Posted June 1, 2023, 10:02 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)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) 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.
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.
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?”
“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.”
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.
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.”
Mardusk listened to Flexwood speak, and he was clearly unimpressed. “So you didn’t want to be here, you just didn’t want to go home. Great. Fantastic. Awesome, even. I just love being someone’s last choice.” and he shook his head. “And you are just proving my point, Chief. I told you when we walked in- Marines coming to Fleet Security rarely works out well. And this is exactly why. I just asked you how you think you would do moving from Marines to Security and you proceeded to tell me how bad-ass you are in a fight. Which I do not doubt in the slightest. I’ve known a lot of Marines. Better fighters one would be hard-pressed to find. But your abilities as a marksman? Your ‘expertise in small unit combat tactics’? Yeah… those mean exactly jack AND s#!t here. If you have to fight to do this job? You suck at it. If you have to put hands on someone to get your goal achieved? Somewhere along the way you failed. If you have to shoot somebody? Hell, if you even have to draw your damn phaser?! Then you have done something absolutely screwed up to get to that point.” He stood up and came around the desk and stood in front of Flexwood and looked down at him while he leaned against the desk. He spoke in measured words, with a tone that drove home the importance of his words.
Flex watched as he large man moved around the desk in a move that might intimidate others, and cocked his head to the side at the man’s response. Was he serious right now? Was he joking? Was he trying provoke a reaction in order to get Jacen sent home before he ever started his job. If he was going to get shipped out, he was going to say his piece though…
“With all due respect sir, I am not proving your point… but you’re damned sure trying hard to. I’ve already stated that for Fleet officers to engage in a fire fight means that the mission has in some sense failed when you asked me how serving in the Fleet would be different than with the Marines. You didn’t ask how I would do… you asked about skills… I never claimed to be a badass, I provided an assessment of my relative strengths and weaknesses and you dismissed them as “Jack” and “Shit”. Which is disingenuous at best given that Star-Fleet history is riddled away missions gone awry and military conflicts. Yes the Fleet is meant for exploration, but even explorers need protection… that’s why the ships are so heavily fortified. I obviously will have plenty to learn about Fleet operations, that’s why I’m here. Subordinates learn from those they serve under.”
“As for being a last choice… that’s a bombastic oversimplification if I’ve ever heard one. Life is full of nuance, which you gladly disregarded because it did not fit your narrative of Marines not being fit to serve in the Fleet.” He paused a moment to catch his breath and was cut off by the COS.
“Now, I am not saying that fighting is never the answer.” he said to begin. “Sometimes, VERY RARELY, we have to resort to force to keep the peace. I have even gone so far as to utilize deadly force while on duty. But it is always a last resort. I don’t give a damn how strong you are. I don’t care if you know every martial art under every sun. I don’t care if you can shoot a moving flea off a targ’s back without singeing a single hair at a hundred paces. My best officers? They don’t fight. They don’t yell, they don’t threaten, they don’t throw down and they don’t intimidate. They talk. They investigate. They negotiate. And they help people find consensus before they come to blows. My best officers have never drawn their weapon outside of practice. And they still command the respect of those they serve with. So when they are called into a situation? They are already in control. Because everyone on the ship knows that they are there to help… not drop their proverbial d!<ks on the table and demand people behave themselves.” He took a breath and then said “So again I ask you… how do you see those skills you learned as a Marine transferring to my Security section here on the Atlantis?”
Flex took a measured breath. He wasn’t sure how he’d come across as a chest beating individual, but he’d clearly made a poor first impression and needed to start over. “The greatest skill I learned in the Marines that will serve me aboard the Atlantis was the ability to work with any and everyone to accomplish the mission.” He wasn’t sure how much detail he could go into because he wasn’t sure how much of his record had been redacted. “We would be planetside for months at a time, often in unfriendly confines and would have to build relationships and work with the locals for everything from intel to simply having the resources to eat and drink clean water.”
“I’m not a battering ram that tries to knock in every door.” He let his words end there, his impression was that the COS had already made up his mind and Flex doubted his words would change that drastically. He just needed the opportunity to prove his value.
Mardusk looked at him and then just shook his head before standing up and moving back to his chair. “Ok, lets try a different tact, shall we? Tell me, Chief… what is the primary purpose of the Marines? And after that… tell me what the primary purpose of Star Fleet Security is. What is our main purpose for existing?”
Jacen found this exercise exhausting, as an enlisted service member he’d fully expected a meet and greet and then to be shipped off to follow orders from one of the COS’s numerous subordinates who still outranked Flex, but instead he found himself in the midst of a full on philosophy exam that he didn’t know to study for. He wondered if Mardusk grilled each of the hundreds of security personnel this same way or if he has a special taste for grilling former Marines since they ‘rarely work out well’.
“The primary purposes of the Marines are to keep the peace when and where necessary, to provide humanitarian aid to those in need, to do as the President of the Federation directs, and remain prepared and organized to fight effectively on land, sea, air, or space.” He said.
“The primary purposes of Star-Fleet Security are to develop a sense of security, confidence, and trust in the community or in this case the ship while maintaining the peace, providing public services where needed, enforcing Federation law. We protect crew from aggressors, each other, and themselves in the most civil manner possible so that they can best do their jobs.”
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