Posted May 22, 2019, 1:52 a.m. by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Docking Rings Away party
Posted by Ensign Jessica Lemann (Doctor) in Docking Rings Away party
Posted by Lieutenant Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Docking Rings Away party
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Kelly stood in the docking rings waiting for the crew to assemble, as was custom when boarding Starbases. Seldom did one beam over to a Starbase due to security protocols.Kelly took a sip of her coffee that seemed to almost be an official accessory to her uniform. There was next to no place Kelly did not travel without the hot beverage in her hand. It was in this sip however she realized that the docking ring was going to prove to be problematic for one main reason. There was no transporter officer to set her coffee aside until she returned. This meant she would have to improvise and problem solve. “Ian, do something with this for me,” Kelly said handing him the cup as she tugged at the sleeve of her shirt preparing to disembark the ship.
Captain Kelly Shultz
“No, I am here on official diplomatic duties, I am your yeoman while on ship but Starfleet protocol five, subsection C addendum A says that during diplomatic encounters the officer in charge of diplomacy so have no other duties while he is trying to commence with first contact or other sensitive meetings.” Ian said lying through his teeth, but doing so with a sense of charm and swagger that would make Kelly not question him as he looked at her sternly, as if daring her to counter what he just said and his knowledge of Starfleet regulations.
Bordeaux, Yeoma/Diplomat
“That’s fine. I am not suggesting you ignore protocol five point two six three-part B but what am I supposed to do with this,” she held up her cup feeling frustrated. “You’re the one that gets rid of the coffee in a hurry like when Admiral Perkins was coming down the hallway and I needed to not look hung over or…or, ” she held up a finger pointing at his chest, “when that diplomat went into anaphylactic shock because he was allergic to 2-furfurylthiol and was turning blue inhaling the coffee scent. Besides we are still on the ship and you aren’t being all protocol five point nine six four one two section D yet so get rid of this,” she held out the cup for a second before bringing it to her lips again to drain it all off. “Does it help if it’s empty?” Looking down the hallway Kelly needed this situation taken care of before the crew arrived, however, the last name of her entire crew seemed to be Punctual. They would be here any second and the last thing she wanted was friendly jabs about her uniform having a cup holder instead of a phaser holder on her belt.
Captain Kelly Shultz
M’Lene strolled in to what seemed to be a beverage debate of some sort but she thought it probably best not to comment. She seemed to be the first there which gave her a couple of minutes to get acquainted. “Captain Shultz? I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced with all the commotion that’s been going on here. I’m Lt (jg) M’Lene, your new CSO?” she said as she put her hand out.
Lt (jg) M’Lene (CSO)
“Welcome to the madhouse,” Kelly shook the woman’s hand with a smile. “I am sorry we have not had a time to meet formally yet and if we survive this let’s do lunch,” Kelly gave a half laugh. Meeting the CSO had been on the top of her to do list for this morning and yet life decided to wake the senior staff and half her crew up at zero stupid thirty, break fifty percent of the systems on her ship, and dump them into what Ian’s family referred to as the boondocks.
OOC: Moving this here.
IC:
Out of breath, Jessica nearly tumbled into the docking area. Her first opportunity to be on an away team, she hadn’t quite known how to prepare when Ryley had given the order. Thankfully, she had just stepped out of the shower and was about to get dressed for her shift in Sickbay, so it hadn’t taken her long to put on her uniform and braid her wet hair. A quick stop at Sickbay to collect supplies later and she saw that she was the first to arrive. Oh well, better to look excited, she thought to herself as she twirled a loose piece of hair in her finger. She looked down to check again that she had a medical tricorder as well as a small pack of medical supplies if needed and then finally looked around the room at the others there. A friendly smile came across her features as she introduced herself to those she didn’t know, “I’m Doctor Lemann.”
Ensign Lemann
“Dr. Lemann,” Kelly gave the breathless woman a nod and smile. She was about to start up a conversation when the Atlantis’ resident Bruce Banner lumbered down the hall. The man was hard to miss even when he wasn’t trying to be noticed.
A significant thud heralded the arrival of the massive Orion Security Chief as he rounded the corner and dropped a large, albeit not for him, knapsack on the deck. Looking at the assembled staff and then the Captain, he said “Everyone relax… I’m here.” as if they all had been waiting solely for his arrival and not anything else. Of course, those that knew him would know he was kidding. Those that didn’t… may have had another, slightly more negative, interpretation.
Mardusk, CoS
Jessica didn’t know Mardusk particularly well, but she could still come up with a solid retort when needed. She gave him an innocent, doe-eyed smile and sweetly commented, “I feel so much safer already.”
Ensign Lemann
Mardusk looked at the diminutive doctor and gave her a big smile at the comment and a wink. “That’s what all the girls say, Ensign.”
Mardusk, CoS
“Just don’t make him angry. No one likes him when he is angry,” Kelly gave Mardusk a wink as they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. Jessica’s comment wasn’t actually far from the mark. Most security chiefs instilled a sense of security and safety when you were in their presence but the sheer size of Mardusk amplified this feeling like a drug. One often felt a bit more bold and brazen when you knew the Orion had your back. She could handle herself quite well but knowing the Orion could wrap his hands around someone’s shirt and pummel him from side to side without breaking a sweat when you needed him to made Kelly feel ten foot tall and bulletproof.
Captain Kelly Shultz
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