Posted Nov. 18, 2021, 2:34 p.m. by Lieutenant River Styxx (OIC Marine) (Nathan Derricutt)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Command Conference (Open to all) …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Command Conference (Open to all) …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Command Conference (Open to all) …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
The familiar whistle sound rang out on all decks, in every office, and specifically on all comm badges of the officers of the USS Atlantis. It was meant to get their attention for an important announcement. For those it rang for, it was more annoying than attention-getting. Usually, the voice behind it was instantly recognized but this time it was unfamiliar. =/\= This is Captian Niles Primrose. I need all senior staff to report to the Captain’s ready room in the next five minutes. Primrose out =/\=.The man moved from the large window after making his announcement and took a seat at the head of the table normally occupied by Kelly. His assistant moved to the seat occupied by the XO. This would send a clear visual for the people attending who was in charge the second they entered the room. There was no Kelly Bordeaux. There was no Garinder’Jen th’Jir. There was only Captain Niles Primrose in command and this crew would listen to everything he said, follow every order, or there would be hell to pay. Straightening the PaDD in front of him, Niles sat back and watched the door waiting to see who actually could tell time.
Captain Niles Primrose, Starfleet attache for Admiral Perkins
Mardusk walked into the room and stopped short. His emerald green eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “You are in Captain Bordeaux’s seat… Captain. You and the remora attached to your hip need to show some damn respect to the CO of this ship. You wanna pull some power trip, thats fine. But today is not the day. So I’m gonna warn you… this crew is not in the mood to be f#<&ed with today. And right now, I want to pummel something into pieces a hell of a lot more than I want these pips… so move your ass, sir.”
Mardusk, CoS
Captain Primrose’s cheeks instantly flushed red with anger after Mardusk completed his dress down. “Wha wha wha,” he stammered not sure exactly what the man had said. “What did he just say to me?” Looking to his aide he avoided looking at the large Orion. Not addressing the man directly would put this Lt. Commander Mardusk on edge. He would learn his place and learn how to address a superior officer. Until then, Primrose would just not speak directly to him.
“He said that you are in Captain Bordeaux’s seat. He stated that the remora attached to your hip which I assume is me should move to different seats because the crew is not,” he looked up at Mardusk with a hint of smirk and amusement in his eyes, “in the mood to be f#<&ed with today so move your ass....sir,” the aid paraphrased glancing every so often glancing back at Mardusk as if making sure what he said accurately captured the conversation. In any other situation, being called sucking parasite might have been insulting. For Lt. Dylan Fredrick though he just added it to the list of things he had been called since he was assigned to working with two men despised by fifty percent of Starfleet. Every day when be put on the tunic he wondered why he did it. Today was a reason why he did. He got to indirectly tell the pinhead arsehat he was transferred to exactly what he thought of him albeit using someone else’s word. “Did I get that correct…Commander,” he said trying to hide the smile on his face as he looked at Mardusk.
“Nailed it, Lieutenant. And on the first try.” Mardusk said as he crossed his massive arms across his more massive chest.
Primrose shot his aide a withering look and pulled at his tunic shirt. “Sir,” Dylan politely looked at his boss, “maybe we should just move to the middle....so we are closer to the....wall PaDD.” There wasn’t much to use as a reason to make Niles move however as much as Dylan would have enjoyed watching the large Orion pummel his boss into a sopping mess, it would only force Perkins to come in his place.
Standing up he moved not directly to a new seat but stopped at the replicator first to make it appear more casual. Once his butt was in a new seat, Niles looked up and glared at Mardusk. He thought about twenty things he could say to the security chief to letting a smile curl the edges of his mouth. He imagined reducing the Orion to a quivering mass begging him to not report him or give him a bad eval. It would come and when that day came Niles would relish it. “Sit Commander,” Niles said in a stern tone but careful not to direct him where to do it.
Captain Niles Primrose, Starfleet attache for Admiral Perkins
“Thanks, Captain. Don’t mind if I do.” and the Security Chief promptly sat down in the chair behind the desk vacated by the Captain. He looked at Primrose and said “Captain Niles Primrose. Formerly adjunct protocol officer for Admiral Has’reth of Starbase 26. Now attache for some other Admiral… can’t quite remember who, though. Meh… probably not important. Right, sir?” and he looked at Primrose as if daring him to say something. Mradusk knew he was being not-so-borderline insubordinate… but he didn’t have the time or the patience to play these stupid games Perkins was so fond of trying to play… even though he was absolutely terrible at them.
Mardusk, CoS (at least for the time being)
River was in Marine country prepping for her mission. She had just snapped on her last shine armour piece when the call came through. A harsh angry growl escaped her throat ass eh slammed her foot down. She looked to her marines who had all stopped to see her reaction “Finnish getting ready. While I deal with which ever pencil pushing, brown nosing, prissy piece of glorified tofu dared to call me away” she snapped as she left marine country still in her armour, minus her helmet. Rivers armour was scared and worn, a testament to the battles she had fought and the enemies he had crushed under her boot. it was far from parade standard but River didn’t care.
Moments later she arrived at the conference room. walking in she sighted the Primrose and stormed over to him “You better have a dam good reason for calling me here Captain. I am in the middle of prepping for a mission.” She snapped letting her anger and frustration poor out of her, making her tone one that would make even the hardest officers pause and most others shrink
“And it better not be your owner Perkins trying to slime his way into this ship or crew” she added hotly. She didn’t care about his rank, she knew who her CO was besides she had buried enough pencil pushing Captains like him in her time. She was in a bad mood her ship, crew and captain had been attacked and now she had been pulled away and delay from getting what she wanted. Revenge.
Lieut Styxx (A very angry OIC Marines)
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