Posted by Lieutenant Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief Tactical/Lead RTF Officer) in Onboarding: Meet the new boss

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ryland Kael Thorne (RTF Officer) in Onboarding: Meet the new boss

Posted by Lieutenant Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief Tactical/Lead RTF Officer) in Onboarding: Meet the new boss
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Ryland stood infront of the CTO’s office woundering if he was in the right spot. This was where he had been directed so it had to be. He took one last look at his watch and his uniform. He was not one to be nervous about meeting a new boss , it happened regularly for him. His mind drifted momentarily to his former team and how they were faring on mision. He knew he would not hear one way or another for weeks or even months. Instead of using the chime, he gave the door a solid, double knock.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade. RTF Officer

“Enter.” The CTO’s voice carried easily through the door. “Lt. Thorne, come in, have a seat.” The woman seemed young and unscathed for such a posting. She had long, natutal red hair with a slightly wave and all black eyes of a Betazoid. She spoke however with a slight Appalachian accent from Earth. “Yes, in case you are wondering, I’m Lt. Gadi, RTF commander and the CTO. Yes there is a separate RTF office. No it is not efficient and makes no sense to me either. But it is what it is.” Either others had asked the same thing or she was thinking it herself.

The office was bare except for a small crate of unknown items. Like the woman had only been there long enough to find the office herself.

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryland stood and looked lost for a moment, then realized he was not in the Marines anymore . “Thank you Sir” he said and sat down in the chair, he was rigged sort of feeling out the level of protocol he was supposed to follow.

“Its nice to meet you sir,” he had been pulled from the brass from his team and highly encourage to retire from the Marines and join fleet, and he still really had know idea why, The Lieutenant seemed capable enough she had a good build, seem relativity in shape. “To be honest i’m not really sure what my assignment is, I’m used to ambiguous but ” he trailed off his thoughts again to his former squadmates.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer.

Gadi sat down across from him. She preferred to be called by name or ma’am, but it didn’t offend her when people used Sir. It was said out of respect, and there was never a reason to get upset over respect.

“Well it’s about to get a lot more ambiguous and weird. You have been assigned to the Recovery Task Force of the Anomaly Recovery Unit of Star Fleet. RTF and ARU respectively. RTF works as a rapid response team. We deal with recovery and protection of assets, protecting innocents, taking out dangers, and safely and securely returning with target artifacts.”

“I have not determined your role within the task force, yet. I’ve only arrived a week ago myself.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

He leaned back, “I see” he said. “I was encouraged” he said, she could tell he was less than happy about it. “To take this position, something about needing my talents over here. “Sorry for the obscurity, but what did they tell you about what I do?” he asked. He had to be careful the last 9 years of his life was basically classified and if he told the wrong person anything then things would not go well with him, or them for that matter.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

“Officially, a very redacted personnel file. I’ve been in this work awhile, and can read between the black splotches of a redacted file in my sleep. Unofficially, I was told you are theype of person to run in when others run out. And you think outside the box. Often unorthodox, but highly effective.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryaland smirked. “Sounds like command, here take this box, doesn’t matter what’s in it. Just pull out what’s in side it works well.” he said laughing a little. “course they never really tell you much. Things seem less , ” he through ta moment. “Formal here” he said. “I’m am SO so we tend to be pretty relaxed unless the boss is around, how do you want me to engage with you?” he asked so far she seemed to want to keep thing relatively informal which was fine by him.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

“Star Fleet is more informal than the Marines. That’s something you’ll either get used to or will always be strange. RTF is much more military. We have to be. However, I tend to be laid back. I firmly believe keeping my people in a constant state of hyper awareness is not going to improve their performance. Just accelerate burnout.” Gadi gave him an appraising stare. “However, your file speaks of a man that knows when to be serious and get things done, and when to relax and let life just be. Besides,” and she gave what he would come to learn was her signature playful grin, “No one would take me seriously if I had to be serious all the time.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryland listened she had it right, honestly with what he had been doing for the past almost decade he had learned to turn it on and off with little effort. It was the only way he remained sane.

