Ready Room: Tag Ens. Thienna

Posted May 20, 2022, 7:46 p.m. by Captain Remy Boudreaux (Commanding Officer) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Celador Theinna (Security Officer) in Ready Room: Tag Ens. Thienna

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room: Tag Ens. Thienna

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Celador Theinna (Security Officer) in Ready Room: Tag Ens. Thienna
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Remy had gone over the reports from the previous mission numerous times, looking for something to keep him from doing what he was about to do.

Finally, not finding any reason to hold off any longer, he set the Padd on his desk and tapped his comm badge.

Cel was sitting in his room, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were closed, deep in thought.

‘Hannibal was out matched and out maneuvered at Zama.’ Squared stated in Cel’s mind. ‘Scipio knew his tactics, learned from his past battles and beat Hannibal. What else do you need to get that.’

‘Yes’ Cel thought back. ‘He did lose at Zama, but why did he lose at Zama? Look back farther, what lead Hannibal’s campaign to that battle? Political failure on behalf of the Carthaginian leaders. Lack of support back home. Hannibal lost the war when he failed to learn political lessons when he was still in Spain.’

=^=Ensign Thienna, please report to my ready room as soon as possible.=^

Boudreaux (CO)

‘What could this be?’ Squared thought cautiously.

=^= On my way Captain.=^= Cel replied.

‘I don’t know, but this discussion about Hannibal isn’t over.’ Cel replied as he got into his uniform and left his quarters.

‘Maybe he is sending us back prison?’ Squared said sarcastically.

‘Maybe I should tell him about you, then I would be rid of your whining.’ Cel shot back in anger and frustration.

A few minutes later he arrived at the Captains ready room and pressed the chime.


“Entre’“, came the command with the captain’s Cajun accent.

Remy indicated for Cel to sit in one of the empty chairs. As he did, Remy began. “I ‘ope you ‘ave recovered from de psychic attack, Ensign Thienna.”

Cel raised his eyebrow briefly at the word Ensign, but nodded his acknowledgement.

“De reason I called you in ‘ere is because I ‘ave gone over Lt. Claire’s security department report from dat mis-SHON, an’ i ‘ave to say I am a bit concerned. You ran off on you’ owm–no backup an’ no word of what you were doine. A bit reckless, np?”

Boudreaux (CO)

He took a moment to consider. “A calculated risk.” He replied simply. “We needed information on what was approaching the town. We still had transporter access and, we needed to ensure that you and the townsfolk were protected.”


Remy sat quietly for a moment, his intense dark brown eyes scrutinizing the junior officer before him. Finally, the intense look broke and he smiled slightly. “It was a calculated risk. . . .dat paid off, Cel,” Remy answered using the security officers first name.

“Needer the scientists nor colonists were aware of any sentient live on de planet. You were able to make first contact and in doing so, you saved de lives of dose beings. Congratulation, Lt. j.g. Thienna.”

The captain reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a small bos, opened it, and slid it across the table in Cel’s direction. Inside the box sat a brand new shiny gold and black collar pip. “You were instrumental in makine first contact in a situa-SHON dat could ‘ave turned out much worse.”

Boudreaux (CO)

Cel made no move to take the pip, or the box. He looked down and stared at it for a moment before looking at the captain.

“Sir, to the best of my knowledge, I am not authorized that promotion.” His voice was calm, but serious. “The terms of my probation prohibit it.”


Remy leaned forward and placed his hands on the desk. “Screw de terms of proba-SHON. Mr. Thienna, you ‘eld de rank of Lt. Commander prior to yuu’ trial. I read you’ file. Beine busted to de rank of ensign and a sentence of 20 years was, in my opinion, was a bit drastic.”

The CO reached inside his desk drawer and pulled out two glasses and the ever-present bottle of bourbon. Pouring a glass for both himself and Cel, he continued.

“Are you aware dat you’ assignment to de Wolverine was not just random luck? When I was assembline dis crew, I remembered goine over you’ file. You were de kind of officer I wanted on my crew, so, I pulled some strings and got you released an’ assigned ‘ere. I wanted you ‘ere, Cel.”

He set the glass down if front of Cel and raised his own. “I was aware of de terms of you’ proba-SHON and fought very ‘ard to get you’ re instated to you’ former rank, but Command would no’ budge. Dey said dey needed to make an example of you. I call conneries!! Dis is my ship, an’ if I feel you deserve a promo-SHON, par Dieu, you are goine to get one!!”

“Now, put de pips on you’ collar, drink up, an’ let me deal wit’ Command if dey ‘ave a problem wit it. Is dat clear, Lt JG Thienna?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Celador was unmoved by the captains speech. He just looked at the captain for a moment. He knew and had accepted his rank as penance for that had really happened. The deal he had made so long ago, when he was just a kid. Now, could it be time to move on from that, maybe stop accepting his penance and try and make his way back up the chain. Can he trust himself again in that position? He didn’t know.

He took another look at the box with the pip, then the drink. He nodded to himself then took the pip and placed it on his collar.

“Thank you Captain” He said sincerely, picking up his drink.


Remy raised his class as well, and gave a sigh of relief. “I was beinnine to t’ink I would ‘ave to wrestle you to de groun’ an’ pin dem to you’ collar myself,” he replied with a grin.

“Congratula-SHONS, Lt. Let dis be de first step in de return to you’ former rank.”

Boudreaux (CO)

“Thank you sir.” He took a sip of his drink. “I don’t think I am familiar with this bourbon.” he said, taking another sip.


A smirk appeared on Remy’s face. “It is a distilled liquor made primarily from corn. Dis is de real stuff, none of dat silly synthahol. It does take some gettine used to, but once you do, I tink you’ll like it. It ‘as been de liquor choice of de Boudreaux clan for centuries, since de settled on Bourbon St. in Naw Orlens.”

Boudreaux (CO)

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