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1300, Meeting with the XO

Posted Sept. 14, 2021, 8:40 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) (Lucas Foxley)

Posted by Ensign Quinn Dagget (Helmsman) in 1300, Meeting with the XO

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in 1300, Meeting with the XO

Posted by Ensign Quinn Dagget (Helmsman) in 1300, Meeting with the XO
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Quinn stretched out as she walked along the corridor, bouncing on her heels each time she stopped. She was looking for the XO and she didn’t know where to find him. She’d met the man earlier - a handsome guy, if ever there was one. Hopefully they’d get along well! Quinn had only been on the ship for a few hours but she was starting to get a good idea for how the vessel was laid out. The Sentinel was a beaut, that was for certain.

After the tour, Roman had returned to work. Always busy, he was usually rushing about the ship doing something. The ship was sure going to be interesting, and his overall first impression of the new Captain was good, even if he’d never live down his mistake of thinking the Admiral was the Captain. He had to mentally face-palm again just thinking about it. And then there was Ensign Dagget, the new Helmsman. She seemed… a little eccentric, in his opinion, vastly different from his own uptight, moneyed British ways. But he could get used to just about anyone assuming they could do their job correctly.

Anyway, what was she up to? Right, finding Roman Alden. Maybe he had an office? She still had ten minutes before the time that had been noted by that Rand woman. She seemed nice, if a bit uptight. Finally, she gave up and went over to the call comm unit. =^=Ens. Dagget to Cmdr Alden, what’s your location? I’m supposed to meet with you but I don’t know where to go!=^=

Ens. Quinn Dagget, Helm

It was most common for new Ensigns to get lost on a new ship. He reminded himself of that as he answered her request. =c= Alden responding. The office of the Chief of Sciences, Deck 9, take a left after the Sickbay and continue down until you see the biology lab. The office is next door. =c= That’s right, Rand had warned him he’d have a meeting at 1300, wasn’t it? What time was it now? He checked. 1250. That late already?

Quinn considered her current location, then after a few moments, rushed down the corridor towards the Turbolifts. The ship wasn’t so big, if she hurried she’d make it in good time.

Though he was quite busy his desk was neat and orderly, every piece of paper had a place to be and in that place it was. Every computer chip neatly stored and labelled. Every report stacked in two piles: done and needs finishing. The only two things out were a stack of approximately ten files, potential choices for science ensigns. He had yet to choose after he and Rand had gone over them. And a report he was presently writing, Rand would likely be by later to see if he’d finished it. Roman was a fan of timeliness, early was on time. On time was late. Late was unacceptable. Though he had lost track of time, he did appreciate Dagget was already on her way. A sign of efficiency, if one was to ask him.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Just as she’d expected, it didn’t take too long to get to the Science Labs and from there the Chief of Sciences Office. Quinn palmed the chime, breathing a little heavy from the speed-walking. She’d calmed her composure before the door opened. She checked her wristwatch, grinning from ear to ear when she realized it was still 1257. She wasn’t late. Showing up on time was one of the few useful skills she’d learned as a young teen. One of the few life skills that she could carry on from her previous life.

The door opened after she pressed the chime. There was a seat prepared for her on one side of the desk, and he sat on the other, hands folded neatly over the desk.

“Reporting for my meeting with you, Sir!” She exclaimed, stepping into the room and glancing around for a seat, but waiting to sit until the XO told her to do so. “She’s a fine ship, isn’t she,” she commented, leaning back slightly once she was sitting.

Ens. Quinn Dagget, Helm

Roman gestured to the seat, intending for her to sit in it. “The Sentinel does its job well, state of the art laboratories and sturdy enough to handle a great deal” he said. He’d already served aboard the ship for some time alongside the previous Captain and was quite familiar with it. “Ensign Dagget, is it? The helmsman?” He asked. He’d repeatedly confused Dagget and E’ulah’s positions, he hoped he was right. Sometimes he was so distracted with work he made little personnel mistakes like that.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“That’d be me,” Quinn answered with a nod. “Please, just call me Quinn, Luv! Dagget is my dad,” she added. “So, what are we supposed to be chatting about? Rand organized this meeting so I know it ain’t a social call.”

