Posted Sept. 6, 2022, 12:51 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Ensign Samuel Andrew McIntyre (Security officer) in DH CHECK IN
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in DH CHECK IN
Posted by Ensign Samuel Andrew McIntyre (Security officer) in DH CHECK IN
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Security Deck
USS Atlantis SD: 2398
Ensign Samuel A. McIntyreSam after exiting the office of the Ships Counselor made his way back to the elevator and took it to the security deck. Upon arrival, he exited the elevator and made his way down the long hallway passing other security personnel along the way. Until he reached the office door marked Chef of Security, pushed the button to notify COS, and waited until he was summoned.
Ensign Samuel A. McIntyre
The door was situated 8n a large room containing the Security Operations station. The duty officer, a Tellarite Lieutenant, looked up and grunted. “Hey kid, the boss is on a Command call. In two minutes he’ll be free. You’re the new guy, right?”
Lt. Kradek, Security Duty Officer
Sam looked at the Tellarite Lieutenant and stood at attention and saluted the Lieutenant. ” Sir yes sir and understood lieutenant.”
Ensign McIntyre Security Officer
The Tellerite’s eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. “Ok, you gotta stop that. Chief will hang your skin on his office door if you start barking garbage like that around him. This isn’t some Andorian Defense Force cadre, kid. It’s Star Fleet. We don’t do that-” and he made a more than a rude approximation of a salute with a single digit extended, “- around here. Meet the Chief, come to attention surely. But you throw up a salute?! Man, he’ll rip your arm off and feed it to ya.”
It was at that moment that the door slid open and avoid e like crashing boulders boomed out “It’s open.” Lt. Kradek grinned and said “Good luck.” and jerked a thumb at the door.
At first glance, it was similar and different from any other office. The floor wasn’t carpeted, instead being a textured, non-slip surface like that found in Engineering. Some shelves around the room with their lighting with various things scattered across them… a cracked Jem’Hadar helmet… a well-used bat’leth… and a piece of warped and blackened metal. Mementos of the Chief’s past probably. Then the standard small meeting area nearest the door. But as one’s view moved further into the room and reached the desk at the back, things changed. The desk was at least half again as big as a normal one. Which was odd, because the figure seated behind it looked normal in comparison. It took most people a second or two to register that the figure was not, indeed, normal. He was true massive.
As the Ensign entered, the figure stood up. And when he finished standing, he was noticeably over seven feet in height. Yes, he was an Orion… but he was muscular even for that species. His arms were most likely as big around as most individual’s waists, and his chest and shoulders were as broad as some station consoles. He looked at McIntyre as he came in, emerald eyes flashing as he said “You McIntyre? Commander Mardusk. Been expecting you. Take a seat.” he reached across the desk to offer him his hand in greeting.Mardusk, CoS
Sam shook the Commander’s hand after the commander’s hand extended his to Sam, noticing the difference in both men’s stature yes Sam was tall and athletic and muscular for his species but spoke at the Commander’s question” Yes sir Commander I am.” Sam sat across from his department head confidently.
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk sat down, the chair letting out a protest, and he interlaced his fingers and set his hands on the desk. “Welcome aboard. So tell me about yourself, Ensign. And don’t waste time reciting your personnel record, ok? I’ve read it. Tell me what’s not in there.”
Mardusk, CoS
Sam looked at his department head with the conference of someone who had a military upbringing and one who had been around Starfleet.” My record speaks for itself sir as for what’s not in it at some point in my career sir I would like to command a ship of my own someday.
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk looked at him for a minute without speaking. He then said “So I tell ya not to talk about your record, and the first words outta your mouth are about your record… I hope you are better listening to people during work.” he stood up and went to the replicator. “Want anything?” he asked over his shoulder.
Sitting back down, he took a drink of his water and then said “So why the switch from the Marines to Star Fleet? You could still be in Command in the Marines. So… why the change?”
Mardusk, CoS
Sam looked at the Lt. Commander as he grabbed a drink from the replicator and sat back down following his movements carefully.” Yes sir I will not speak of my record and no thank you to the drink, sir. And yes I probably would be in command if I stayed in the Marines, I switched because I wanted the change of pace and because of a girl sir she was a Sargent and we dated for a while and she took a promotion we split because if not it would mean the end to one of our careers she was later Kia during a mission. So I left instead of re-uping for the next 10 years and switched.
