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Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)

Posted May 24, 2023, 11:40 a.m. by Chief Petty Officer Jacen "Flex" Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) (Justin Wood)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Jacen “Flex” Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) in Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)
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“The Chief’ll be back in a few minutes. Just went to check something. New guy, huh?” She eyes him in a blatant appraisal and then said “So where you coming from?” A voice like rolling thunder came from the door to the passageway and said “You can get to know him after his check-in, C’treb.” Walking into the Security Center was a massive Orion. Over seven feet tall and built like a wall of muscle, the gigantic green-skinned figure looked down at Flexwood and said “Lieutenant Commader Gravel Mardusk. You must be the new CPO they sent.” and he stuck out a truly massive hand towards the enlisted man.

Mardusk, CoS

Jacen was about to respond to the NLt when a powerful voice cut him off. He turned to see the large green skinned Chief of Security walking towards him. The man was large even for Orion standards. A smile crossed Flex’s face as a thought occurred to him, he was usually the largest person in the room and he would look average by comparison to the COS.

He shook the offered hand. “Yes sir. Jacen Flexwood, pleased to meet you Commander.” The COS’s grip was as strong as you’d expect from a man of his size. To someone younger and less experienced it might be intimidating, but Flex had learned a long time ago that there was always a bigger fish in the ocean.

Flex

Mardusk nodded and said “C’mon. Follow me.” and he led the CPO through the door marked ‘Chief Of Security’.

Flex fell in a couple steps behind the COS and followed him into the office.

On first glance, the office was both similar and different to any other office. The floor wasn’t carpeted; instead being a texured , non-slip surface like that found in Engineering but lit from underneath giving the room a somewhat softer lightning than most. Some shelves around the room had their own brighter lighting with various things set across them… a Jem’Hadar helmet with a massive crack running the length of it… a well used and cared for bat’leth… and piece of warped and blackend metal. Mementos of the Chief’s past probably. Then there was the standard small meeting area nearest the door with a table and five chairs, one substantially larger than the others. 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.

As he entered the room, his eyes did an unconscious sweep… left to right… high to low… He took note of the various pieces of memorabilia chronicling the large Orion’s past. He was sure that each of them must come with an intriguing story for another time.

Mardusk moved to the back of the office where sat a large desk against the back wall with two chairs in front of it. “Have a seat.” he said as he sat down and jabbed a thick green finger at the desk interface.

Jacen took a seat in the chair on the right.

“So… Marines and now Fleet, huh?” he said as he reviewed the file. He looked up and said “Gotta say, Chief… that doesn’t work out too well in my experience. So tell me… what’s the difference between the missions of Fleet Security and the Marines?”

Mardusk, CoS

“To be concise sir, Fleet missions are much more diplomatic… where as many times by the time the Marines get sent in it’s shoot first and ask questions later. In my experience, Marines being sent in means that for one reason or another the Fleet mission was unsuccessful.”

Flex

Mardusk leaned back and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Really? Ok… so why would you want to trade the one for the other? And how do you see your skills you learned as a Marine transferring to the Security section?” he asked.

Mardusk, CoS

Flex watched the COS’s reaction and couldn’t tell if he didn’t like the answer or if he was just trying to assess the Petty Officer sitting before him. “I was a Special Forces Operator… and a good one.. but our last mission went south and I suffered a significant injury. The way things are, I was never going to be able to lead men without a commission. While I’m physically capable of performing my duties, the lingering effects of my injury made it unlikely that I would be able to achieve the elite physical standards necessary to qualify for Marine SpecOps Officer training.” He said bluntly.

“My choices became, getting put out to pasture with an early medical retirement… not an option. Continuing on as a NCO Operator… no possibility of upward mobility. Or pursuing my commission in the Fleet. So here I am.” Jacen said.

He mulled over the last part. “I believe my skill set will make me a valuable addition to any security division. I’m a trained marksman who has specialized in small unit combat tactics. I’m used to operating in chaotic situations that require the mental agility to adapt on the fly. My units were often sent into areas with challenging objectives and tasked with getting the job done which we did more than 93% of the time.” Jacen’s tone was matter-of-fact, he wasn’t intending to boast.

“The biggest area I’m going to have to adapt to is all of the shipboard operations. I’m used to operating in the more individual and physical elements of the job. Technological and system elements will be relatively new, but I’m a diligent worker and a quick study so I won’t allow myself to be a liability.”

Flex


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