Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Many Hats - Tag CNS
The Lieutenant made her way through the Memorial. Anyone taking a look at the security chief just then knew to get out of her way. It was the set of her jaw, the set of her brow, the purpose of her stride as she marched through the ship, almost leaving a dark wake behind her. Even if she wasn’t necessarily, it looked like she was spoiling for a fight, and despite her average stature, there was an unmistakable danger for anyone too much in her way.

Stopping just outside the Counselor’s office she sighed, straightened the black and gold uniform. She missed the red from Strategic Ops on Outpost 42. It just worked better for her. Of course her Sector 31 uniform could pick up any color she needed to move from one department to the other. But for now operations gold was fine, as it worked for tactical, security, and intelligence, and all the other hats she was wearing.

Reaching out, she punched the door chime with a sigh. The one big difference for most such offices was that instead of sending an audible tone, it usually sent a silent signal for the counselor in question in case they were in session and they needed to avoid sudden noise or interruption. That way they could draw things to a close as was appropriate. Though it might be a bit of a wait.

Lt Becket, COS/CIO/CAG

Inside the office the tone did indeed play and was answered with a short muffled yipping bark. “Come in!” A voice called while the panel with the chime turned green, an indication that visitors were welcome.

Inside the office, a woman with long dark hair pulled up in a pony tail was busy taking a bonsai tree from a container. A few other boxes were open and seemed to indicate she was unpacking some personal possessions. The desk had been moved to the corner of the room with two seats in front of it and the majority of the space taken up with some squashy looking seats and a sofa and chairs making a small circle around a coffee table with a built in water feature and some sand. A zen garden it seemed. A small round cushion sat on the floor by the desk where a jet black fox sat patiently, ears on alert and tail swishing as it took in the stranger at the door. It didn’t move however.

Paige smiled and placed the bonsai on a book shelf. “Hello, I’m Paige, how can I help?”

Paige Rowan
CNS