Stiffeningly formal, Roman just about never used first names with someone, unless he was on friendly terms with them. More often, he called them by tank or surname. Like Rand. It had taken him months to call her something other than “Ensign”. “All crew are to report for duty before their first shift. Since you do not have a department head, Ensign Farquarson instructed you to conduct that meeting with me. It’s no social call, more like an introductory meeting. If you have any questions about your duties or the ship, now would be the time to ask.” A friendlier officer might’ve added ‘or myself’ but Roman was generally quite private and closed off, and rarely spoke of himself, besides perhaps to state his qualifications, or talk about his research.

She looked at the man with a slight intensity to her expression, almost as if she was studying him. She was, really. Trying to determine what kind of person he was and how much of an ally he’d be. It was the sort of decision that any pirate had to make within a few minutes of meeting a person - whether or not to let down one’s guard. Whether you’d trust the other person to watch your back in a firefight.

Roman looked her up and down, as if studying her right back with an intense and cold gaze, uncaring of what exactly she thought of him. That he was known for, he cared little what was thought of him or his command style, rather that work was done well and safely.

She leaned back after a few moments, her smile slightly more relaxed. From what she could tell, the man was mostly harmless, although who knows what kind of intensity he could command in points of stress. The point was that he didn’t seem like a fickle person.

Ens. Quinn Dagget, Helm

He decided to start with a simple, and somewhat standard, question. “What exactly do you plan on gaining or achieving from your time aboard the Sentinel, Ensign?”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“I wanna explore the Galaxy. All that new life and new civilizations that the adverts talk about,” Quinn replied, quite simply. She was a thrill-seeker, to put it bluntly, and this seemed like the best way to chase that thrill.

Her reasoning spoke to Roman, after all, it was his specialty to study new life from a biological and life science perspective. It was that affinity for exploration that had gotten him thrown out of his family. He’d followed his childhood friend into Starfleet.

“I’ve never been happy in one place. I’m sure you’ve read my dossier so you know what kind of stock I come from. That wanderlust led me to my Dad’s ship when I was eight. And it led me back to space, even after I escaped from that life once I realized that what we were doing was criminal.”

“Starfleet is a more… formal environment than you may be used to, Ensign,” said Roman. He didn’t care that she had once been a pirate, so long as she planned on obeying Starfleet’s rules, but in Starfleet, calling one’s superiors ‘Luv’ as Quinn had done previously was not exactly regulation.

“That’s for sure. It’s a bit of a drudge to be honest, but I’m… Adjusting. Eight years off that ship now but the way you interact with people tends to be kinda baked in at a young age.”

“So now I’m here on the Sentinel. And hopefully she can take me to unknown stars. Hopefully I’ll be able to meet some nice folks along the way, maybe rise in rank a little, but that’s not my priority.”

Ens. Dagget, Helm

That, Roman couldn’t relate to. He’d always seen himself as Captain of his own ship one day. “Everyone has their motivations. How have you liked the crew and the ship?” He asked.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“Haven’t really had enough time to figure that out, Sir,” Quinn responded with a small shrug. “Only been aboard a few hours. Well, I like the ship fine on first look, but I’ll need to get onto that Helm station to really know how well I like her. As for the crew, it’ll take me a bit to get used to that too. Really didn’t interact with anyone on the shuttle pilot job, other than my passengers, so being around so many people day to day is a nice return to what I was used to.”

Ens. Dagget, Helm

He nodded. “I’m sure you’ll find the helm to be quite acceptable. Do you have any questions?” There were more questions he’d ask a science officer but for Dagget, this was all he could think of, so he turned it over to her to see if there was anything she wanted to know.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Quinn considered the question. “I suppose I’d like to know about the recreational facilities? I expect I can figure that out though. How about the food, what’s your recommendation from the Sentinel’s menu?”

Ens. Dagget, Helm

The synthetic alcohol martini, perhaps, but it probably wasn’t right to recommend an alcoholic drink to an Ensign. Instead, he replied, “The Caesar salad is fantastic. Can’t beat a cup of tea in the morning, either. As for recreation, we’ve got a gymnasium or the crew lounge in the galley.” Roman never really had the time to go there, he was far too busy. Though, if he did, he’d probably choose not to. Or perhaps make use of the gym.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Quinn tilted her head, thought for a moment, then spoke. “Caesar Salad… wait, does that mean that you have actual green veggies on-board?” she demanded, leaning forward. Actual vegetables, on a ship. That was insane!!

Ens. Dagget, Helm

“Not always. It’s a delicacy,” Roman said quickly, realizing his mistake. “Make sparing use of it.”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO


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