Posted July 19, 2020, 10:05 a.m. by Crewman Guy Fleegman (Security) (David Fergusson)
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Having met the his new boss and stowed part of his gear, Mooney made his way to the Security division officer’s office. As he would most likely be providing emergency medical and search and rescue services to them it was only right to introduce himself, besides he needed to stow his CES and if possible another go bag.
The Exploratory Fleet security officers were elite operators, and he new from experience what it took to keep up and earn their respect, but he wold be lying if he said he wast a little apprehensive.
Guy saw Mooney waiting at the COS’ door and thought he’d better let him know, “If you’re waiting for Lt. Brown, he’s fractured his wrist, Sir! Borgovian Land Worms!”
Genuinely surprised to see another enlisted rating, Mooney almost missed the “Sir” almost. He stood and extended his hand, “Crewman, I work for a living” said firmly but with a genuine smile. “Master Chief Mooney, Is the LT at medical or on a profile?” Pausing a moment.
“He’s on a profile,” replied Guy. “Sorry, I lied about the Land Worms part! But he really has broken his wrist.”
Mooney laughed, “Land worms sounds much better that ‘he slipped in the shower’.
“I need to check in with some one, so I can stow some gear and introduce myself, so any senior NCO or an officer will do for now.” He indicated the pallet loaded with cases.
“That should be fine,” replied Guy, “but don’t ask me, I’m just that crewman number six.”
“Well crew man number six, Show me were you keep your EVA suits, I need to store my CES and this here bag needs to go in the the shore party gear locker” Mooney went about the business of stowing his kit and soon was on his way to stow the grave pallet. Thinking back to crewman Guy, * He certainly has snark-* he felt he would enjoy working with him.
“I’m a security officer not a tour guide!” replied Guy with a smile. “Only kidding! Sure! I can show you around the lockers, the Brig, the Vault, the Armoury and the Torpedo Room. This way! Do you need help to pull that?”
Mooney chuckled, “Need? No, dumb enough to turn down help? Again no. “
Despite the impressive name, his combat environment suit was simply a modular EVA suit. The cases contained the components to allow him to reconfigure the basic suit for many hazardous environments, but despite its name it provided little if any protection from combat.
The cases themselves all had his name and service number neatly stenciled on them, tho the cases showed no appreciable wear, the Eva frame it’s self Showed hard use, looking bedraggled next to the other EVA frames. The cases stowed neatly away.
Mooney, stood a moment tracing his stenciled name, memories came to him of the faces of frightened men and women, some not more than children. Please don’t let him be added to the list.
Turning back to Guy with a smile, “how about helping me find a place for this?” Indicating his second go bag. “Then I will be our of your hair for the time being.”
“You can have valuable personal items stored for safe keeping in one of the locked boxes within the ship’s vault, but access to the vault is granted only by senior officer identification. You’ll need to wait until you speak to Lieutenant Brown for that, but if you don’t want to keep it in your quarters, then there are some spare empty lockers in the Gymnasium that are very rarely used,” Guy replied.
Mooney allowed the young man to act as his guide along the way, but the truth was he had memorized to deck plans on the long trip out here.
“So, that was the Brig back there, but we don’t have any guests at the moment. The Armoury is along that way, and this is the Gymnasium through here,” said Guy. “Watch out though, this door frame is quite low… And that’s about all there is down here on the lowest Deck!”
-Guy, redshirt
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