Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in side-sim AARM Maintenance Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim AARM Maintenance Bay

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in side-sim AARM Maintenance Bay
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Entering the Bay, Manhattan was having a rough day. First the Dave, now the AARM… Can I have some peace?! he thought What the hell is up now?. There was no damn relax… and his sleepy annoyed face was the witness of his destroyed and tired soul.
“Alright what?” The Captain snorted “I was going to get some sleep… And you better have a good reason, Lieutenant.” To be honest his uniform made him seem not that sleepy at all… but the secret? He usually slept with his gun belt and the heavy duty pants, putting the jacket somewhere in his quarters. He rarely liked to put a proper PJ and that was also why he had 14 uniforms in his wardrobe. 14!!

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

Casela looked at the RCO cpt. and rolled her eyes, “I wouldn’t call you down here if it wasn’t.” She glared at NE Johnston. “This R&D fellow over there,” she pointed to where the NE stood across the room in a corner, “tampered with the AARM KAI9.” She passes him a PaDD with the security footage of the room showing Johnston to be the only person who had worked with Fenrir. “So when I summoned Fenrir to the briefing, 2 clicks, 1 to wake, 1 to passively summon, he came in guns blazing.” She hands him another PaDD with an iso chip in it. “This should have been the iso chip you gave me with his new programming. Fenrir was down here for maintenance to get that put in.” A look at the PaDD showed that any press of the hidden control would cause Fenrir to go into aggressive mode, a order to stand down would have him physically pinning the person down and that every time he saw Cpt. Cobb he would shoot whipped cream in his face. “Some of that is deadly and some is not even funny. And I can’t find the original iso-chip”
Lt. Synthi-er Ticked off KAI9 Handler

“This is pretty much a copy and paste program with subtle and amateur coding…” he looked perplexed “Yuck. Well anyway, the program should be somewhere on the ship, this is certain. Mr. Johnston! Come here speedy like the light!” He called the NE with a military tone “Tell me, Mr. Johnston,” he looked with a serious and angry face the NE, head to feet “Johnston, you son of a good mother and moron. You know that manumission of RTF and ARU is an act of vandalism and FOR GOD’S SAKE A SECURITY BREACH?! TELL ME, JOHNSTON, IS IT YOUR ARSE THAT TOOK THE DAMN ISOCHIP AND MADE A STUPID, DANGEROUS AND FREAKING ANNOYING CHIP TO REPLACE THE ORIGINAL’S ONE TO WAKE ME UP FOR THIS NONSENSE COMEDY?! I swear Johnston, if you ain’t going to tell the truth about it… you will be soon going with Dave.” Some says that sleep deprivation is pretty annoying, pretty much health problematic. For Erve it was also a way to send people to the medbay as soon as they got over the patience line of the poor Captain.
Looking at Casela and then at the NE he waited for a response trying to cool his head and keeping his awareness to some acceptable level I swear I wish sometimes to have my baton with me… “I’m sorry, I- I really exaggerated…” he then apologized

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

Johnston moved too slowly for Casela’s liking towards Manhattan. It wasn’t her job to discipline the crew. She wished it was. That was Manhattan and Rauuhl’s jobs. She REALLY wanted to listen to his thoughts, but REALLY didn’t need to do that. UGH she wasn’t cut out for working with a full star ship crew.

Casela raises a single brow and whispers to him, “Don’t applogize. He deserves worse. I locked my weapons up before I went and found him. I’m pissed Cpt. It’s going to take me HOURS to reprogram him, and if I can’t then I have to wipe him clean and start all over.”

Johnston stood in front of Manhattan and swallowed nervously. “S…Sorry Cpt. I…was bored, and thought it would be funny. I…I didn’t mean to cause a problem, Sir.” He fishes in his pocket for the original ISO chip and hands it to Manhattan. Manhattan scared the crap out of him. He was just tired and bored, what was the big deal? Oh yeah, Manhattan had a legendary temper, that was the big deal.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Oh boy, you pesky moron, you are coming with me-.” Suddenly, the doors opened, and Erve had a bad feeling… looking at the entrance a man entered he gasped Oh no… now that I was having fun?

