New Blood Hazing

Posted May 27, 2020, 10:54 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in New Blood Hazing

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in New Blood Hazing

Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in New Blood Hazing

EMMA had been looking around ever since Jacen had dumped on her some work to find someone to do the very same thing. She knew there were some new engineers on board as she tapped her hand with the PaDD in hand she wondered who could be the one to pawn off things to as she spotted a new face. Processing the files she brought up files as she nodded to herself. “Perfect…” she said with a mischievous grin as she came up to the young woman.

“Lieutenant Brison, welcome… I am EMMA, the ship’s Assistant Chief Engineer. You have a moment?”


“Hi…” she said. “Thanks. And, of course.” Auleraine tapped a pause to the console she was at and turned to stand up and face the woman. “What can I do for you?” Her brunette hair was braided and coiled at the base of her neck and her 5 foot 9 frame held the muscles of her 200 pounds without making her look too built up.

Lt Auleraine Brison

“Well I need someone to go over these…” EMMA said as she handed the PaDD to her. “Chief Drayke and I are going over inventory and need someone who can help… you game?” EMMA asked with her thick Australian accent as she smiled at the woman.


“Sure… of course.” Lera took the PaDD and looked at it. Her smile started to fade. “These are personal requests for everything from chairs to baby cradles?” She looked up wondering if the woman had given her the wrong PaDD. She glanced at the last one she had looked at. It was a chair with an impossible set of super supports. Mentally doing a calculation, the extra suspension meant it would hold 4 or five people. It was above and beyond ridiculous. “No offense, Ma’am… and with all due respect. But… are you sure you wanted me to do THESE files?” She wasn’t sure why, but something told me this was one of those ‘new guy gets the shaft’ kind of things. The request for the chair was still ‘Pending’ and was over 3 weeks old.


Being the new guy had its drawbacks. One of the them was the stack of PaDDs the CE dropped on her console that morning and said to make a dent in by end of shift. Chairs, tables, replicator upgrades, the lists were endless. Auleraine was looking over the requests when something caught her interest. It was a chair with reinforcements that went above and beyond what was necessary for the security department… or any department for that matter. It was simply stated ‘for Security’. She frowned and headed that way with the request in her hand.

Her brunette hair was bound back in a simple braided knot. She had died her red tresses away after she had healed and could move on her own. Without the fire red tresses, she was less focused on by men. Which was fine by her. Meant she could do her job and take care of business without complications.

Less than five minutes later, she walked into Security and looked around. The NE at a side console looked up and she decided she would start with him. “I have a request here for a reinforced chair for this department.” She looked at his frame and laughed. “I highly doubt YOU are in need of such reinforcements. This is a gross abuse of the requisition forms, you know.” She was standing there, one hand on her hip, the other holding the PaDD towards him as if he’d apologize and she could just delete the request.


Ensign Koll looked at her for a moment, a puzzled look on his face. Then it seemed as if a light dawned on him. “Oh… that chair. No, Ma’am. I don’t need it. I think that’s for the Security Chief.” he said, as if that explained everything and he went back to his work.

Ens. Koll, Security

She shook her head. “Wait… you are telling me the Security Chief needs THIS kind of reinforcement? I hardly doubt that.” She laughed as if the man were merely brushing her off. “The reinforcement of this level is for the weight of almost 3 people.” She snorted a laugh. “Unless he plans on having a lapful of people with him everytime he sits in his chair…” she shook her head, her voice full of doubt and sarcasm.


As she spoke, the Ensign was trying to subtly gesture to her to be quiet. His eyes looked over her head… way over her head… and back again and he had a look on his face that seemed to indicate something was amiss… but whether that was effective at getting her attention was another matter.

Ens. Koll, the Man Who Doesn’t Know How To Sign

“Don’t shuuush me. And rolling your eyes won’t help. Engineering isn’t a playground for ridiculous requests. There is absolutely no reason to ask for a chair that will hold more than a single person. MAAAYYYYBBEEE two if you happen to have a child you bring to work everyday who sits on your lap.” Her voice was angry now. Hands on her hips as she shook her head at him thinking he was just looking to the ceiling and rolling her eyes cause she was reaming him loud enough for anyone else around to hear.

(who apparently can’t take a hint… lol)

Koll finally just stood at attention and said “Yes, Ma’am. Of course, Lieutenant. But… um… well… permission to speak freely, Ma’am?” he asked, his nervousness apparent on his face and the sweat of his brow.

Ens. Koll, The Man Who Said Too Little

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