Posted by Ensign Týr Bragason (Security Officer) in Pre-Sim - Tyr Reportin in - COS Office

Posted by Ensign Týr Bragason (Security Officer) in Pre-Sim - Tyr Reportin in - COS Office

Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Pre-Sim - Tyr Reportin in - COS Office
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After finishing his Medical Examination Tyr returned to his quarters, took a quick sonic shower, and put on a fresh uniform. He fussed with his hair for a few minutes then finally decided he needed another shave, his chin was already turning a darker shade with rapidly growing stubble. He grabbed the standard-issue razer and did a quick once over, careful not to cut too close. He checked himself over for a final time before attaching his combadge to his uniform and leaving his new quarters for the second time that day.

Once he’d made his way to deck 11 he did a quick breathing exercise. He’d been overly stiff in Sickbay, he wasn’t sure however if that would be a positive or a negative when meeting his new Department head. He entered the security offices. The atmosphere here was the opposite of Sickbay, as soon as the door opened there were at least three sets of eyes on him before he had a chance to make his visual scan of the room. He hesitated only for a moment then stepped through the doors. He walked across the room, nodding to other officers, most of which had stopped paying him any attention. He finally stepped outside the Security Chiefs office and hit the chime, he had already been hesitant enough for today.

A couple of voices came from behind the door, muffled through the metal. They halted at the chime, then came the call to enter.

Once he heard the call to enter Tyr took a step into the office, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood at attention. He recalled advice his brother had given him Don’t shout, speak in a calm respectful tone, this isn’t a holoplay and you aren’t reporting to a flag officer. Firm but polite, show backbone and confidence but don’t be overly arrogant. And for the love of Cochrane don’t make them a ‘sir sandwich’ “Ensign Týr Bragason, reporting for duty..” He hesitated for a moment, Baldur had never explained what a ‘sir sandwich’ was. “Ma’am” He finished only a fraction of a second later.

Ensign Tyr - Sec

The interior of the office was large enough to be functional. One could almost land a shuttle on the desk, were it not piled with PaDDs and a few other odds and ends. The walls were mostly bare, few decorations. Spartan would have been a good way to describe it, save for the image of a beat up cargo hauler, but a painting rather than a photo across a nebula backdrop and starfield, with the words “Gone but never far away” glowing softly, splashed across the bottom.

A few other canvases and drawings were framed in the walls. One was a sketch of Outpost 42, looking almost like concept art. Another were portraits and busts of a number of other people. Someone familiar with her history on the Outpost would recognize the faces of Lieutenant Marina Jusaro, Fleet Captain McCormick, Ensign Cadhla O’Leary, Lieutenant Acel’ex. Another woman strikingly similar to her. And on it went.

The Chief in question sat behind the desk, but stood as Tyr entered. She only came up to his eye level, with raven’s wing black hair pulled into a tight bun, and piercing blue-gray eyes. Athletically built, and by what could be made out through the uniform, in great shape. “Ensign Bragason, welcome to the Memorial.” Her voice was smooth and velvety, but dark, and for the moment… businesslike.

Tyr simply inclined his head “Thank you, ma’am” His expression was properly professional. He’d already done the standard visual scan of the room and he hadn’t shown any signs of being surprised by the Bajoran

To her right stood another woman, slightly shorter by a few centimeters. Bajoran, and with short chestnut toned hair and slate gray eyes. She had a similar build though was more slight in some ways, but with powerful looking legs. Both wore red, but the Bajoran was wrapped in a leather jacket emblazoned with patches, including that of the Red Lions from the U.S.S. Olinski. Her arms were crossed just under her breasts, one hip cocked out to the side as she worked her jaw around a little, but said nothing just yet.

“Straighten up and fly right,” Beckett growled at her compatriot.
“Fine.” But she did straighten, standing at ease.

“We were just talking about you, actually,” Beckett said, gesturing for him to come closer. “This is Lieutenant, junior grade Farren, Adama. I had a chance to look over your file a bit, so I wanted her here. There are some organizational challenges ‘board the Memorial. Farren has more experience with aerospace combat and ‘advanced flight’ so she’s the executive officer for our little wing. Captain wants me to maintain the hat of CAG though, so I’m running things on paper.”

Tyr gave the Bajoran a curt nod “Copy that” He said, mostly to fill the gap.

“We don’t expect to have a lot of fighter sorties, but we tend to operate in recon and support for away or ground units. In the meantime, those up for flight operations will be assigned to standard duty positions. We occasionally get folks from other sections, operations mostly. So that’s why the stipulation.”

“You come highly recommended out of the Academy and your flight record is .. a little wild. Do you have a career track in mind, or do you just like flying?” The question was less leading and more curiosity. It was one of the things she wished her own chief had asked when she’d made her first post. Acel’ex had been rather lax in a lot of ways. Good officer, and she’d had a lot of leeway. As a self-starter, she was always looking to show initiative, but sometimes she’d wished for a little more mentoring. Perhaps… he’d recognized she didn’t need it. But needs and wants were different animals.

Lt Beckett, COS/CIO/CAG
Lt j.g. Farren

Tyr blinked in surprise at the question, he’d been so busy focusing on not cringing at his apparently wild flight record, fighting the urge to defend his pilot’s honor. “Honestly, Until the Academy I hadn’t considered piloting to be one of my major skillsets, My Shuttlecraft basics instructor saw something, potential I guess” He said with a shrug, he didn’t mind showing off when the time was right but for his new boss the truth was all he needed “I took an extra year to catch up on flight studies” He explained knowing that he didn’t have to “I don’t have a specific career goal, not until I understand what being a Starfleet Officer is”

Ensign Tyr - Sec

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Beckett nodded, the corners of her mouth pulling down just a little as she did, but with some measure of approval. “I can appreciate that. When I started with the Academy I didn’t really know where I was going either,” she admitted. “I just knew I didn’t want to be ‘home.’ Had some aptitudes and things i was interested in. and waited ot see what opportunities came up, and where I felt called. It’s served me pretty well.”

The redhead next to Beckett shook her head. “Not me. I always wanted to fly. A shuttle is alright. A starship is… I wanted to be an angry angel screaming through the void.” She broke into a wicked smile then sobered.

“Touche,” Maria murmured to her counterpart. “Alright. Do you have any questions, comments, concerns for either of us? We’ll get you squared away on the duty roster most ricky-tick.”

Lt Beckett, Many hats
Lt Farren