Posted March 10, 2021, 10:51 a.m. by Ensign Randal 'Randy' Kabil (Yeoman Second Rate) (Brian Richards)
Posted by Captain Elijah ‘Eli’ Carmichael III (Captain) in Meeting the Number 1
Posted by Ensign Rand Kabil (Yeoman) in Meeting the Number 1
Posted by Ensign Rand Kabil (Yeoman) in Meeting the Number 1
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Thanks to his Yeoman, to who he’d never keep his head screwed on straight he had managed to put some time aside for his new second in command. Though having several fine choices in the crew to pick from Eli had been a little controversial by picking an outsider and someone who was similarly under-experienced as him. None the less he was confident of his choice. He’d sent his Yeoman to fetch the Lieutenant Commander Alder and to tell him to meet at K-5s observation bar, dress smart and prepare for a martini or two.Taking his own advice Eli was wearing a grey three-piece suit accompanied by some brown leather shoes, a gold timekeeper and a flat cap. His Hankerchief and pipe stowed in his top right pocket the mouthpiece of which one show. He was sat at the bar and sipping on a dry martini while he waited.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
Roman had only just become qualified for a first officer’s position, and he was frankly surprised that the promotion had come through this soon. The orders had come through a few weeks ago - Lt. Commander Alden to report to the USS Sentinel, CO the newly appointed Captain Elijah Carmichael. The news had raised a few eyebrows, given that the ship would be Captain Carmichael’s first but Roman had heard good things about him, and he was not worried about the Captain’s lack of experience - or his own.
Upon arriving at K-5 a young Yeoman had fetched him, giving him instructions to where to meet the Captain. And of course, what to wear. For the occasion, Roman chose his favorite suit: a high end blue blazer accompanying grey pants and sharp black loafers. He wore a lighter blue button-up and a dark blue vest underneath the blazer. He was clean shaven, his hair neatly clipped short, but by no means a buzz cut. Unwilling to keep his new Captain waiting, Roman made quick time to the observation bar.
Upon arriving, it was easy to pick out Captain Carmichael from the crowd. Roman had seen his picture, after all. He chose the direct approach, heading up to the Captain and putting out his hand for a hand shake. “Captain Carmichael, I’m Lieutenant Commander Alden, meeting as requested,” he said, introducing himself. He was surprised to find that Carmichael was nearly as tall as himself, and with impeccable style.
~ Lt. Cmdr Alden, XO
Eli looked at the man and had to admit, he liked the suit. “Is that a southern accent I hear and not the kind from the Americas!” It was clear as day even if the second martini was warming his cockles. “And Please call me Eli, especially when were in a bar” He waved over the barman and ordered himself another drink, “What your poison? For a station so far from Earth they manage to make the best cocktails.” Already it would appear Alden was making a good impression, one could tell by the way they dressed if they were of proper upbringing.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
Roman’s smile widened. “That it is! The proper kind of southern accent, isn’t it? I grew up in Salisbury,” He said as he chose a seat next to Eli’s. “I’ll have a glass of Jameson whisky,” he told the bartender, who had the drink ready in a matter of moments. “I may have to try their cocktails another time. Bourbon has always been my go-to,” he replied. For something as nerve wracking as meeting one’s captain, Roman seemed self-assured and confident, completely relaxed and calm.
~ Lt. Cmdr Alden, XO
He laughed as their drinks were delivered, “Well I can respect a bourbon man for sure. So small word right? Where are you from exactly?” Elijah was glad to see the man relax he felt it necessary to have both a working and personal friendship with his second in command, he had to know him to know if he would be able to step up when he couldn’t. He sipped his drink out of the signature cocktail glass similar to an upside-down umbrella.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
“Salisbury. There’s a plot of land just outside the main city, the Alden family estate,” Roman said, picturing his childhood home as he spoke. It was no palace, but a large home, with two living rooms, a large kitchen, eleven bedrooms, and nine baths, separated out between three floors and a basement. The land was quite large, and the family had a luxurious garden. They’d also had two dogs, when Roman was young. “And you?” He asked, curiously. The only thing more impressive would have been if they’d met on Earth previously.
