Posted March 28, 2023, 9:45 a.m. by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) (Travis Good)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin “Q” Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) in Chief Weapons Officer Lt. Q Dawson reporting for Duty
After arriving on the Chernov and completing his examinations, Q made his way to see Captain Taggert. It was the first time he was a department head and reporting to the Captain instead of a CO. Dawson had to admit the thought made him a little nervous. But, this had been what he had wanted. He had left his old life behind him and moving forward. Q stood up straight, hands behind his back, and a stoic expression on his face. Only one chance for a first impression and all that. HE rang the door chime to the Captain’s ready room and waited for the response.–LT. Quentin Q Dawson (CWO)
Chris was at his fish tank by the meeting room portion of his office feeding the little devils when he heard the chime. “Come!” Came a powerful voice but not booming or loud but even toned and professional. When Quentin entered the office he would notice a lot of very horror themed little cube boxes everywhere and they were either in glass cases or on little stands. There were pictures of very grotesque humanoids with all manners of their skin either peeled off, burned or cut for a reason and they were all autographed. Sitting on his desk was a cube shape box like the others but it was covered in light brown butcher wrapping paper and sealed with a read wax insignia. This would indicate that this very box was very precious to the Captain. Over where Chris was standing to the right of the entryway, was a 4 foot tall, round glass tank filled with a lightish blue liquid that was not really water but something else and inside of it was a partially eaten right arm and a partially eaten left leg and all showed signs of them being ripped off before being eaten. And there was a perfectly severed right hand cut below the wrist in there as well.
Quentin would notice looking at the captain that he has scars on the right side of his face and he wore an eye patch. His right arm and left leg were both cybernetic and that might explain the body parts floating in the tank but he has his right hand. Who’s hand could that be? Looking up from the fish tank next to the body parts. He smiled. “Oh! Hello. You must be Quentin Dawson the new Chief Weapons Officer. I am Chris Taggart. Welcome to the Chernov.” HE walked over to him and put his hand out for a shake. “Please have a seat over there by that cart filled with refreshments. I have coffee and tea and some French pastries that begin with a M.” He walked over there as well and poured himself some coffee with cream. “Want a cup?”
Captain Chris Taggart, CO
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