Security Office: Rico Checks in

Posted Nov. 10, 2019, 3:22 p.m. by Lieutenant Ush'ast Rah-Triton (Chief of Security) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Armorer / Security Officer) in Security Office: Rico Checks in
The new crew member stopped outside the Security Office and looked over the door for a moment. There was a moment when he almost felt like the door itself was bigger than the entire Office he had been assigned as Chief of Security on the Ogawa. Of course that wasn’t true, but that ship had never been designed for Security operations. This ship was a Battlecruiser, and everything about her said touch me, and I’ll break your fingers, one, by, one. Then again in many ways that saying held true about the ships Chief of Security as well, and he grinned.

This was not the first time he had been on the ship either, when he had been assigned here three years earlier he had been the ships Tactical Officer. At that time, Rah-Triton was a new member of the ships Security team, now she was the Saracens Chief of Security and he was here as her Armorer. He adjusted the satchel on his shoulder, looked both ways along the corridor and then rang the chime.

Lt Rico Vanhall, Armorer / Security

“ENTER!” The rough voice of the half Klingon Lieutenant carried thru the door.

The woman had her back to the door and was adjusting the mounting shield for the batleth that sat on the back of the couch between her and the door. The slightly pitched angle above the windows was driving her nuts. She knew it could go there but she was short two arms and about six extra inches in height. Silently she had chided herself for not getting the stool from her quarters down the hall. But she was committed now. Once more she took the making pen from between her lips that had been holding it and marked the edges of the shield.

The rest of the office was sparse. There was a small map of the Earth’s solar system under the glass of the coffee table. Her desk was covered in flim sheets, data sticks and several padds. There were no other decorations in the room, though on the couch, like some forgotten, misshapen cushion, there was a soccer ball. Probably the most out of place, too anyone who knew the cross bred Security Chief who focused more of working out and figuring tactics than playing sports.

“What do you need?” Her voice piped up again as the door whooshed shut behind him.

Lt Sha Triton

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