Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in CoS Office - Let’s Call It ‘Sensitivity Training’ (Tag XO, OPS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Charles Tenkiller (Chief of Security) in CoS Office - Let’s Call It ‘Sensitivity Training’ (Tag XO, OPS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in CoS Office - Let’s Call It ‘Sensitivity Training’ (Tag XO, OPS)
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It was an hour before he had told the OPs chief to be there in his office. Tenkiller activated the comms and said =^= Security Chief to XO. Ma’am, need ya in my office asap. Thank you. =^= and he sat back and drummed his fingers on the desk.

Tenkiller, CoS

Jessica tapped her comm badge getting up from her desk. =/\= Do I need to run or can I get there with a jaunty saunter =/\= Jessica asked heading towards the door. Her comment showed the laid back nature of the command crew when they were not on red alert. Tenkiller probably would have just site to site transported her there if it was actually an emergency. Luckily her response was almost as short as the trip to his office. Palming the door lock, Jessica waited after hearing the trills announce her for Tenkiller to let her in.

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

The office was organized and efficient, as one would expect, but the personal items inside were unique. On shelves around the room were items most would be unfamiliar with past the basics: Various pieces of leather decorated with paint and beads. Feathers of some large bird. A hide drum. Pictures of people who shared the complexion of the man seated at the desk as the doors opened… a weathered reddish-brown skin and deep black hair and dark brown eyes. A large skull of some black-horned animal hung high on the wall behind the desk. Below it, in a transparent case, was a large hide-like shirt with intricate bead-work and adorned with feathers on the shoulders. A beaded necklace hung around the neck. On a shelf next to the door sat an odd-angled club and some kind of axe-like tool. Unlike the rest of the items, these seemed to be both easily accessible… and well cared for and used.

Tenkiller stood and placed his hands behind his back. “Thanks for comin’ Commander.” he said, his Oklahoma accent giving a slight drawl to his words. He took a seat as she did and began.

“Seems we had a bit of a… ‘verbal mishap’… last night in the Mess between our CSO and the Ops Chief. A… well…” and he looked uncomfortable for a second and then set his hands flat on the desk. “Ya know what, I’m just gonna call it like it is. Ops Chief called the CSO a ‘Rommie’. And yeah, that’s what he said. I was sittin’ right there when he opened his mouth. And you and I both know that is at the best of times a bit on the racist side. But here?” and he pointed out the window in the direction of the now shattered planets. “Now? Ma’am, I’m tellin’ ya… that ain’t right on so many levels. I told Lieutenant JG Brako to meet you and I here to discuss it, but figured you and I should be on the same page before he arrives.”

Tenkiller, CoS

Jessica sat and tried to keep her expression neutral inside her head however all she think was ah pluck a duck. Jessica hated these conversations so there was only one thing to do. Sure it could be seen as the chicken way out but there was also the old saying rank had it’s privileges. Tapping her comm badge she called the one person in the room that wasn’t here and probably had a litnay of ways to handle this. =/\=Lt. Harland please come to Lt Commander Tenkillers office =/\= She said.

Looking at Tenkiller, Jessica shrugged. “Counselors eat sleep and breath this stuff. If Harland comes in here though and suggests a twenty-hour course on equity training I may forget my southern manners.”

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

Tenkiller smiled and said “If that’s the suggestion, I got an airlock right next door. Ain’t nobody gonna know a thing.”

Tenkiller, CoS