Posted April 7, 2021, 5:58 p.m. by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Ready Room - How Good Do You Look In Stripes? (TAG CO, XO)
Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Ready Room - How Good Do You Look In Stripes? (TAG CO, XO)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Ready Room - How Good Do You Look In Stripes? (TAG CO, XO)
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Mardusk tapped the comms in his office right after River left. =/\= Security Chief to Skipper and XO. Ma’am, Sir… Gonna need a word with you both here in about thirty minutes. I’ll meet you in the Ready Room. =/\=At the designated time, the turbo lift doors opened and the gigantic Orion stepped onto the bridge, PaDD in hand. Mardusk walked to the door and fist-bumped the chime and waited, nodding to the Security officer on duty. “Grant, how you doin’? Rachel and Rebecca doing ok?” The young human smiled and said “Settling in great, Chief. Thanks for asking.” Mardusk nodded once and then faced the door.
Mardusk, CoS
Jen had been looking through his logs and thinking to add another. They were not particularly different from the status reports he had to file, however, in combat situations it was typically someone else doing them and he signing them. These ‘navy’ logs were more like a diary; apparently the navy wanted to have something for others to use as cures for insomnia. When he received the note from Mardusk his antennae moved in a curious swirl; the note was cryptic at best. However, as the time neared he shut down his console and headed toward the Ready Room. Idly he thought that the human ship builders had space to spare as they designed the ships; Andorian cruisers typically made multi-purpose rooms rather than one for this and one for that. But then humans were simply odd beings.
Entering the Ready Room he found himself facing Mardusk looking in his direction. Thinking he may be looking past him Jen glanced over his shoulder to see whether there was anyone else coming, then back to the Orion. “Commander,” he said in greeting.
- Jen, XOMardusk looked down at the XO and said simply “Sir.” in his low rumble of a voice. “Appreciate you taking the time, Commander. Hopefully you and the Skipper won’t take too much exception with what I have in mind.” he said with a slight grin.
Mardusk, CoS
Jen assessed the tone as best he could and replied, “Well, you know us Andorians and Tellarites, we have elevated taking offense to an art form.” He glanced back before the doors swished shut to see whether the Captain was coming. “After all, everyone needs a hobby,” he continued. “By the way, what are your hobbies?”
- Jen, XO“Punk rock and drinking heavily, Commander. I’m a simple man.” Mardusk replied flatly. He then looked around and asked “The Skipper is in there, isn’t she?”
Mardusk, CoS
Jen had heard the ‘noise’ from Mardusk’s bar. “Nothing simple about punk rock.” So that was what they called it. He had traveled through many a soldier’s bar and improvised halls in the field and had heard a lot of discordant music in his day. This ‘punk’ seemed to be more intensive, at least to his antennae. “I’m sure she’s not been kidnapped by the Borg. Woe be to them if she was.”
- Jen, XO
Kelly walked into the room with a frustrated expression on her face. Clearly something was bothering her. Seeing the XO and security chief Kelly shook her head as her scowled deepened. Kelly knew why they were here or at least assumed they had heard about the latest incident with Miss Maybelle Spunkler.
“Before you start I have dealt with it,” she moved towards the replicator. “She swore it’s never going to happen again but you know her. Best intentions but eighty pounds of choas. Maybelle said she found some weird netting outside of the Marine area and some rope outside of security. I assume that was the supplies that were reported missing by the Marines and security you planned to use in your last training exercises. They were building a training course.”
Kelly took a seat at the table sipping her coffee. She frown was slowly turning into a half smirk. “We found her, Mikey, Raul, and Torga with a nail gun in that abandoned room on deck 41. Apparently they were playing some game called Borg Tag where they practice evading the crew as if they had been assimilated in a boarding situation. She said and I quote you can’t be too careful and Mr. Mardusk always says there is a plan for everything and if you don’t have one make one. What are you teaching that kid?” Kelly no longer could keep a straight face. Of all the problems on the ship the ones with Maybelle always resulted in the best stories.
“She claimed that they would be the last line of defense if the ship was taken over because they are tiny and can fit in air vents or ducts. That kid hero worships you and Styxx. You know that right?”
Kelly Bordeaux
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