Having taken a little longer than what it should have taken him Ryder finally strolled through the door and surveyed the scene I front of him. There had clearly been some discussion he wish he had been present for during the time it took him to navigate his way here because one crewman looked like he had seen Gen for the first time and both the Lieutenant and the Captain seemed positively charged with anger. “I could cut the tension in this room with a spoon. What’s going on?” He asked his arms behind his back, the Trill looking pointedly at Synth-er.

• Commander Ryder, XO

Casela clearly could tell how annoyed he was with her. She mentally shrugged, apparently he was no better than Noa. She had a job, a reponsibility to the ship and crew, and that required reporting to Ryder. If he didn’t like it…well she’d do something else, she wasn’t sure what yet, but she’d figure it out. Refusing to roll her eyes, she passed the padd with the altered program on it. “NE Johnston here, tampered with the program on the KAI-9. Hence the malfunction earlier. He’s not under my department, he’s yours and Manhattans. I don’t believe he meant to do major damage, I’m not even sure he knew what he was doing. Perhaps he needs a better outlet for his creative talents. However, this has put the KAI-9 several hours or days, depending on how bad the program messed him up, out of commission. Since he is a significant tool for the RTF to use, I thought you should know Cmdr.” Casela met his gaze straight on, she was calm and to the point.

Taking the PADD dubiously Ryder looked over the data presented to him, scrolling through as he deciphered the code and listening to her as she presented her case in regards to the NE, though his annoyance had been visible when he entered it was washing away as he saw the issue at hand and how it was more passion for her job and for the Mech which made her seem to hot-headed, she was still hot-headed but Ryder didn’t mind that so much along as it was directed appropriately which she seemed to be trying to do.

Johnston fidgeted, “I’m sorry Cmdr. We don’t have a lot to do down here, we…I thought it would be funny for a prank, and I could fix him later. I didn’t realize I was messing with his command protocols. I guess I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He paused as the NE, Johnston spoke his eyes leveling at his though his head never moved from its position of reading the PADD, his eyebrow raised and then, “I appreciate your apology Mr Johnestone, thought let’s refrain from doing anything like this in the future, shall we? There are for more resourceful ways you can spend your creative mind than childish pranks, see the duty roster leader and see where best suits your abilities. Clearly sitting down here in RTF isn’t feeding your creative mind enough so I want you to begin dual trading. Dismissed Mr Johnston”

He waited for the man to leave before then handing the PaDD back to Casela. “I think Mr. Johnston has learned his lesson, no need to make the situation any more volatile than necessary wouldn’t you agree, Lieutenant.” Ryder caught himself short, he didn’t actually consider her volatile and felt the emotions of Noa affect his decision making and grimaced.

Casela took the PaDD and set it back on the table. Volitile? No one in that room had been volitile. Angery, or certain, but volitile? The cmdr made her want to be volitile. What was his problem? She was starting to get the impression that Ryder had been spoon fed his position and didn’t really earn it. Or maybe who ever he was before he was joined had earned it, but apparently power hungry, cowardly, sniveling Noa and Ryder weren’t two different people.

Casela raised a single brow at Ryder. She turned to step out of the bay, pausing as she came up beside him. “I’m not nearly as volatile as Noa would have you believe, Cmdr. Johnston put this ship at risk with his games. The AARM is our first option for encounters with an anomaly and now he needs reprogramming,” her voice was low, whispering. She looked up and held his gaze. “I thought, as XO you were to be informed of anything that could put the ship at risk. Whether on purpose or by accident. If you prefer, Sir, I’ll make sure to leave you be in future.” She stepped fully out of the bay at the point. Manhattan had all the information now. If Ryder took the time to notice, he’d see Casela had NO weapons on her at all.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/KAI9 Handler
OOC: Fixing a mistake from copy and paste. Sorry

Ryder turned faced Capt Manhattan, “Thankyou Captain I hope this type of behavior won’t be a common attribute within the RTF or my report won’t be so forgiving.” Casela had just done one of the few things he found utterly unbecoming of a senior officer and nodding to Manhattan left him to chase her down. Ryder had very few gears to be ground, to most he was relaxed and down to Earth but whether it was Noa or just that Casela had a chip on her shoulder he wasn’t sure but walking out as she did rubbed him the wrong way.

