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CoS Office - Let's Call It 'Sensitivity Training' (Tag XO, OPS)

Posted July 7, 2020, 10:22 p.m. by Lieutenant Nathan Harland (Counselor) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Charles Tenkiller (Chief of Security) in CoS Office - Let’s Call It ‘Sensitivity Training’ (Tag XO, OPS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in CoS Office - Let’s Call It ‘Sensitivity Training’ (Tag XO, OPS)
SNIP

It was an hour before he had told the OPs chief to be there in his office. Tenkiller activated the comms and said =^= Security Chief to XO. Ma’am, need ya in my office asap. Thank you. =^= and he sat back and drummed his fingers on the desk.

Tenkiller, CoS

Jessica tapped her comm badge getting up from her desk. =/\= Do I need to run or can I get there with a jaunty saunter =/\= Jessica asked heading towards the door. Her comment showed the laid back nature of the command crew when they were not on red alert. Tenkiller probably would have just site to site transported her there if it was actually an emergency. Luckily her response was almost as short as the trip to his office. Palming the door lock, Jessica waited after hearing the trills announce her for Tenkiller to let her in.

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

The office was organized and efficient, as one would expect, but the personal items inside were unique. On shelves around the room were items most would be unfamiliar with past the basics: Various pieces of leather decorated with paint and beads. Feathers of some large bird. A hide drum. Pictures of people who shared the complexion of the man seated at the desk as the doors opened… a weathered reddish-brown skin and deep black hair and dark brown eyes. A large skull of some black-horned animal hung high on the wall behind the desk. Below it, in a transparent case, was a large hide-like shirt with intricate bead-work and adorned with feathers on the shoulders. A beaded necklace hung around the neck. On a shelf next to the door sat an odd-angled club and some kind of axe-like tool. Unlike the rest of the items, these seemed to be both easily accessible… and well cared for and used.

Tenkiller stood and placed his hands behind his back. “Thanks for comin’ Commander.” he said, his Oklahoma accent giving a slight drawl to his words. He took a seat as she did and began.

“Seems we had a bit of a… ‘verbal mishap’… last night in the Mess between our CSO and the Ops Chief. A… well…” and he looked uncomfortable for a second and then set his hands flat on the desk. “Ya know what, I’m just gonna call it like it is. Ops Chief called the CSO a ‘Rommie’. And yeah, that’s what he said. I was sittin’ right there when he opened his mouth. And you and I both know that is at the best of times a bit on the racist side. But here?” and he pointed out the window in the direction of the now shattered planets. “Now? Ma’am, I’m tellin’ ya… that ain’t right on so many levels. I told Lieutenant JG Brako to meet you and I here to discuss it, but figured you and I should be on the same page before he arrives.”

Tenkiller, CoS

Jessica sat and tried to keep her expression neutral inside her head however all she think was ah pluck a duck. Jessica hated these conversations so there was only one thing to do. Sure it could be seen as the chicken way out but there was also the old saying rank had it’s privileges. Tapping her comm badge she called the one person in the room that wasn’t here and probably had a litnay of ways to handle this. =/\=Lt. Harland please come to Lt Commander Tenkillers office =/\= She said.

=/\=If one of my kids took something just put it on Aedan’s tab, he owes me…=/\= Nathan said with a frustrated grunt as Mara slipped from his grasp as her half-naked body went streaking from the room.

“No bath!” she shouted and screamed as she ran past Molly, who seemed completely oblivious of her cousin’s antics.

=/\=On second thought ma’am you can take them all.=/\= Nathan said as Molly looked at him with a confused look as Nathan scowled.

“You get to be on baby cousin duty, good luck…” Nathan said as he placed Mara’s shirt he had removed into Molly’s chest as he got up as he found his uniform jacket draped over a chair in the kitchen as he put it on.

“That’s not fair… I was going to the beach with Hannah and Steven… you know I had been planning this trip for weeks.” Molly said with a look of sheer panic as she seemed to realize she wasn’t going to be able to leave on time if Nathan was gone.

“It’s only going to be a little bit, Aunt Chloe will be home soon and relive you… and if you’re good I’ll consider the fact that you are going to one of Aedan’s beaches and were told by Chloe and I that was a no go… don’t act like you don’t know why I am talking about.” Nathan said with a wink as he grabbed an apple from the table as he left the quarters.

Looking at Tenkiller, Jessica shrugged. “Counselors eat sleep and breath this stuff. If Harland comes in here though and suggests a twenty-hour course on equity training I may forget my southern manners.”

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

Tenkiller smiled and said “If that’s the suggestion, I got an airlock right next door. Ain’t nobody gonna know a thing.”

Tenkiller, CoS

OOC: bump .. can’t lose this! <G> .. Gene

Ten minutes passed before Nathan paged the door, waiting to find out just what was going on. He realized halfway to the office, he never once asked what they needed. Chance to get away from children could do wonders for a parent’s morale.

Harland, CNS

The sound of the door pinging made Jessica jump up like a jack in the box. “I got that.” She hated meetings like this regardless of the name: Courageous conversation, Avoiding honorable avoidance, critical conversations, Eliminating conversations. In her experience, it should be called a screamversation or silenversation because topics like this tended to resolve into how was the loudest or someone tuning you out. No matter the name it was all the same and generally penned by someone from Nathan’s division. Back home in Texas your grandma generally dealt with a breach in etiquette reminding you to treat others as you wanted to be treated yourself however Nana’s lectures never came with a certificate or found manual to follow along with. Since Nathan’s department was the ones who came up with the fancy terms and slide shows, he was just the man to give his two cents.

The other benefit was Nathan was easy on the eyes and had a smolder to his voice and manner. While Stienhold Benjamin was an absolutely lovely counselor, the man’s voice created a narcoleptic effect on Jessica. When you coupled that with Stienhold’s habit of calling out someone’s name three times to ensure they were on the roster if they did not respond fast enough, Teller....Teller....Teller....Jessica avoided him at all costs when possible.

“Nathan,” Jessica opened the door and made a sweeping gesture with her arm into the room. “You were just the man I wanted to see. Can I get you coffee,” she instantly went into hostess mode. Many people found it odd she would bring snacks and drinks to someone in her office or this case Tenkiller’s office but she had the rank were most wouldn’t ask what she was doing. Jessica had learned long ago however at he debutante ball just how surreptitious having something in your hands could be. A well-placed sip of your drink could hide a shocked expression, retain a poker face, or save one from blurting out something they might regret later.

Jessica Teller

Bump

Nathan eyed the room, he was gathering information as he did as he took in the details. He had a habit of absorbing and learning from people and his surroundings and he smiled softly at Jessica. “Coffee is fine Commander,” Nathan said with a deep breath as he took a step in, unsure exactly what they needed him for as he looked around with curious glances at the room and the people in it. “And maybe some answers as to what is needed of me might help as well,” Nathan said as he nodded over at Tenkiller.

Nathan Harland, CNS


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