Posted March 28, 2023, 4:21 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin "Q" Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) (ALEXANDER HAMPSHIRE)
Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Chief Weapons Officer Lt. Q Dawson reporting for Duty
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin “Q” Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) in Chief Weapons Officer Lt. Q Dawson reporting for Duty
Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Chief Weapons Officer Lt. Q Dawson reporting for Duty
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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
Q entered the room and was floored from then offset. The inside looked as though it had been designed by early 20th-century filmmaker Guillermo Del Toro. A veritable museum of horror. And its sole occupant seemed to be no exception. The man was a cyborg with an eye patch. You certainly don’t see those every day. Q made the connection between the body parts in the tank and the cybernetics of the captain. Q swallowed and let his stiff English upbringing take over. giving a smile, he reached out and took the captain’s hand in his. The hand he was holding seemed human despite the cybernetics it was attached to. this just made Q wonder whose hand it was in the tank. “Thank you, captain,” Q said releasing his hand. He went to sit where the captain had gestured took another look around the room. He began to notice the signed cubes about the office and thought they were memorabilia. Q made up his mind that the Captain simply suffered an accident somewhere and has a taste for the macabre. Nothing against that. He thought about what Kastarak must think of this office. When Taggert mentioned the french pastries, Q perked up slightly, “would those be macaroons, Sir?”
-LT. Quentin Q Dawson (CWO)
Chris looked up from his coffee cup which said, “Galaxies Second Best Captain” with Second marked out and “Third” written above in red letters. “Yes. That’s it. As long as they taste good. That’s all that matters.” Reaching to grab one and eating it. “Hmm. Pretty good. Have as many as you’d like, if not, I’ll get fat! But joking aside Mr. Dawson. Why did you want to come be the Chief Weapons Officer aboard the Chernov. You know we are a Battlecruiser and a very proven one at that?”
Captain Chris Taggart, CO
Q reached out and took one of the desserts and sampled it. A tart and sweet taste of raspberry greeted the first bite and Q smiled. He was already beginning to relax to this new captain. The man had an infectious humor. Q thought this man could make a Klingon prison planet seem like a mild inconvenience on an otherwise splendid vacation. The thought made Q chuckle.
Q cleared his throat before answering the captain’s question, “Well, sir, I believe it is precisely that reason why I chose this. As you may have read in my file, my life was on a very different path before Starfleet. One that wasn’t of my choosing. So, I decided to break from that life. To choose something that so drastically opposed it. Also, what better way to earn a sister’s pride than through bravery in the face of great danger? I suppose I also was drawn to this from my favorite stories. I loved the tales of Cyrano De Bergerac and Don Quixote. Warriors who bring romanticism to an unloving world.” Q shrugged and leaned back in his chair, “Also, you said yes, sir.”
-LT. Quentin Q Dawson (CWO)
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