Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel Andrew McIntyre (CNS) in CNS: Check In

Posted by Ensign Derek Snowden (Security Officer) in CNS: Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel Andrew McIntyre (CNS) in CNS: Check In
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Ensign Snowden paused outside the counseling office before tapping the panel.
the door wooshed open
He stepped inside.
“Ensign Snowden, Security. Requesting a moment, Counselor.”

The office on Deck 33 remained calm and controlled, the quiet strains of classical music threading softly through the air.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel McIntyre sat behind his desk, his posture straight but not rigid, his presence measured—professional, and grounded. His eyes lifted the moment the doors parted.
“Ensign Snowden, Security. Requesting a moment, Counselor.”
McIntyre regarded him briefly, taking in the uniform, the stance, the tone. Security officers rarely came in without a reason—rarer still without being ordered.
“Of course, Ensign,” McIntyre replied in an even, composed voice. “You’ll find this office operates with a bit less formality. Have a seat.”
He gestured to the chair opposite him. As Snowden moved, McIntyre reached for the panel at his desk, lowering tmusic’s volumesic to a near-inaudible level.
Once Snowden was seated, McIntyre leaned back slightly, hands resting together in a relaxed but attentive posture.
“What brings you in today?”

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera

Ensign Snowden sat across from the Lt.JG shifting in his chair under the gaze of the Counselor.
“I’m here for the on-boarding check ins” he said, his tone calm and collected
-Ensign Snowden
Security Officer USS Chimera

McIntyre gave a small, acknowledging nod, the tension—or lack of it—in Snowden’s voice not lost on him.
“Understood,” he said evenly. “Standard procedure, then.”
He reached to the side of his desk, tapping a control that brought up Snowden’s file on a concealed display—his eyes flicking across it briefly before returning to the young Ensign. He didn’t linger on the screen; the man in front of him mattered more than the data.
“You’re with Security. That puts you closer to the sharp end of things than most on this ship,” McIntyre continued, his tone steady, matter-of-fact. “These check-ins aren’t about passing or failing. They’re about making sure you’re squared away before things get complicated.”
A slight pause. Measured. Intentional.
“How are you settling in aboard the Chimera so far?”

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera

As Ensign Snowden thought about the question given to him, he shifted his uniform before replying
“So far, I seem to be doing well, but only time will tell” he replies letting out a soft chuckle
“It definitely is not like the Academy” he stated, before asking “what else is needed of me before I continue my assignments?”
Ensign Snowden, Derek
Security Officer USS Chimera