Posted March 25, 2019, 9:52 p.m. by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) (Cass Young)
Posted by Lieutenant Ush’ast Rah-Triton (Chief of Security) in CoS Office: Flynn’s arrival
Posted by Crewman Michael Gordon (Securty/MCPO) in CoS Office: Flynn’s arrival
Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in CoS Office: Flynn’s arrival
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“The new one I ran into, I don’t know his rank or position he was in his uniform. And as for the Chief I wouldn’t expect her to go easy, she is a Klingon after all. I don’t think going easy is in their vocabulary.” Fraiser winked, over his cup as he took a sip of his drink. “I guess that leaves you, as my sparring partner,” He grinned, seeing the challenge in her eyes, and returning the look with one of his own, “I can see then if you’re as good as you say you are. I’m pretty neat with the knife myself you know,” he smirked letting her know he was teasing her, “Although, I must admit I’m better at hand to hand than anything else,”
He brought the cup up to his lips but paused his eyes catching sight of his hand, Lieutenant Commander Boja had done a good job in healing, there was no sign that mere hours earlier it had been bruised and broken. But it was still healing, and the doctor had made it clear he maintain light exercise on it until it was fully healed. “Tell you what, give me a week to settle in and get used to the routine of the ship and I’ll take you up on your offer,” He took the sip from his cup, surprised to find that he was looking forward to sparring with her and was disappointed he had to wait so long for his hand to heal.
Ens. Flynn
SecEmber laughed. “Yeah, ‘soft n fuzzy’ and ‘Klingon’ aren’t exactly in the same vocabulary programs.” When he said that just left her, she tried to look stern but failed miserably, “Oh, so you think ‘I’ll’ be easy on you? Maybe I’ll go all Klingon on you and kick your backside anyway.” She laughed and shook her head at his apology and asking for a week to get settled in. “No worries. I can’t see it being a rush. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
She glanced at the door and frowned. “I wonder where she is, anyway. She was supposed to meet me here to talk about the third shift roster rotation. We change everyone’s shift every few months. It keeps everyone from becoming complacent. And while on a shift, your rounds will change for the same reason. It keeps everyone aware of the status of the ship, as well. And aware of the welfare of those on the ship. Sometimes we see things others don’t. So be aware of that.” She smiled.
Ember
NE Security“She probably got delayed on bridge… or something,” An uneasy feeling overcame Fraiser as he wonder if the or something had anything to do with him at all. “Although the rotations is a good idea, you can’t ever be too cautious. And it’ll keep us on our toes if our shifts vary from time to time.” He took a gulp of his hot chocolate, “I wonder which shift she’ll put me on first,” he mused thoughtfully.
His eyes wandered back over to the door. “Is the Chief usually this late?”
Ens. Flynn
Sec“She is a senior officer on the ship Ensign, She is pretty busy.” A voice sounded behind him. “Is there something I can help you with, Sir.” An average height man was standing behind Flynn. He looked to be in his mid 60’s, with greying hair and green eyes. He had several scars on his face. Instead of pips where a rank insignia should be, there were three sideways gold chevrons with three vertical gold pips.
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Flynn put his drink down and turned around, a charming smile on his face, “I don’t think you can,” his smile widened, and he held out his hand to the man. His eyes shrewdly studying the man in front of him, lingering on the collar in particular. “Ensign Flynn, I’m here to check in, but as you can see…” he guestured around the office “… she hasn’t arrived yet.”
Ens. Flynn
SecGordon shook his hand. “Master Chief Gordon, Command Master Chief and Security officer.” Gordon said by introduction. “I should be able to help you out, Lt Triton and I share the office.” He looked at Ember. “How are you Ensign Ember?” Gordon asked curiously.
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Ember smiled and nodded to the man she’d learned the ship under and who had showed her she had more in her than she thought. “I’m well, Chief. Just came in to do the third shift reports and Flynn came in. Seemed wrong to leave him in here alone. I don’t know where L T is.” She gave a shrug and her smile, a brighter one for Flynn moments ago, dampened for the Master Chief. “If you don’t need me, I can go. I don’t want to intrude.”
NE Ember
Flynn’s smile widened as he saw Ember’s smile dim, a feeling of victory shot through him as he read her body language. Gordon was no competition, at least where Ember was concerned, Flynn had already won. “If you could help that would be wonderful,” Flynn said, “I’m itching to get started. Sir.”
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