Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim RTF Office

Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in side-sim RTF Office

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Casela shrugged, “I’m fine. I’ve had worse, and I will again. But you should see the other guy.” Casela knew her reputation, and it had saved her life on more than one occasion. She wouldn’t ask forgiveness for it.

Standing then up, Erve put back the regenerator in the first aid kit making a decent work stabilizing some of the contusions. He stood up, walked a bit around the room and sat back on the other side of the desk “Lieutenant… Working with ya will be a struggle, I must be honest, beside this apparent hate between you and the XO. Your character isn’t something that Starfleet’s normally seek but the RTF does. I read you are capable of combat, of self-defense and have others skills useful for this ship. I need you, but as some of the reports in your personal database tells a story, You need discipline, which lacks in you apparently.” He tapped the desk surface “I will not beat you up like Mr. Ryder, but from now I want you to be less aggressive with the Seniors Officers and non-RTF crew. Oh and I will appoint you a daily combat and recovery training. This includes lethal weapons replicas, realistic but not too much. They can hurt people.” Now things were calmer, more soothing. It was time to make the next move before the Counselor could say anything else “Open the Brief case.”

Great she thought, he wants to ‘fix’ me too. She opened the brief case and grinned. Oh this was awesome. She picked up each piece and examined them a practiced hand.

Inside the briefcase there was an RTF handcrafted uniform from an unknown tailor. It had Casela’s size and beside she would haven’t probably told anyone her waist size and circumference, the tailoring could be almost considered “perfect” and suiting… the first time with Erve was almost the same: he literally did not knew how they got the size correct. With the uniform a Mk. VII baton, an access iso-chips to Abell Conditions anomalies and a personal modified rail hand-gun were stuffed aside with a couple of rounds. All of this with a letter which was given to all RTF agents who received finally their official uniform and gearing.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

She glanced over the letter (what does it say?) and then placed it back in the case with the other goodies. “I welcome the training. I will tell you my biggest problem, Cpt. I’ve always worked alone, for the most part. I’m sure you can understand how making decisions alone for so long can be a hard habit to break. I’ve never worked on a team as big as the RTF on this ship, but I will. My teams were 2 or 3 people. Usually me and a KAI. Hence why they sent me to be the handler. If you have reservations, I understand, and can sign the KAI over to you. I have no desire to put anyone on the RTF team at risk. As for star fleet…well we’ll see how that goes.” She dabbed at where the cut had been a moment ago, a wicked gleam on her face. “Things will work out, one way or another.”
Lt. Synthi-er