Posted March 4, 2021, 11:40 p.m. by Colonel Calvin Harris (Marine Commander) (Jerome Davis)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Friends of the Ferengi (Open to All)
OOC: This will be a self-contained semi-short side sim set in an unspecified time frame. Think filler episode of a Star Trek show. Anyone is welcome to join!Picking an away team was never easy. There were so many good officers on the ship, each of them would bring something uniquely valuable to any uncertain situation. And this situation was definitely uncertain. It was first contact with a race of beings who had just achieved warp technology, but the Ferengi had been the welcoming committee. Usually this would make Renveer nervous about the new species’ first impression of the larger galactic community, but apparently the meeting had gone well and the Hilbon and the Ferengi had become fast friends. But then again, that also made Renveer nervous.
Initially reports on the culture of the species heavily emphasized their obsession with games. Mind puzzles, traps, tests of wit and ingenuity. Perhaps a bit pretentious of them to feel entitled to test older civilizations, but whatever challenge they had administered to the Feregni, apparently they had passed it. Now, Starfleet hoped to do the same, to start off on the right foot.
To that end, Renveer was attempting to compile an away team that was diverse in their thinking, but flexible enough to work together. Renveer was not a competitive person, but when diplomacy was on the line, he intended to win.
And yet, Renveer knew that many people were more creative than he knew. Solving number problems, riddles, playing strategic games, were all hobbies and pursuits that were not usually included in personnel files. So instead, he sent out a general inquiry:
“Attention Dresden crewmen rank Ensign an above. Please report to Lieutenant Commander Renveer’s office at your earliest convenience if you are interested in assisting with first contact with the Hilbon.”
(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)
Newly minted Gunnery Sergeant Brianna Reyes was standing at the now suddenly open door to Colonel Calvin Harris’ office, Marine Detachment Commander of the Dresden, and the Non-Comm looked surprised as well as a bit concerned. Harris looked up at the puzzled looking young woman and smiled. “What is it Jersey? You look concerned.” He snorted softly.
“Raven…” She gestured to the Deck above her. “… did you hear the Exec?!?! He’s just gonna go rando on a FCM?! You are going aren’t you!?” Harris sighed and nodded. “Yes Gunny…” He smiled as he had for near two weeks now when he used the young woman’s new rank. Brianna Reyes was like a second child and his long time Aide. “… I’m not gonna let Renveer go gallivanting off on some crazy crusade without an old hand at First Contact Missions.” He said as he pointed to the FCM Medal on his ribbon rack, the two large gold stars signifying ten FCMs. “I’m going… I don’t think it would be a good idea for the Exec to run off on this without my help.” He stood up and began unbuttoning the khaki Undress Marine Class-B. “And I’ll be damned if Molly’s gonna worry about this. Lord know’s she’s got her hands full as is!” Harris hung up the shirt and pulled the Black & Green Marine Tunic from the hanger next to it, slipping it over his shoulders. “Make sure to keep the kids in line while I’m out, alright Jersey.” The young woman smiled as she turned to return to her desk. “No prob Pops”
Five minutes later, Harris strode up to Renveer’s office door and hit the chime.
Reyes/Harris
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