USS Atlantis
Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)
Posted by Chief Petty Officer Jacen “Flex” Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) in Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)
Posted by Chief Petty Officer Jacen “Flex” Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) in Alt Timeline - Checking In (Gravel Mardusk)
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Despite having served on ships for quite some time since transferring from the Marines, Jacen still wasn’t completely comfortable walking the sterile corridors. Stepping off the turbolift he silently made his way past various collections of his crewmates en route to the COS’s office. After smoothing the front of his uniform jacket, he pressed the door chime and waited to be summoned inside.Jacen Flexwood (Sec)
“He’s not there, you know.” a voice said from behind him.
Standing at the duty station outside the office was a Bolian woman in the gold uniform of Operations of which Security was a part. Lieutenant Junior Grade pips sat on her collar. “What do you need, Chief?” she asked.
Security OOD
Flex frowned slightly when he’d heard the first comment, before turning to the Bolian JG. “Hello Lieutenant, I’m a new arrival reporting for duty. Trying to check off the boxes and jump through the obligatory hoops so that I can start doing my job.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Do you know when the boss will return? Or if I’m supposed to seek him out elsewhere? I suppose I could ask the computer, but that seems a bit invasive for something as mundane as greeting a new NCO.” He said with a hint of humor leaking into his tone.
Flex
“The Chief’ll be back in a few minutes. Just went to check something. New guy, huh?” She eyes him in a blatant appraisal and then said “So where you coming from?” A voice like rolling thunder came from the door to the passageway and said “You can get to know him after his check-in, C’treb.” Walking into the Security Center was a massive Orion. Over seven feet tall and built like a wall of muscle, the gigantic green-skinned figure looked down at Flexwood and said “Lieutenant Commader Gravel Mardusk. You must be the new CPO they sent.” and he stuck out a truly massive hand towards the enlisted man.
Mardusk, CoS
Jacen was about to respond to the NLt when a powerful voice cut him off. He turned to see the large green skinned Chief of Security walking towards him. The man was large even for Orion standards. A smile crossed Flex’s face as a thought occurred to him, he was usually the largest person in the room and he would look average by comparison to the COS.
He shook the offered hand. “Yes sir. Jacen Flexwood, pleased to meet you Commander.” The COS’s grip was as strong as you’d expect from a man of his size. To someone younger and less experienced it might be intimidating, but Flex had learned a long time ago that there was always a bigger fish in the ocean.
Flex
Mardusk nodded and said “C’mon. Follow me.” and he led the CPO through the door marked ‘Chief Of Security’.
On first glance, the office was both similar and different to any other office. The floor wasn’t carpeted; instead being a texured , non-slip surface like that found in Engineering but lit from underneath giving the room a somewhat softer lightning than most. Some shelves around the room had their own brighter lighting with various things set across them… a Jem’Hadar helmet with a massive crack running the length of it… a well used and cared for bat’leth… and piece of warped and blackend metal. Mementos of the Chief’s past probably. Then there was the standard small meeting area nearest the door with a table and five chairs, one substantially larger than the others. But as one’s view moved further into the room and reached the desk at the back, things changed. The desk was at least half again as big as a normal one.
Mardusk moved to the back of the office where sat a large desk against the back wall with two chairs in front of it. “Have a seat.” he said as he sat down and jabbed a thick green finger at the desk interface.
“So… Marines and now Fleet, huh?” he said as he reviewed the file. He looked up and said “Gotta say, Chief… that doesn’t work out too well in my experience. So tell me… what’s the difference between the missions of Fleet Security and the Marines?”
Mardusk, CoS
Mardusk, CoS