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A Conference with Senior Chief Petty Officer Johansson

Posted Dec. 5, 2021, 10:20 a.m. by Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Engineering Petty Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Engineering Petty Officer) in A Conference with Senior Chief Petty Officer Johansson

Posted by Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Engineering Petty Officer) in A Conference with Senior Chief Petty Officer Johansson

Posted by Captain Shirley Rogers (Commanding Officer) in A Conference with Senior Chief Petty Officer Johansson
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Shirley sat at the head of the table in the conference room next to the computer reviewing Chief Johansson’s personnel file while raising her glass to take a sip of her water with lime that Rand had provided her with earlier. She wore her standard command gold duty uniform top accompanied by black pants and boots. She appeared to be comfortable and relaxed with her legs crossed casually as she was also focused on getting to know one of her Enlisted personnel. After a minute or two passed, she rose to her feet and approached the communications panel on the door by the entrance to the room. She pressed the button and spoke in a calm tone,

=o= Chief Johansson, report to the conference room. =o=

Captain Shirley Rogers, CO

Karl was, as he so often found himself, lying underneath some panel performing repairs when the Com call came. He pulled himself up from under the lower deck emergency light maintenance console and frowned at the wall panel and walked to it [O]Aye Ma’am, on my way[C] He quickly gathered his tools together and half jogged to the nearest turbolift. He grabbed the turbolift handle “Main Engineering” He told the computer. A few moments later the door swished open and he entered catching the attention of one of the other noncom engineers and handed his toolbag “Put this away for me” He asked with a kindly smile before jumping back into the lift, grabbing the handle again “Deck 3” He called then took a step back. He quickly fixed his slightly messy hair then grabbed a cloth from his pocket to clean up his face. He’d learned a long time ago how to make himself presentable in a short amount of time for Command staff. When the lift doors opened he was as clean as he could be in such a short time.

The tall Icelander walked across the hallway in front of the conference room door, he put the cloth back into his pocket, straightened out his jacket then pressed the open door button and stepped inside. He placed hands behind his back, stood at attention and announced himself “Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Jóhansson” He said looking straight forward as was proper.

Shirley met Karl at the entrance of the Conference Room and her eyes widened at the massive height difference between the Senior Chief Petty Officer and herself as she glanced upward at him to meet his gaze, “Chief, I am Captain Shirley Rogers. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I read over your service record and the Sentinel is quite fortunate to have you on board without any doubt.” Shirley then immediately gestured to the seat closest to hers in the room, “Please take a seat Chief, we have much to discuss and I am sure that you need to get back to work in Engineering as soon as possible so I will not keep you for to long.” She headed over to her own chair and took a seat rather quickly to be mindful of the Engineer’s time.

  • Captain Shirley Rogers, CO

Karl smiled politely “Your ship, Ma’am. I was only doing some minor tinkering, it can wait” He sat down in the indicated ship. He looked at ease, he sat respectfully straight but comfortably. He’d grown accustomed to conversing with high ranking officers, at least this time it wasn’t a recent graduate with delusions of grandeur trying to flex some imagined power. With a crew of a hundred-and-twenty, he’d tried to do his best to memorize most faces and some names but everyone knew the senior crew. Captain Rogers was young for her position, probably one of the youngest. He’d long since discarded the thought that age was the equal of experience. he’d seen fifty-something Chief Engineers be outshone by a twenty-two-year-old.

SCPO Karl - Eng

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