He snort laughed, “That all sounds about right”. he was not sure what to talk about. “Anything you want to know, that you have not figured out?” he asked

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

Gadi stood, “Let’s see what you make of our targets.” She motioned toward the door and led the way down the corridor to a lift. “Containment Deck.”
Ryland stood up and folded his arm, which looked like giant rocks, behind his back and followed her.

“ACCESS RESTRICTED. ACCESS CODE REQUIRED.”

“Gadi Alpha Romera Koosevbitz.”

He was used to having to go through layers of security but not on a starship his curiosity had certainly been peaked. He looked down at her as she recited the code. Taking a quick look around the elevador he looked for maintenance access panels or anything else that could be exploited. If we was going to protect the space he had to know the space.

“ACCESS GRANTED,” and the lift began to move. The doors opened to a very cold and bare room. The walls were plain metal bulk heads, the same with the floor, except for the pulsing energy grids just under every surface. “Constant scans for unauthorized weapons and life forms. Equipped with electroshock, and will automatically disperse anesthazine.” The only furniture in the room was a sort of desk. There were two heavily armed and armored officers at a door behind the desk, and two at the lift they had just exited. A fifth manned the desk. “Lt. Gadi,” the man stood up with a crisp at attention.

“At ease Lorik. This is Lt Ryland Thorne. New RTF officer. He’s getting the tour.”

He watched the guards and assess them, they seemed disciplined and capable, there it was again the look, it was not the stare that you get in the field but something else, like they were waiting for something to come from nothing.
Lorik did not take the permission to relax. “Of course, Lt. If you would both submit for scans.” Gadi stepped forward pressing her palm to a scanner, then an iris scan, and then there was a brain wave scan. “IDENTIFIED - LT. GADI, BETHANY. CHIEF TACTICAL OFFICER AND RECOVERY TASK FORCE COMMANDER. AUTHORIZED FOR CONTAINMENT DECK ACCESS.”

She stepped back and nodded for Thorne to take his turn.

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryland stepped to the device and placed his hand on the scanner, and waited for the two other scans to complete.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

“IDENTIFIED - LT. JUNIOR GRADE THORNE, RYLAND. RECOVERY TASK FORCE OFFICER. NOT AUTHORIZED FOR CONTAINMENT DECK ACCESS.”

Lorik looked at Gadi, “He’s not been to medical yet. We don’t have current neural scans.” Gadi nodded. “I’ll sign him in under me. He’ll be my responsibility.” She had to put in an authorization code - this time she input it manually after walking around behind the desk and accessing the computer. Then she walked over to the wall and pressed her hand to it. A hidden access panel lit up and another code was put in. The bulkhead opened to reveal a weapons locker. She took belt with a gun holster and buckled it around her hips. She slid what looked like an old Earth military issue SIG Sauer M17, except it had a double vertical barrel. She slipped one into the holster after checking it thoroughly and loading it, and then took what looked like an old fashioned police baton and slid it into a loop on the other side of the belt.

Ryland paid attention to ever thing she was doing, including how she checked and prepped her weapons and gear. It was not the first projectile weapon he had seen or used. His head tiled a few times to watch her hands.

“You’ll get equipped with your own, but for now, here.” She handed him the same get up to put on. “The baton is a Mark VII Electric Shock Baton SD. It was developed specifically as a Self-Defense weapon that is considered a special weapon and utilized by Tier 1 and Tier 2 operators for self-defense purpose. It is unique to the RTF branch, Features includes: a new dilithium-based battery for a total of 250 shocks before recharge (on medium settings), 1-14 power setting, reserve battery container, new manufacture material (lighter and stronger than typical weapons) and emergency overload mode (after 3 seconds the baton, if set on this mode, will release the whole battery energy and discharge a stunning shock that knock out all unprotected individual in a maximum radius of 4 meters).”

He took the gear and checked it the same way she had and holstered the weapon, it was simple enough to operate, all great weapons were. No time to figure complex breakdowns when your life was at stake. He stayed quiet as she explained, listening was something he was very good at.

