Posted by Lieutenant Conner Reid (Chief of Security) in Reporting in

Posted by Ensign Samuel Andrew McIntyre (Security Officer) in Reporting in
Lieutenant Conner Ried stood near the central command table inside the CIC, where tactical displays cast a low amber glow across the compartment. The steady hum of the USS Chimera underscored the quiet efficiency of officers moving between stations.
Ensign S.A. McIntyre stepped through the hatch, boots firm against the deck plating. He paused just inside the compartment.
“Lieutenant Ried.”
He came to attention—measured, composed, deliberate.
“Ensign Samuel A. McIntyre reporting for duty, sir. Transfer orders have been processed through Operations. I’ve reviewed current tactical readiness reports, departmental watch rotations, and recent security advisories. I am prepared to assume assignment immediately.”
His tone remained steady, professional.
“My qualifications include tactical response coordination, armed and unarmed engagement protocols, and investigative operations. I am certified on standard-issue sidearms and qualified for shipboard security deployment teams. I stand ready for CIC watch, patrol command, or response unit attachment as you see fit.”
A controlled breath. Direct eye contact.
“I am here to reinforce operational readiness and uphold the department’s standards. Awaiting your orders, sir.”

Ensign Samuel A. McIntyre ( Security) USS Chimera

Conner looked up from his console into the face of his newest security officer. Reid was considered a good sized example of security, yet McIntyre towered over him by a good three inches.. The man looked like a brick-tall, solid, thick, the kind of guy that’s going to kick in the door when you need fast entry.

Reid, on the other hand, was slimmer, more focused on stealthy and covert entry into a situation.

“Welcome aboard, ensign. i assume you got all your check-ins taken care of? You must have, you wouldn’t be allowed in CIC if you hadn’t.”

“Before you’re added to the duty roster, the first order of business is getting to know each other. Let’s take a walk,” the security chief said while motioning for a junior officer to take over the tac console. He then led the way out of CIC and into the corridor. . . . .

Lt. Conner Reid
Chief of Security-USS Chimera

McIntyre fell in a half-step behind Lieutenant Reid the moment they cleared the hatch, posture straight, hands clasped behind his back in controlled ease rather than parade stiffness. His boots struck the deck with measured weight—deliberate, not heavy. He didn’t lumber. He moved like someone who understood exactly how much space he occupied.
“Yes, sir. All departments checked and logged. Security access confirmed by Operations before I reported to CIC.”
His voice carried a low steadiness—calm, direct, no wasted words.
As they moved down the corridor, McIntyre kept his eyes active without being obvious about it. Corners. Intersections. Personnel traffic. He noted who stepped aside quickly and who didn’t. A habit, not paranoia.
“I reviewed the Chimera’s recent incident reports en route,” he continued. “Boarding attempts along the Archanis sector patrol routes. Two internal disturbances in the last quarter. Nothing catastrophic, but enough to test response time.”
He glanced slightly toward Reid—not challenging, just professional engagement.
“My approach is straightforward, sir. Contain the threat fast. Establish dominance early. Minimize collateral risk to crew. I don’t hesitate at a breach point.”
A subtle pause.
“But I don’t rush blind either.”
They passed a viewport. The stars streaked beyond, cold and distant.
“I understand you favor precision operations. Covert insertion when possible. I respect that. Different tools for different problems.”
His jaw tightened slightly—not tension, just conviction.
“If you need someone to kick the door in, I’ll be first through. If you need someone to hold position and wait for the right ten-second window, I can do that too.”
He shifted his hands to his sides as they slowed near a junction.
“My priority is simple, sir. This ship. This crew. I don’t play politics, and I don’t posture. I execute orders.”
A faint edge of intensity entered his tone—not aggression, just certainty.
“You tell me what standard you expect from your security officers on the Chimera… and that’s the standard I’ll exceed.”

Ensign Samuel A. McIntyre ( Security) USS Chimera