“Hey! Hey wait just a second!” Then he joined the XO running behind the Lieutenant What a crap of a day!
Lucky for him fitness was a thing and he had no difficulty to get over the Commander. As they both saw the silhouette of the woman, the Captain quick reflexes guaranteed him to notice she had indeed no weapons on her and a sigh of relief came out of his tired mouth “Commander, she-.” But then he was abruptly interrupted again.

“Lieutenant!” He said finally seeing her frame further up the corridor, he hadn’t yet noticed she wasn’t carrying weapons. “Will you for a moment take a moment’s Pause.” He continued to follow her and added, “Don’t let me make that an order.”

• Commander Ryder, XO

At his shouted “Lieutenant” she ignored, then he asked to pause and for some insane reason, his annoyance made her want to laugh. Finally she slowed down, and then she turned huffing in annoyance, “No need.” I wouldn’t listen anyway. She resisted the urge to give him a very derogatory salute. She stopped herself because being totally honest with herself, it was easy to goad him, and she enjoyed doing it. But it served no purpose. And what made her mad, and really set her off, she wanted to … nope nope nope, she wasn’t going there. She cursed under her breath, he was good looking. “Did you need something else from me? Or is Noa rearing his ugly perverse little head?”

Lt. Synthi-er

“Casela!” He shouted reaching the Lieutenant after a quick pause nearby a turn. He was mad, he was confused. He didn’t literally knew what to say or what to do… I wish I could sleep right now…
“Lieutenant Synthi-er, please shut your damn mouth and Commander,” he then turned around “You may perhaps recognize that what the Lieutenant said is right. What kind of person are you to leave such security breach question unsolved! He need a punishment than being scolded for a ‘joke’. And perhaps this is my wing! Lord.” He angered “I am freaking tired for today, I can absolutely resist whatever you want: punishments, dirty away missions, executing lurid and smelly stuff. But I swear, you two, that I am a damn demon if you take away my only hours of rest. Now, I don’t give a damn nothing for your reports, with all honesty sir, I know my mens are good and can guarantee the safety of the ship. If you may leave me make my job and punish whoever ‘jokes’ around with RTF instrumentation I would be grateful, Commander Ryder.”
His derogatory tone wasn’t at all something of his ‘normal’ character but perhaps it was more than a ticked tone behavior. Indeed he then realized he was harsh, a lot harsh to both of them and as result he scratched his head looking down and holding both hands on his flanks shyly.

“Captain.” Ryder said calmly holding up his hand, “Firstly as executive officer aboard this ship, all disciplinary issues fall onto my lap. I was aboard this ship before and I am sure I will be aboard this ship after the RTF has been here, you are guests and I will treat you as such but the moment I believe you and your personnel are incapable of your jobs you will be the first to know followed by the Captain and then Starfleet intelligence. In my experience, and I have ALOT of experience outright punishment for first offenses and for something that didn’t hurt anyone in my book is a minor, he hardly put anyones lives at risk and it only highlights the vulnerabilities of the AARM unit. What I do disagree with the clear lack of discipline within the RTF ranks, I won’t tell you how to apprehend an anomaly so don’t tell me how to deal with this ship’s personnel or the safety of this crew which I have known for years. If you wish to discipline the crewman further by all means blow your load.” He turned to the lieutenant now.

“Meet me at the port side turbo lift on deck twenty-nine in thirty minutes, that is an order and bring gym ware.” Ryder closed off his mind now, he didn’t want her reading his mind he had allowed it to go on for too long, Noa did have some useful experiences even if he was insufferable.

“Anything more to add Captain, Lieutenant?” It was a rhetorical question but in case they did he waited his arms crossed.

• Commander Ryder Raauhl, XO