Posted June 8, 2023, 12:19 a.m. by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Chief Petty Officer Jacen “Flex” Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) in Anger and Accountability…Flexing ones muscles…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Flexing ones muscles…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Kelly sat in her office drumming her fingertips on the desk. On the scale of bad ideas, this probably ranked in the top ten and she had had some pretty epic bad ideas. Looking at her clock, she noted the time and took a sip of coffee from the mug on her desk. Jacen would be ringing the chime on her door any second. Once he did it was going to be a hard sell. She could order him to comply with the job she wanted him to do but that would defeat the purpose. Kelly wanted Jacen to accept the task because he wanted to and not to be an automaton.Kelly Bordeaux CO
Flex stepped off the turbolift and moved silently towards the Captain’s office. He’d yet to meet the CO and was a little concerned with how suddenly his presence had been requested. Jacen didn’t know of anything he’d done that was bad enough to have him meeting with the big boss, but he figured the sooner he got there the less he’d have to think or speculate about it. Arriving at the office, Flex smoothed the front of his uniform jacket before pressing the door chime.
Flex
“Come,” Kelly yelled through the doors. The office was not typical of what one might assume to be that of a commanding officer. It had the fleet-issued desk and basic rigid decor with two chairs facing her desk. What set it apart was a large set of shelves behind the desk. Instead of commendations and awards adorning the shelves, however, it was a hodge podge of kitsch: a kazoo, horn, hacky sack ball, an African mask, a small metal toy robot, and an ornate tea cup to just name a few. None of the items seemed related but their prominent display indicated they had some value to the owner.
The walls of the room were decorated with more of a nautical theme of sailing ships except for a single jersey with the name ROBINSON printed on the back.
Seeing the man enter the room, Kelly motioned him towards one of the chairs as she turned her attention back to the comm call she was on with a man that sounded none too pleased.
“Bordeaux I am only going to say this once and I am not going to repeat myself,” Admiral McLaren’s voice was firm and unyielding. “Take the Atlantis and wait at the coordinates I am sending you or there will be hell to pay. And get some rest. You look like crap.”
Kelly clicked off the comm and looked at the man in her office. He fit the mold of the typical security officer yet Kelly needed someone that would also buck that mold.
“Chief,” she said resting her elbows on the table, “tell me about yourself.”
Kelly Bordeaux CO
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