Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stephen Stous (XO) in Captain’s Quarters - Meeting the CO
Stephen’s previous posting on the Venture had required an initial meeting with its CO, though that was mostly at her discretion; Stephen had always assumed she wanted to meet the man who would be handling much of her ship’s sensitive data. But that meeting had been brief, and, oh, six years ago? It felt like forever. But regardless of if that past experience was yesterday or last century, this one would be exponentially more important.
Stephen had read most of Johann’s file on the ride to the ship, and found it a touch intimidating. This was a man who had seen some things, and who had commanded the Europa since Stephen’s senior year in the Academy. He had no idea what to expect from the meeting, but given that they would be working closely together and Stephen would be directly carrying out Johann’s orders and wishes, this was an important first impression to make.
With a head full of a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and anticipation, then, Stephen Stous approached his new commander’s door and, with a nod at a passing Ensign, rang the bell.
~ Lt. Cmdr. Stous - XO
“Come in,” came a deep male voice through the door.
Stephen already knew the man behind the desk was Captain Dvorak, but if he somehow did not know that, it was plain to see from the four pips on the Captain’s red collar. It was made even more obvious by the fact that he was wearing the uniform vest that only Captain’s ever seemed to be able to replicate, instead of the standard duty uniform. It added to the air about him of someone who had seen things. He did not have eyes to see them with; they had been replaced with ocular implants. Said implants were clearly distinguishable from the eyes he had been born with by being very visibly mechanical as well as their unnatural movement between objects that they were focused on. They darted swiftly from the computer terminal on his desk, to Stephen.
Now I get to find out how to say it, Johann thought. The expression on his bearded face did not betray his curiosity on this topic. Indeed, he simply looked at the new arrival, expecting him to speak for their part of the I’m-reporting-for-duty dance.
– Johann Dvorak, CO
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