~ Lt. Cmdr Alden, XO
“Amesbury, my family have several developments dotted around. My family managed to buy the rights to build on the old military Salisbury plain training area before the other big developers back in the day and it sorted us out for a few generations, though I’m the first to give Starfleet ago.” He thought for a moment, “I think I’ve passed the Alden Estate a few times, even looked at buying it once or twice I think if I recall you Grandfather is a stubborn bastard but good on him for holding onto his families estate.” Elijah didn’t really have a home he went to boarding schools before joining Starfleet, which was probably why he was the grey goose of the litter when it came to how he acted and dressed. “Is it just you or is Starfleet a family thing?”
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
Roman had gone to boarding school as well, but only since he was thirteen. Stubborn bastard was the most accurate and honest description of Christian Alden Roman had ever heard and he couldn’t help but grin and chuckle. “That he is. He’ll never sell. Nor will my father or my brother,” he said. It had been decided long ago who the estate was to be given to, and the family had gone with the traditional eldest child. But Roman didn’t care anymore. He’d found a better legacy in Starfleet. “No, no. I am the only one in my family to pursue a career in Starfleet,” he replied. It hadn’t been a popular choice either. Roman had spent his final year on Earth living in a friend’s guest room. His choice to join Starfleet wasn’t the only reason for his excommunication, but it had been the cause, the reason for the fight that had ended in it.
~ Lt Cmdr Roman Alden, XO
“Well that’s certainly an interesting story to hear, Its not often that family members branch off from their traditional settings.” It was interesting to have almost someone who was in most ways the same as he, thousands of miles from home and yet the same. “Ofcourse you dont have to explain to me your choices, I just like to know the man who will be standing next to me when we get in a spot of bother.” It wasn’t really a matter of would they but when they get into trouble.
- Captain Elijah Carmiachael
“A most reasonable thing to want,” said Roman. It was something he preferred as well, to know exactly who he was working with. He did not seem to want to talk about his choices, or the reasons behind them, instead changing the topic. “What about you? Ever think you’d be commanding your own ship?”
~ Lt Cmdr Roman Alden, XO
He took a sip of his drink giving him pause to think about his response, “Well. I always wanted to join Starfleet and the idea of commanding a space fairing vehicle was always a dream I suppose as the years went by it became more of ambition until today, I guess the answer is no I didn’t think I’d ever become one, but I’m glad I did. Who knows maybe after this tour you’ll get your own too, not that I am eager to get rid of you so soon Mr Alden.”
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
“Perhaps so,” said Roman with a nod. “I set my sights on command straight away,” he said, “but the adventure has been as fun as the destination hopefully will be.” He had once been set on “climbing the ladder” so to speak, as quickly as he could, but he did not want to rush into a position too high and then make a fool of himself. He planned to learn everything he could from Eli. “I’m eager to learn from you,” he said.
~ Lt Cmdr Roman Alden, XO
Eli’s impression of Roman was a good one and he finished his drink, “Well I hope I can teach you well and I hope to learn from you as well. Just because I’m a Captain doesn’t mean I dont have any more to learn” Elijah believed the strongest Captains drew on his crew than by simply trusting in only their own ability, Elijah wasn’t perfect nor would he ever claim to be but with the crew behind and a good First Officer he’d hoped to get pretty close.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
Roman finished off his own drink, with a good feeling about this assignment. His new Captain seemed to be someone he would enjoy working with. “I agree. Everyone has something to learn.” He replied.
~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO
“Well, here’s to a good night of drinking” He raised his glass and downed the contents before ordering himself and the LtCmdr another, the talking, banter and of course drinking went well into the night until kicking out time! Elijah was impressed with his First officer’s ability to hold his liquor and he hoped if he held his own on the bridge at least half as good they’d get along just fine.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael.