“The gun is a Rail-Hand Gun Marauder Mk. I. It’s the first of its kind the Marauder is a pocket railgun side-arm that fires Tritanium-Led alloys projectiles for conventional weaponry. Designed for the RTF branch it’s use have been expanded through ARU personnel but in limited numbers. These have been modified here on the Leviathan to also house a phaser. Hence the double barrel. The Marauder is an alternative to phasic and laser weapons and it’s lightweight polymer structure allows light loadout. Advanced tech can help with aiming and the weapon will not fire if the user does not hold a combadge on the uniform. The weapon itself can hold a maximum of 26 9mm solid rounds and the range can arrive to 3.9 klicks (muzzle velocity: 2 klicks/sec), while its battery can last up to 50000 shots.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

As she finished he spoke, “Interesting weapon, i have never seen a railgun this small. Last one I used was a large rifle, heavy and unwieldy, anti vehicle. ” he said checking the weapon out and sliding it back into the holster. “Supersonic rounds, and respectable range for a sidearm.” he noted. “Why would we need these on the ship Sir?” he asked.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

Gadi met his stare straight on, “Because of what is contained past those doors. When an anomaly gets out, there is no time to get geared up.” Gadi stepped over to the door and nodded to the two guards. Both turned to watch as the doors slid open. Two more were waiting inside with a set of doors behind them. Stepping through the doors closed behind them. It was like an airlock. Thorne could hear the air pressurize and a light on the other end changed green and the second set of doors began to open as the guards turned to face it, weapons down but ready.

Gadi led him through. “Welcome to the containment decks. We are on deck 11. The room we arrived in was our Containment Control Centre. It has access to real-time audio and video feeds, environmental controls, containment power levels, rapid response quarantine and tactical systems all provided from the circular bank of terminals at the desk. It is staffed at all times by at least three RTF Officers of rank Ensign or higher and minimum clearance level of ARU-DELTA-01. Hidden by the bulk heads is the Containment Shift Leader’s Office. It is a small, soundproofed space off the main Containment Control Centre area. Primary access is restricted to Containment Shift Leader’s only and they must hold minimum rank of Lieutenant (junior grade) and a minimum clearance level ARU-DELTA-05. Office also features a secure loop level 1 communication device. With in the containment area itself are two bays. BLUE Containment Bay 1 and 2: For holding Blue (Inert) level anomalies only. Also through the Control Center is another access door to the RTF Barracks.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Small whistle escaped his lips, it took a lot to impress him he had seen some pretty strange and secret things, but this was different. What he had been noticing in people on the sip was explained by this deck. No wonder everyone was on edge. “This is something else” he noted. “What kind of Anomalies are we talking about?”

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

Gadi began walking down the corridor. There were lots of doors, with viewing windows here. Small standalone PaDDs on pedestals stood outside each room, with information about what was inside. “While space anomalies are usually well studied by normal research vessels, special objects that causes space anomalies are considered Type Einstein items. They range from little rocks with weird blackhole properties to entire planets capable of eating entire systems. Artifacts and planet-found articles are considered Type Newton items and are to be considered weapons. Living beings anomalies, instead, covers the majority of the anomalies recovered by the ARU, roughly 68%, and are divided in Type Darwin and Type Curie anomalies. While Darwin are made of organic molecules, usually Curie living anomalies are made of non-organic molecules and compounds. Type Feynman items are all subspace anomalies found in our Galaxy without distinction between living or non-living beings. All anomalies are categorized within 4 Threat Conditions: Blue are inert, which are on this deck. Then we have Green (safe), Yellow (risky anomaly), and Abell (hazardous anomaly). Those are on lower decks.”

Bethany waved toward the various doors. “The PaDDs are stand alone and do not have any connection nor the ability to connect with the computer’s systems. All information on them is updated manually every shift. Feel free to read.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryland stepped up to the closest PaDD, this assignment was getting more intriguing by the minute. He still could not help but think about his former element and the battle that they were headed into without him. He paused for a short moment, he looked back at his CO for a second and then decided to read first and ask questions later.

