Posted Aug. 5, 2020, 8:54 a.m. by Ensign Jerryd Tass (Security Officer) (Tim Lumsden)
Posted by Lieutenant Jean Hugo (CNS/Chief of Security) in Fresh Fish : Location COS office
Posted by Ensign Jerryd Tass (Security Officer) in Fresh Fish : Location COS office
The turbolift doors slid shut, “Deck 29,” Tass requested as he set his duffel down. The lift came to life. He watched as the screen counted up. As they approached each floor, Jerryd quietly announced the deck and what departments were on each. He had spent most of the transport going over the specs of the ship and familiarizing himself with the mapped decks.Soon, he stepped out and made his way to the squad room, finding an empty desk, he dropped off his belongings before heading to the COS office.
“Sir? Ensign Jerryd Tass reporting for duty.” He extended a PADD before continuing, “My transfer orders, a copy of my Oath of Celibacy as per Starfleet requirement, and a manifest of my pheromone inhibitors to also be delivered to the CMO. It is an honor to be posted aboard The USS Chimera.”
Jerryd Tass (Security)
Hugo looked up from his desk, which was fairly barren as he had only arrived on board a few days before. He was about to respond to the ensign but rose his eyebrows, “Apologies, ensign, it isn’t every day that I meet someone who leads with an oath of celibacy and a list of pheromones.”
Jerryd flinched at realizing his potential faux pas but tried to remain composed, “Uh yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. Most seem to have issue with my race being in Starfleet, so I try to nip most objections or concerns in the bud…”
Hugo took the PaDD and skimmed over it, “Oh, yes, I do recall seeing your name come through. Welcome aboard, Ensign Tass,” he motioned to a chair in front of his desk, “please, have a seat.” Hugo looked back at the PaDD and read over a few parts of it in detail. “Mr. Tass, before we move further into the check-in, I just want to let you know. I am also the ship’s counselor. For Security officers, this creates the potential for conflicts of interest. I strive to maintain appropriate boundaries and in general, will fulfill this role simultaneously for all officers aboard the ship. That said, if at any time you or another Security officer needs to consult with Counseling and would prefer to speak with someone else, please let me know and I will arrange for that without a second thought.”
“I do not believe that will be an issue Sir,” Tass replied as he took a seat across from his chief. “But I appreciate the offer and will take it into consideration should counseling services be required.”
Hugo leaned back in his chair and folded his hands into his lap, “So, you’re Deltan. You must forgive me, it is not a species that I am as familiar with as I perhaps should be. Is there anything you think I should know about that? Otherwise, why don’t you simply tell me a bit about yourself and we can get acquainted.”
-Lt. J. Hugo
“Deltans are often a concern aboard a starship. But I assure you there will be no reason for such. My people have a reputation for our more sexual maturity. We are required to take an oath upon joining Starfleet that we will refrain from engaging in sexual relationships in order to protect those we might get involved with. My body produces pheromones that must be controlled. Without such control, they could have an almost mind altering effect upon those who spend too long around me.”
“As far as myself is concerned, there isn’t much interesting to tell. My parents are doctors. My mother serves aboard the Deltan ship “Askara” as the CMO. My father is a professor of Xenobiology. My Sister, a civil engineer on Delta IV, is assisting in rebuilding the cities on the Southern continent after tectonic disruption caused massive damages.” He opted to leave out his brother but his hand absently brushed his upper arm where a large scar was kept to remind him of the accident at the academy that claimed his twin’s life. “At the academy I majored in Security and minored in Forensics, passing with high honors in both.”
“I enjoy painting and have taken a particular interest in a human game called Poker.” he smiled at remembering the fun he had at the academy as his roommate taught him how to play and the nuances of bluffing. Tass quickly remembered where he was and shook himself back to the present. He was acting unprofessional. Reminiscing was for fools. “Sorry Sir. I assure, my personal interests will not interfere with my performance aboard the Chimera.”
Jerryd Tass (Security)
© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service
Version 1.15.11
RSS Feed