OOC: Fixing splitBy kicking out time, Alden was quite tipsy, but he knew how to not seem quite as tipsy as he was. He could only expect the Captain to have a good ability to hold his liquor and he wasn’t disappointed. But having had a long and rather enjoyable night, he was afraid he may end up hungover in the morning.
~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO
It was late and Rand was fast asleep. Her first day had ended with an accidental social gathering with the senior staff and far too many people looking at her while she tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Day 2 had been fine, and she was sleeping peacefully, one foot dangling outisde the covers while the rest of her was wrapped up like a burrito. BEEP BEEP. Nope it was not a com it was NOT she wasn’t answering it. It was..nope she was not opening her eyes to check the time. BEEP BEEP. UGH…she rolled over pillow over her head. BEEP BEEP. Crap! She got up and stumbled towards the com panel wiping the sleep from her eyes. She pressed the botton. =0= This is Yeoman Rand.=0=
=0=Sorry Rand, but umm…” Fredrickson? The bartender? “your captain and XO weeeeeell they need a little help getting home.=0=
What? They needed a designated walker? She huffed. =0=Thanks Fredrickson. I’ll be right there.=0= She turned picked up the stuffed Kelpie off her bed and chucked it at Randy. “Get up. The CO and XO are drunk as 10 skunks and now we have to go escort them home before they cause trouble. Really? I don’t get paid enough credits to be that man’s babysitter. And people wonder why the junior officers don’t socialize with the senior staff.” She was already pulling on her uniform. She had no idea what Carmichael was like drunk, but she’d learned years ago that a uniform was good armor against those who were inebriated. “Randy! Get up. I can’t handle two grown drunk men alone!” She pulled out an uniform for him too and tossed it at him all the while grumbling in Gaelic, “Pianta gòrach anns a ’phut, dùisg mi aig an uair mhì-mhodhail seo oir bidh iad ag òl cus.” (Stupid pains in the butt, wake me up at this ungodly hour because they drink too much.)
Randy was, yet again, awoken by his sister at an ungodly hour to go take care of the men that he had been assigned to. The man had a degree in counseling and psychology! He already did his time walking drunk people home in Stirling he didn’t think it’d be the same in Starfleet. He roused and, this time in his emerald green night gown rose and quipped quietly to his sister “”Chan urrainn dhut piuthar? Tha sin na iongnadh.” He tossed her kelpie back at her and started to slip on his uniform. It was too early to worry about a dress and grabbed a uniform kilt instead. Same freedom of his.... legs… just not as well fitting. Those boots though? They were coming with him! “Ok Rand tell me this. Do we know why two men who are advanced in their careers need baby sitters?”
15 minutes later she and Randy walked in to the K5 bar, she nodded to Fredrickson and made her way over to Carmichael with a suppressed sigh. “Captain, let’s go for a walk. Come on.” She took his arm and pulled him to standing.
En RandThe intention wasn’t to have gotten drunk but between the short stories and the reminiscing Elijah seemed to have forgotten himself, “I am quite aaalrit’ Yeoman” Elijah said standing carefully though he realised quickly that there was a harsh difference between sitting down tipsy and standing so. “Perhaps your assessment of the situation is a little more correct than I’d admit.” He wasn’t drunk he knew that, and he wasn’t about to do anything stupid but he appreciated the Yeomans help. “Well Commander It was a pleasure getting to know you and I am sure we will have plenty more stories to share and make.” He nodded in Roman’s direction. “Ok Yeoman, warp velocity engage!” He chuckled.
- Captain Elijah Carmichael
Randy meanwhile did the same to Roman and helped him to his feet. He looked to his sister and said softly, “Tha e coltach nach urrainn dha na Sasannaich an deoch a chumail” (Apparently the English can’t keep up the drink) with a chuckle before saying, “To your quarters sir or to the Captain’s for some more frivolity?”
En, Randy
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