Posted Jan. 12, 2019, 8:24 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) (Brandon Irvine)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amari Brooks (Executive Officer) in Office: Chief of Staff
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Office: Chief of Staff
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amari Brooks (Executive Officer) in Office: Chief of Staff
The first officer made her way smartly to the door of the Chief of Staff’s office. She was curious to meet the man who would be her link to most of the crew. If anyone could offer insight in must be him. She was fit and looked good in command red, though going from blue to red had taken some adjusting. She took just a moment to glance at her reflection to make sure her black puff on top of her head was neatly in place, and smoothed down quickly her baby hairs in front. She smiled and activated the chime.-Lt. Cmdr. Amari Brooks, XO
“Come in,” came the response a couple of moments later.
When she did, she would see a lopsided desk, with three legs raised and a pair of Starfleet-issue boots sticking out from underneath.
Entering Amari took in the odd sight. Though it wasn’t the strangest thing she had ever seen on a starship, it was certainly up there.
“Blasted things. It’s like they’re designed to require an engineer to tamper with… I mean, adjust,” came a voice from somewhere near the remaining unadjusted leg, before a pop and a metallic grinding noise accompanied the desk leveling off again.
“Fortunately for me, I’m related to a few,” the voice said, sliding out from under the desk and popping up to a full standing posture.
“How can I help you, Commander?” Brad asked, after recognizing his visitor.
Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of StaffAmari smiled her friendly smile revealing a large set of pearly whites. He black puff sat neatly on top of her head. “I’m just making the rounds Commander Walker. Familiarizing myself with the ship and the various departments. Do you have a minute to talk perhaps? May I sit down?”
-Lt. Cmdr. Brooks, XO
“Sure,” Brad said, waving her into one of the seats opposite the desk while dragging his own back from where he’d kicked it out of the way at the beginning of his adjustment job. “That’s the curse of a job like this, plenty of time to do anything but what you originally signed up for.”
To illustrate his point, he grabbed a PaDD and looked at the subject before tossing it back on his desk with a scoff. “Yep, definitely can’t say I joined Starfleet to sign off on requests to restock our supply of one-size-fits-all, unisex sanitary surgical scrubs,” he said.
Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff
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