayed prominently, however, on a shelf by itself high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was a lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately.

Seated behind the desk was a human male in the red uniform of Command officers. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the bright blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. Looking at the figure in the doorway, his gaze also falling obviously onto the Hrisal on the figures waist, the man said “Yes, Ensign? What can I do for you?”

Cochrane, CO

Upon stepping, in he set is bag down right to the left of the entrance and proceeded to almost march fluidly to be front and center of the Captain’s desk. It’s as if he was comfortable with this kind of situation. Though as he walked up he shifted the PADD he carried in his opposite hand into his left and held his right against the Hrisal to keep it from making noise. With his last step, he snapped to attention in front of the Captains desk, his heels clicking together slightly as he did so. “Good Afternoon Captain, I am Ensign Tyv Ch’qirross and I have been assigned to Security under your command aboard the USS Manhattan. I am reporting in as ordered.”

Though he was facing and staring directly forward his antennae continued to survey the room, getting an understanding of his surroundings and, as paranoid as it may seem, to make sure nothing come up on him from behind. “I have a copy of my orders for you sir along with a cultural exemption for my Hrisal, issued by Starfleet.” He slightly leaned forward, holding the PADD out with his left hand for the Captain to take at his discretion. Though it was a long trip getting here, he could feel the excitement start to build up in his blood. Hopefully this would be a place where he feel he could belong.

Ensign Tyv (Security)

Cochrane leaned back and looked at Tyv, not acknowledging the PaDD. “Ensign, I think we need to establish some boundaries here. First of all, at ease. Second, this isn’t quite the way you come aboard a Star Fleet vessel. You don’t check in with me. Especially before you check in with your Department Head. In fact, you should complete all your check in’s for coming aboard before I even know you are here. I applaud your initiative, but let’s keep things proper and within the confines of the regulations, shall we?” He paused for a moment and then, looking at the Hrisal, he continued.

“Now I am going to sound more than a bit harsh. No one… and I mean no one… is going to walk around this ship armed due to a ‘cultural exemption’. I don’t care if that is signed by the President of the Federation. Yours is not the only martial culture represented on board this ship. I have other Andorians who don’t have the need to carry such… ‘acutriment’… on their person. I also have Klingons, Bajorans, Orions, Iyaarans… all of whom would have just as much cultural impetus to carry weapons as you. So if you are allowed, I would have to allow them as well. This is a science vessel, Ensign… not a war ship. And as we will be dealing with races we have never encountered before, I will not have our first impression be one of potential conflict. So that will be stowed in your quarters or in the Armory, the Security Chief will decide that. Am I clear, Ensign?” he asked. His look was one not of hostility, but simple authority.

Cochrane, CO

OOC: Sorry for the short post :O the longer ones could possibly come afterwards!

IC: His antannae were rather rigid and his jaw could be seen clenching as the Captain spoke, it was clear he didn’t agree at all, though almost as if swallowing the pill he just set down the PADD on his desk and returned to looking straight ahead. “Understood Captain. Permission to speak freely, sir ..?”

Ensign Tyv (Security)


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