Posted Nov. 11, 2020, 10:16 a.m. by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) (Nathan Miller)
Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) in Side-Sim: First Steps
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Amber Josen (Communications Officer) in Side-Sim: First Steps
Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) in Side-Sim: First Steps
The shuttle hit the deck with a solid clunk. Ford still waited a three-count before standing. Learned that lesson the hard way on his first posting. Being too anxious gets you a concussion and an all expenses paid vacation in sickbay. He hefted his duffel as the rear hatch lowered and joined the other two exiting the craft. A pretty young brunette ensign stood at the bay controls, closing the opening to the yawning gulf behind them. She had a companion, wanted or unwanted it was hard to tell, but it was clear he was trying his best to be wanted. He leaned one had on the console edge, the other rested on the handle of the phaser on his hip.Ford threw the duffel over his shoulder and approached the pair. The young man looked up briefly and then looked back at the woman, who was keeping an eye on the door closing process and mostly ignoring her would-be suitor. “I need directions to my quarters, please,” Ford asked.
She smiled and lifted an e-ink PADD from a shelf below the console. “Of course! Welcome aboard the Sentinel. What’s your name, sir?” She glanced at the braids on his cuffs and then looked back to his face.
“Lieutenant Fordham, Charles,” he answered. “Chief of Security.” The young man’s head whipped around and he straightened immediately. Ford locked eyes with him. “That’s right. We’ll talk later, I’m sure,” he deadpanned. “For now, I believe your post is actually over there.” He pointed to the doorway leading into the rest of the ship.
The brunette wore a huge grin when Ford looked back at her as the other ensign scurried away. “He’s not so bad,” she said, “but he deserved that. Deck 4, room 5.” She pointed to the left of the door the security officer was now standing beside. “Turbolift is down that way. Crew mess is on deck 9.”
“Thank you,” he replied, nodding, and turned to approach the doors. The other ensign there was practically standing at attention.
“At ease, Ensign,” he told him as he stopped, adjusting the duffel strap on his shoulder. He stared at the young man for a few silent moments, letting the moment build. “She’s cute,” he said finally, enjoying the rocking motion the man’s head made as it snapped back. “You have good taste. But what would you have done if someone besides me and the crew stepped off that shuttle?” The ensign’s pupils dilated, and he flicked them over to the console then back to Ford. “When you look at her, remember why you have this job,” he finished, and approached the doors, which hissed open.
He paused halfway through them. “And Ensign,” he addressed him, not turning around. “Next time I will not be as forgiving.” He disappeared down the hallway.
COS Ford
Amber had been taking a jog around the ship and figured by the bays would be safe because shuttles rarely arrived. Unfortunately, this being her off day, she hadn’t bothered to check to see if there were shuttles today. Her build was similar to his own, though an inch shorter and slightly more curvy. Her dark black hair was pulled back in a ponytail save for some wisps that had escaped and framed her green eyes and flushed cheeks.
As the new Security Chief came down the hall, the slight woman nearly knocked into him. Her quick reflexes side stepped him as she spun, missing him completely and came to a stop facing his backside with a grin and blush on her cheeks. “Oh, gracious. My apologies, Sir.” The move had been one of practice and it showed. She was lousy at hand to hand so was working with one of the security Ensigns on evasion instead of confrontation. She had gotten quite adept at dancing around oncoming objects and people. “I’m guessing this was a horrible introduction to the Sentinel. Maybe I can recover that? Lieutenant JG Amber Josen, Comms officer, Sir. Welcome aboard.” She was quickly recovering her breath, as well, and was half at attention expecting either a ‘no worries’ or a good chewing of her backside for running in the halls without paying attention. She was prepared for either one.
Lt JG Amber Josen
CommsFord halted as the black-haired woman came around the curve, bracing for the impact which never came. He watched the spin and inwardly chuckled as she apologized. He turned, and flicked his brown eyes over to the shuttle bay door, ensuring it was closed before he answered. “Not at all, Ms. Josen. We’re stuck in these tubs for a while, have to get your exercise in somehow.” He extended his hand to her.
“Call me Ford. That spin was impressive.” He cocked his head at her, a lock of brown hair falling across his forehead. “Are you frequently having to avoid running into people in the hallways?” he asked, the hint of a smirk beginning to curl one corner of his lips.
COS Ford
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