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You Only Get The Keys To The Car After You Do YOur Homework - Tag Helm

Posted Nov. 26, 2021, 10:25 a.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jesrix Aevin (Helm Officer) in You Only Get The Keys To The Car After You Do YOur Homework - Tag Helm

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jesrix Aevin (Helm Officer) in You Only Get The Keys To The Car After You Do YOur Homework - Tag Helm
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Cochrane sat in the Ready Room reviewing the file of the Manhattan’s new Helm Officer. He nodded slightly as he read, it was a solid record. But there was more to the position than just moving the ship, and Cochrane wanted to see what kind of personality was going to be on the bridge. =/\= Lieutenant JG Aevin to the Ready Room. =/\= he said flatly into the shipwide comms and then he sat back, reading.

Cochrane, CO

what could he possibly want? Another transfer, perhaps? It wouldn’t be my shortest stint. Aevin rose from his seat behind the desk in his quarters and left the last of his unpacking behind. He walked down the corridor and got in the turbolift with a Vulcan crewmate he didn’t know. “Deck one.” The turbolift took off and only took a few seconds to deliver Aevin to the top deck. He strode down further to the ready room and pushed the door chime. Always a mild grey area, but with a new CO, always preferable to air on the side of cautious formality.

-Aevin, Helm

The door slid open and a voice said “Come in, Lieutenant.” in a slightly British-accented voice.

The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves lined with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there. Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the 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. Directly below that hung a coat, obviously on display and not being worn. It was a ridiculous combination of black and the kind of red only seen where intimate services were bought and sold. A truly obnoxious fur collar crowned the neckline… it was truly the kind of coat that would… could… only be worn by people going by aliases like ‘Silky Smooth’, ‘Velvet Jones’, ‘Iceberg Slim’, or ‘Smooth McGovern’.

The man behind the desk was a human male in the red uniform of Command officers. He had an athletic build, even seated behind the desk. As he stood, he was slightly taller than average. His hair was jet black, making the bright sapphire-blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, with a thin mustache and goatee of the same black hair as his head. Youthful in spite of the Captain’s pips at his collar. He smiled warmly and extended a hand.

Cochrane took a seat at the desk and said “Please, help yourself to something to drink if you like, Mr. Aevin. And then you can tell me what brought you to the Manhattan.”

Cochrane, CO

Aevin shook the Captain’s hand, then went and got himself some earl grey tea. “British tea. I’ve lived on earth on several occasions, and during my time in government, the ambassador for Earth got me addicted to the stuff.” He said with a light smile. Those more informed would be aware that two hosts prior an Aevin was on the federation council. He took a seat and said “In all honesty, I am here because I was ordered to be. This seems like a lovely ship that I will quite like serving on. But I received a transfer order and followed it.”

-Aevin, Helm

Alex nodded and then said “But what set you on the path to get that order? You have a plethora of experiences and memories… why do you do what you?”

Cochrane, CO

Aevin’s smile faded. “That’s a longer story. The prior host was also a Starfleet pilot and academy flight instructor. He made Lieutenant Commander and collected medals. Then one day, he- I, died. And was reset to the beginning of a Starfleet career. I have the asset of the skills I previously built but often people find it difficult to reconcile Experience with my apparent youth and low rank. So I’ve been shuffled around a lot. I was on the USS Genesis for a while, the USS Addison, and most recently the USS Galbraith. I thought the Galbraith was going to be a long-term situation and then a transfer it seems neither I nor the command staff of that ship had particularly seen coming arrived. The little part of me that still plays politics thinks that I’m more convenient out here. No one asks questions about how I came to be a Lieutenant Junior Grade. But maybe they just wanted a good pilot to help you navigate this quadrant.”

-Aevin, Helm

Cochrane smiled slightly. “Not the first time I have heard that particular story. Unfortunately for most who believe it when they arrive, it turns out to be a very erroneous belief. Now, I do understand the notion of people not granting you the benefit of knowledge based on age. I get that more than I’d like when I speak to Command. But I also know that no one comes here because they are bad at what they do. I don’t take those that are. Problematic? Ok, possibly. But that doesn’t mean they are not good at what they do. And fortunately for you, I happen to know that you are quite good at what you do. But what I need to know is that you are going to fit into our crew. This is a science vessel, but I am no scientist. But I don’t mind the CSO, Science section, and the civilian scientists having a voice in how and where we go. Our job, you and I, when we are on the bridge is to make sure we get there and back in as few pieces as possible. To that end, I will give you a great deal of leeway in how you fly this ship. But my strengths lie in the more… shall we say ‘tactical application of force’ arena… and as such when we are in the thick of it, I want you to be able to take direction if it is needed. Can you do that? Or do you want to play the role of the old man who has seen it all?” and he grinned.

Cochrane, CO

Aevin returned the smile. “I’m not quite ready to retire by the fireside to dole out wisdom yet, Captain. I’ll fly the ship and any support craft needed. I’m here if you wish to benefit from my years, but if not, the flight’ll be so smooth you won’t notice we went anywhere. If I may ask, Captain, why is a science vessel the only Federation ship out here? Nothing wrong with the Manhattan Class, but I would’ve expected something more… diplomacy and combat oriented.”

-Aevin, Helm

Cochrane’s head tilted to the side slightly as he regarded the helm officer. “And why would you think that, Lieutenant? After all… we are explorers, not conquerors. We are here to discover… not fight. We have a diplomat assigned to us, as well. Besides… which do you think would be generally more welcome by a strange species we have yet to meet? A ship of scientists and explorers… or a battleship? Each one sends a message, Lieutenant… and we only have one chance to make a first impression. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Cochrane, CO


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