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New Blood Hazing

Posted May 27, 2020, 11:36 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
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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?”

EMMA, aCE

“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
Engineer

“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.

EMMA

“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.

Lera
Eng

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.

Lera
Eng

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.

Lera
Eng

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.

Lera
Eng
(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

She crossed her arms and cocked her hip. She was five foot nine and a hard won, muscled 200 pounds. But the look, so she had been told, suddenly made her look all soft and female in all the right places. “Ok, Ensign… go ahead… say your piece.” She flashed him a smile like she was doing him a huge favor and not about to pounce him for whatever ridiculous excuse he was about to give.

Lera
Eng
(the girl who wouldn’t shut up)

Koll at this point was not alone in paying attention to the Junior Officer from Engineering. In fact, there were several Security personnel looking at her… or rather, just behind and above her. Some looked on with trepidation. Some had wide grins on their faces. But all of them were looking. One keyed the office surveillance to record and send to the Security staff.

Koll said softly “Ma’am, you really should stop talking. And you should just… uh… well… maybe you should meet Commander Mardusk before you say anything else?”

Koll, Oh How He Tried

She rolled her eyes and flung her hands up a moment. “FINE! Where is this Commander? Somehow I doubt he has quadruplets he is bringing to work to sit on his lap.” She shook her head and laughed at the silliness of the thought and the vision in her mind.

Lera
Eng
(about to fail)

Koll went pale and pointed. “He’s right behind you, Ma’am.” he said softly.

Ens. Koll, of the ‘We Tried To Tell You’ Koll’s

“GOOD!” She said and spun around to look at … a wall.

When the realization hit her, she let a small squeak of a scream creep up her throat and come out like a chopped off yelp. “Good Lords… what the hell?” She stumbled back, slipped on the corner of Kroll’s chair and landed on her backside staring up at …

Lera shook her head trying to keep from scrambling back. A momentary look of pure, unadulterated fear flashed over her eyes. But it passed quickly. If he wasn’t looking, he’d miss it. She swallowed and smiled trying to use bravado. “Commander Mardusk, I presume?” She tried to sound like she wasn’t on her backside and wasn’t about to feel her Lieutenant pipps get ripped off her uniform for insubordination.

Lera
Eng
(of the ‘chewing on the foot in my mouth’ Brisons)

Mardusk was big, even for an Orion. Easily over seven feet in height and weighing more than some of the single cargo crates that were loaded onto the ship, Gravel was not an un-intimidating figure even when he wasn’t angry. When he was? Well…

The massive Orion Security Chief watched her jump, fall, the flash of fear, and the thin attempt at recovery. His bald, green head only inches from the ceiling looked down at her, his emerald eyes locked on and bore into her. He stared at her for a long time, then simply raised a truly massive arm and pointed at the doors to his office.

Mardusk, CoS

She swallowed and fear was swiftly covered with anger. Insubordinate or not, she was gonna get the response from him one way or another. She managed to pull herself back to her feet and planted them firmly. She took a moment to stare at him then moved towards his office, not like a crewman in trouble, but one who was furious it had come to mute pointing and no words. “Fine!” she murmured and went where pointed.

Lera
Eng
(mud)

Gravel followed her into the office, walking past her to go behind his desk. “Sit.” was the clipped order and a finger pointed at one of the two chairs in front of the desk. Without waiting to see if she followed orders, he took a seat in the chair behind the desk. As he did, the chair groaned loudly in protest.

Mardusk took a deep breath and, trying to remain calm, said “Now then… I’ll keep in mind that you are very new to this ship. And I’ll even take into account that you didn’t know about my… particular furniture needs… prior to coming here and berating one of my officers. So… keeping those things in mind… why don’t you take this opportunity to tell me why I shouldn’t call Commander Drayke and tell him one of his new Engineering Lieutenants was completely out of line and failed to do the most basic of fact checking before shooting her mouth off about something she apparently knew nothing about and didn’t bother to look into?” His voice sounded like boulders crashing against each other.. a low rumble marked by sharp punctuation.

Mardusk, CoS (stands for ‘Not Taking Any Lip’)

She had sat down with a murmured, “Yes, sir.” He was an officer. That’s why she obeyed, not because he had scared the wits from her.

She looked at him and the fear had been replaced with anger now. Whether it was directed at him, or at herself, it was hard to say. “I apologize for my tone, but not for my query.” Her words were polite but she was stubborn and she knew it. “No, I didn’t know the circumstances. But had the Ensign merely answered my question at the beginning instead of beating around the bush and making a fool of me,” she took a breath, hearing her voice and pitch rise to the point her own growl was creeping up her throat. “Had he done that, it would have been much simpler. Don’t you agree… Sir?” She cocked her head slightly as if daring him to give credence to the man in the other room had practically baited her into her encounter. Her hands were crossed over the PaDD and her knuckles were white from gripping it.

Lera
Eng
(apparently giving it anyway)

Mardusk’s voice took on and edge that would have cut the hull open. “You arrog… you are going to try to lay blame on someone else for your piss poor behaviour?!” and his hands clenched into cinderblock-sized fists. “You are really going to blame Koll… who stood there telling you I was behind you but you ignored… you are going to blame him when all you had to do at the start was ask why the specs were the way they were? You didn’t even have to come here, Lieutenant! Not at all! All you had to do was ask ANYONE in YOUR OWN DEPARTMENT why! But no! You trotted your butt down here to make a point. Well, too bad for you you didn’t do your due diligence before hand, huh?!” and he slammed a fist onto the desk interface… cracking the transparent aluminum. Mardusk was full on glowering at her, but managed to stifle the anger… at least for the moment. Leaning back, he clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth.

“A crap officer blames others for their mistakes, and the coward’s way.... the easy way. A good officer takes the harder route, owns their mistakes… makes the best of the lessons that come from ‘em. So tell me, Lieutenant… are you a good officer? Or are you a crap one? Because if you are the latter, I’m just gonna bounce you from this ship right now.”

Mardusk, CoS (stands for ‘Airlock, Here You Come’)

Her rage at his rage and accusations made her mind numb. She wasn’t even aware she was on her feet till the PaDD and her other hand slammed on the same desk. “I am NO crap officer. Fine… I take the blame. I should have asked. I could have asked the Chief. Or the Assistant Chief who gave me the reqs. Or I could have just commed up here. I didn’t. Ok? It’s my fault, I did it and Kroll was just lousy at pointing behind my back, or I was lousy at seeing. It’s done now. I will make your chair, Sir. And I apologize for my actions.” Realizing, now her standing position, she added in the same voice, “All of them.”

Lera
Eng
(‘Check please’)

Mardusk looked at her and said in a low, rumbling growl “You just don’t get it, do you? Sit your butt down, Lieutenant. And I wont tell you again.” He leaned forward and said “I’m not the one you need to apologize to. I don’t even know you, Lieutenant! But you come in here, berate one of mine, freak out when you see me, blame him for your abysmal behavior, and then think this about getting a damn chair? Seriously, Lieutenant… who crapped in your omelet, huh?” he asked, with a bit less anger and a bit more concern than he had before.

Mardusk, CoS (stands for ‘Seriously, What Is Your Problem’)


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