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk took another drink and shook his head. “My guy, you gotta take that stick out or you aren’t gonna be able to make it here… or even sit comfortably.” and he chuckled. “You call me Chief. Or Commander. I prefer Chief. No sir, unless it’s some stupid formal garbage the Skipper drags us into. And you talk to me like we are on the same team because we are. I’m in charge, yeah… and what that means is the crap lands on me before you. And my job is to make sure that the only butt-chewing you get is from me. Understand?”
Mardusk, CoS
” Gottcha Chef and don’t worry bout that stick ‘cause that trauma isn’t an issue anymore. And I understand the formal situation and yes we are all on the same team as for the butt chewing I’ll do what I can not to receive one but, for me if I screw up Chef that’s my screw-up, and yes, I will take the full responsibility for it and I understand that will still fall back on you.” Sam replied stairing at his department head in the direction of the eyes from his seated position.
McIntyre Security Officer
“Damn straight it will. Glad we have that settled. Now… strengths and weaknesses. Full self-assessment. Go.” Mardusk said and then opened a drawer and pulled out a clear bag of some kind filled with strips of… something. “Jerky?” he asked as he pulled a piece out and ripped a bite off of it.
Mardusk, CoS
” Thanks, chef!” Sam grabbed a piece and took a bite. ” Damn that’s good as for strengths and weaknesses strengths I am an expert marksman and in hand-to-hand combat, I learn quickly and have a photographic memory and I take things from a tactical and a command standpoint as well. Weaknesses besides basic human sickness and science I tend to think as a Marine first then as security but I am working on that problem Chef.”
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk listened and then sighed. “Listen, McIntyre… if you want to set yourself apart? Worry less about marksmanship and combat, and worry more about psychology and sentient behavior. Because I would rather have five security officers who can’t shoot for crap but who know how to talk to people, than a hundred that can shoot a gnat off a target’s ass at a hundred meters. You aren’t a Marine anymore. Combat isn’t the go-to or the mission. Your job now is to talk to people, find out information, and make sure that you have exhausted every. Last. Option. before you draw that damn phaser. And I’ll tell you this: you ask any one of your security teammates on this ship and they’ll tell you the same thing. You pull that thing before you have done that and I will bounce your ass off this ship even if a tribunal says it was justified. Because we are here to protect and serve… not oppress and control.”
Mardusk, CoS
” Understood Chef !” Sam replied to his department head’s statement
McIntyre, Security Officer
Mardusk nodded once and leaned back. “Good. Now… tell how you are gonna be an asset to this Security team without telling how good you are in a fight.”
Mardusk, CoS
” Very well chef, in that case, it would take each situation from the scientific point of view like gathering evidence and listening to each person’s point of view. And asking questions of all involved. Cause the last thing we need in any situation is a planetary incident and like ya made clear the last thing we need is a firefight.” Sam replied to the Commander as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in.
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk grinned and said “Bully. Good. So… here’s how it’s gonna work. You are the new guy, so that means you get the shifts that the others don’t. So that would be the graveyard shift most of the time; 0000 hours to 0800. You’ll start on patrol and rounds. You’ll report to the OOD for the shift Any problems they don’t handle or concerns they don’t address, you come to me. And if you get stuck, I damn well expect you to ask for help or clarification.” He pointed at the comm badge on his massive chest. “These things work twenty-four seven. Use it. I would rather you call me at two in the morning to ask a stupid a$$ question than guess and get yourself in trouble. Good?”
Mardusk, CoS
Sam looked at the comm badge on the chef’s chest before he responded. ” gottcha chef.” Was Sam’s response to the commander’s orders and what was being explained to him by the commander?
McIntyre Security Officer
Gravel waited a moment and then said “Ok. What questions do you have?”
Mardusk, CoS
Sam looked at the chef as he spoke before replying. ” No chef I got it to report to the officer on deck Lt. Kradek for the security graveyard shift.” Sam replied.
McIntyre Security Officer
Mardusk waited a few heartbeats and then said “Ok, then what are you waiting for?! Get moving, Ensign! You’ve got check ins and unpacking to do before you go to work! Get on it!” and he looked down at the desk and began reading.
Mardusk, CoS
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