Posted Jan. 19, 2019, 1:33 a.m. by Lieutenant Ush'ast Rah-Triton (Chief of Security) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in CoS Office: Flynn’s arrival
By the time Flynn arrived at the the Security office his anger had ebbed away and been replaced by eager anticipation, even the reminder of Elaine couldn’t destroy the excitement he felt at the prospect of having a Klingon Chief of Security. Finally, finally he might finally have a superior officer who wasn’t a pencil pusher or pansy. His superior on the U.S.S Trident had been a bald young man who was content for nothing more than to sit behind a desk and played it safe. He was almost confident that a Klingon officer would be nothing like that.
He pushed the chime to the CoS’s Office and took a step back. Reflexifly, his hands smothed out his hair and uniform until he looked more like a model than a Starfleet Officer. He wasn’t a proud man, but he’d learnt in his teenage years that his charm was more effect when he maintained his looks. Now making sure he looked emmaculate came as second nature to him.
Ensign Flynn
Security
A voice came from the other side of the door. “Come!”
Inside was a thin Earth female with blond hair tightly braided and coiled around her head. Her security uniform gave her away as a member of the team. She was seated at the small table with two chairs that sat to the side of the desk. She smiled and nodded to him. “You much be new. I am NE Embers. Just finishing up a report for Lieutenant Triton. She should be back shortly if you want to wait.” She nodded to the other chair and then went back to her padd.
The room was nearly void of anything personal. On the wall behind the desk was a dark painting of deep colored brush strokes horizontally on a framed canvas in what appeared to be oil colors. Deep red, blues, violets and crimsons made it appear like the artist was trying to capture a sunset, but had the shades far too dark to make it real. On the other wall was a bat’leth. On closer inspection it was a simple practice one and not a House etched blade. The young woman started humming absently as her stylus and fingers danced over the small hand held device. “You settling in, ok?” she asked absently to break the silence.
NE Embers
Security
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