Tapping the screen he began to read and take in as much of the detail as he could

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

ARU RETRIEVAL FILE, # BF67059[Insert anomaly designation]

PROJECT HEAD RESEARCHER - Lt. Marvin Gnasher[Assign Researcher to Anomaly for research]
ASSISTANT RESEARCHER - En. Shirley Temple[Assign Assistant Researcher]

PHOTO(s)

NAME - [Davy Jones’ Paddling PoolGive a name to the anomaly]
TYPE - Feynman
CONDITION - Blue, when empty. Green when filled with water.

PERSONNEL CLEARANCE - Delta

CONTAINMENT - Containment unit contains scans to prevent anyone under the age of 20 or below a height of 4 feet from entering as the anomaly will react as if they are children. Room is a moisture free area to prevent the pool from refilling. All those that enter must wear EV suits.

DESCRIPTION - A child’s paddling pool filled with water - but occasionally when entering into it, the water becomes fathomless and the occupants are swallowed to the depths. Several dive teams have been sent down during an anomalous episode but so far no evidence of the missing children have been found.

EXPERIMENTS LOG - Radiation exposure, radio wave exposure, electromotive pulse exposure all conducted to try and determine what triggers an anomalous event. Divers have entered during event in an attempt to find the missing children or to be captured themselves. Despite an on going event adult researchers and rescue teams have not been taken. RTF Agen Millie Povika missing. 20 years of age but 3 foot 7 inches tall. Hypothesized the anomaly assumed she was a child due to her height.

POST SCRIPTUM - [For already compiled and old logs. This section serves for additional post-compilation comments]

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Looking through the information he stared in disbelief, it read like a sci-fi novel something he rather enjoyed, but certainly they were pulling his leg. Like asking a new soldier to go get something that did not actually exist, or snipe hunting. He looked over at Gadi and then back to the PaDD. His eyes narrowed, the thing is there was a containment unit, it was a high security area and it was not the only one. So unless they kept it running only when a new person came on. He looked at her again. “How does this kind of thing even exist” he finally said half to himself.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

Bethany shrugged. “I didn’t quite believe it until I got to the bottom two decks and saw active ones.” She moved down the hall, “As to how they exist? No idea. I leave that to the science folks. Part of our job is escorting the researchers when they come in, or going with them when they take an anomaly out to the labs.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

He rested his hand on his pistol grip. “I’m not sure these will do much” he said “Though I guess we can stop people from trying to take them or worse” he looked around.. “Why on a ship, why not on some remote moon or something?” he asked though somewhere he knew the answers, a ship was could be kept moving around and harder to find.

“Oh there is. Every so often the ship stops and we off load the anomalies and then go out o collect more. But in the mean time…” she gestured around the area. “We have this.”

“Im not sure that I don’t like being shot at better.” he laughed a little. “At least I know how to address that”

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

“I know exactly what you mean,” Gadi said seriously. “Let’s continue.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

“Lead the way SIr” he said, Falling in next to her he looked around at the containment area, not really sure if we was happy with the assignment. He had done and seen some pretty messed up things but this had to top it. “So assuming that is not the strangest thing you have seen, what would you say was?” he asked

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer

“Doctor Schnabel. It’s a Darwin type anomaly. It bears a resemblance to the ancient ‘Plague Doctors’, although the creature’s ‘nose’ appears to be formed of biological matter. It has to be given a dissection specimen daily to prevent it from dissecting itself. It’s two levels down.”

She stopped in a cross section. “We are on deck 11. In a standard Mjolnir-class ship we are in the hanger bay for the marine air group. Since we don’t host a marine contingent the hanger bay has been converted into the Containment section of the ship. Deck 12 hosts our green anomalies and deck 13 houses the Yellow and Red ones. The turbolift we took to get here is the only one that accesses Containment. The lifts between the containment decks are all houses within the containment decks to prevent breaches onto the main part of the ship.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Ryland looked at her not really sure what to make of all she just said. “That makes sense, makes it more secure” he noted. “What about manual access?” certainly there had to be access pathways to get betwen decks. He was still trying to really figue out what his role was going to be in all this. He took note at the security and personel to see how they were conducting themselves.

Ryland Kael Thorne
Lieutenant Junior Grade, RTF Officer