Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer/2O) in Captain’s Office Name not recognized

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Office Name not recognized
**TO: PostPennyensignStarleetpdeptheadquarters@starfleet.gov
FROM: BordeauxKellyMCaptain USSAtlanits@starfleet.gov

RE: Promotions

Good afternoon Penny,
I am looking to see when the final paperwork will go through authorizing the increase in rank for Grael Mardusk and Ashlynn Summers. I have not seen it come through yet on my end.

Have a good day,
Captain Kelly Shultz**

=/\=Name not recognized=/\= a high pitched and artificial sounding rang through Kelly office. It elicited a loud grumble from the captain who promptly rubbed her forehead in aggravation.

“Have a good day, Captain Bordeaux,” Kelly spoke the words she had to fix. Hitting enter again the message went through without a glitch. Men never understood what a pain in the butt changing your name could be in real life. Yes, there was something magical and romantic to changing your name after marriage. It told the world you now belonged to someone else. That, someone, loved you enough to want to give you their name and claim for anyone wondering how much they held you above all others. Kelly was old fashioned and had no problems changing her name. What she did have a problem with was remembering her new name. Ian could sign her name like a forgerer of 20 years but recently he had stopped. Why? Because every paper that came across his desk to send out read with her maiden name.

“Ian,” Kelly said sweetly looking at Ian on her couch. “Baby was the automated message really really necessary,” she tried not to grit her teeth. This was the third time today the perky little AI voice had prevented her from doing her work.

“Oh it was totally necessary, I thought about seeing if Jacen could implant you with a dermal chip that shocked you every time you got it wrong but no… he said it’s against protocols. I looked, there is no protocols that specifically say I can’t do it… he just won’t cause of the implication of chipping your boss, but I’m chipping my wife which is far more in the gray area…” Ian said as he looked over at her with a squint in his eyes.

“Ya’ think,” Kelly let out a half laugh and then paused before she was ready to take a sip of her coffee. It was then she processed Ian’s statement fully.

“I mean… of course it’s not how dare Jacen the humanity.” he added with a sense of mock indignation at it all.

Bordeaux, Yeoman/Diplomat

“You two seriously had a conversation about electro-shock therapy? Maybe I should find you a new friend,” she gave him a haf grin and went back to writing more messages.

**TO: PerkinsrichardAdmiralStarleetheadquarters@starfleet.gov
FROM: BordeauxKellyMCaptain USSAtlanits@starfleet.gov

RE: Forwarded Congratulations

Hello Admiral Perkins,

While I am exuberant to hear your grandson, Harry Johnson, has graduated the Academy I am shocked you think I am the one that was involved with a goat being placed in your vehicle during the commencement ceremony. If you would like my help apprehending the individuals who committed this heinous act of vandalism I can offer Lt. Commander Nash to use the intelligence resources Starfleet has so graciously added to his current workload with no extra pay or rank. He just loves to serve and would have no issues devoting what little free time he does have to help you.

As to finding a replacement for the vintage leather seats said goat was rumored to have eaten during his confinement on your shuttle I may know and Ensign with a few connections in the areas of supplies and procurement to aid in your restoration of the vehicle. Her list of resources is extensive. Please let me know what I can do for you in this endeavor.

Sincerely,**

Kelly chuckled to herself with an evil grin as she penned the message to Perkins. One day when the man retired life would become more boring but today was not that day. Signing off on the message, Kelly typed almost spritely. “Captian Kelly Shultz. Noooooo,” she practically yelled as her body reacted before her mind entering the submit button.

=/\=Name not recognized=/\= a high pitched and artificial sounding rang through Kelly office.

“Ian,” Kelly snapped looking at her husband. She threw up her hands in frustration and made a few jabbing motions at the screen. “You see! You see how this is slowing me down. Can’t you just program the computer to auto-correct Shultz to Bordeaux anytime it sees it in print!”

Captian Kelly Bordeaux