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Posted by Cadet Greg Pricer (Security Officer) in Cadet Greg Pricer reporting to DH’s office
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Cadet Greg Pricer sat quietly, collecting himself and his thoughts, as he prepared to meet his Department Head. He was glad the transporter had a problem, he hated using it and the shuttle ride gave him time to plan out what he would say. Once the shuttle docked he made his way to the office, stopping before going in to check his reflection in a panel to make sure his uniform was perfect. Just then a Lt. came out of the office, looking up at Greg.
“You must be our new Cadet. Don’t worry the Chief doesn’t bite,” the Lt. said, with a disarming smile that helped calm the clearly nervous cadet.
“Good to know,” Greg replied, silently wincing at how awkward it sounded. He smiled back, trying to recover from it as the Lt. walked off chuckling. He took one last deep breath and pressed the button to announce his presence.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Joseph Rainns sat behind his desk, his morning glass of water sitting atop it. His clipboard had a three new sheets of paper with the Name Greg Pricer written at the top of the first page. He had been informed there was a delay due to a transporter malfunction. The notice reminded Rainns of his small fear of transporters, it wasn’t that the young man was afraid enough not to use them, but Rainns would be lying if he said He didn’t think about being materialized inside out whenever he stepped onto a buffer. Regardless, the Cadet would be in shortly and Joseph spent this extra few minutes spinning his globe on his desk and remembering what life was like back home. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the chime. “Enter.” he called out.

LT JG Joseph Rainns- COS

Greg walked in, taking a moment to observe the room as he snapped to attention.
“Cadet Greg Pricer reporting for duty,” he said as he stared straight ahead with a look that did not betray any emotion. His short life had been spent growing up on Federation ships and stations, giving him plenty of time to interact with, and learn from, various Vulcan officers. They helped him learn how to show nothing on the outside, a trait he found seemed to be common among security officers wherever his parents were posted.

Cadet Greg Pricer- Security

(OOC: I must have missed it but what year is this all set? Post-Voyager or later?)

OOC: I believe it is set at the end of the 24th century

IC: Joseph Rainns observed the Cadet walk in and noticed the lack of any sort of indication of attitude. “At ease cadet, and take a seat,” the young Chief of Security said, motioning to the chair in front of Pricer.

Lt. J.G. Joseph Rainns- COS

Greg walked over sitting down. As he looked ahead he saw the pieces of paper and thought how strange it was to see someone taking notes that way. Even stranger to see an officer without coffee or tea. “Thank you, sir,” he said, as he straightened out ready to get started.

Cadet Greg Pricer-Security

Rainns smiled as he saw Pricer take in the scene, “You’ll find I am a very unique person.” He said with a grin. Clicking his pen he began writing. “Well Cadet, why did you join starfleet?”

Lt. J.G. Joseph Rainns- COS

“With respect sir, you have seen my record. You know my parents were Maquis who were killed by the Dominion after the Federation abandoned them. From there, I lived with relatives who were both Starfleet officers. So I guess I joined Starfleet to help it, and the Federation, avoid the mistakes of its past,” Greg said, looking to see if that elicited any reaction.

Cadet Greg Pricer-Security

Rainns nodded as Pricer talked, jotting a few notes down from his general impression. He noted the Cadet’s confrontational tone and looked back at the Cadet. “It sounds like you harbor some ill will toward the federation, what kind of mistakes do you want to avoid in the future.” He said this with a straight face, giving nothing away. Rainns loved politics and history, and could remember the hearing about the Maquis from when he was very young. As he had grown up and learned more about them he had grown to despise what they had stood for. He had chalked their cause up to blind stubbornness and an inability to respect the governing authorities. What had happened to them was a tragedy, to be sure, but ultimately it had been inevitable, and if those ignorant farmers had just listened to the Federation from the beginning, Rainns felt, they would all still be alive.