Posted by Ensign Ovik (Security) in Side-sim: Whipping the security team into shape

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quinn Phy-Knight (Chief of Security) in Side-sim: Whipping the security team into shape
It was quarter to three in the afternoon and Quinn was sat in her office, counting down the minutes until her scheduled briefing with the entire security team. She’d still not found time to decorate yet, but that could wait until later. She had more important things to deal with right now. Ok, so about to go out and properly exert my authority over a group of individuals, some of which are a lot older and have been in Star-Fleet a lot longer than me. No big, right? While she said that to herself, the truth was she did feel a touch nervous. She only got one shot at this and if she screwed it up, she’d be fighting her own team just as much as all the nasties that lurked out in the ever-expanding galaxy for the foreseeable future. She took a deep breath and stood up. Moving to the centre of the small room, she began lightly moving through the motions of a tae-kwon-do pattern. There was not nearly enough room for her to do it properly, so instead, she settled for pivoting around on the spot.

She must have rattled through at least half a dozen by the time her alarm went off to tell her that it was time to go. Ok, here goes nothing. She smiled to herself as she made her way to the office door, but quickly neutralised it by the time it opened and she stepped out. Time to rally the troops.

Quinn-Phy-Knight
Security chief

It had been some time since a proper tea ceremony had been performed with Ovik involved. He had gotten in a good routine of doing these out at the colony he was posted on before the Sentinel, but that was a while ago. The Vulcan had everything set and began the meditation and some low murmuring. The tea was steeping with the freshly-hot water, and the vapors from the dried leaves began to rise up to hit his nose. It was a smokey scent that was pleasing to him. Out of all of his Vulcan heritage, a good portion of which he did not adhere to, the tea meditation was one of his favorite.

Of course, that was before his alarm chime slowly grew in volume from silence to slightly audible - it was a soothing wake-up call which he used for these times as well. After all his planning and duty shifts, he had not planned appropriately for the chief’s briefing. “Drat,” he said outloud, opening his eyes. He took the carafe and held it to his mouth, taking a gentle sip. It was almost perfect. But then again, the timing was off. “Another time,” he whispered, taking another sip. Ovik put his things down and got ready for the meeting.

Truth be told, Ovik was a bit nervous meeting the security chief for only the second time. And getting to see his crew mates. Nerves were not rattled much on Vulcans, but Ovik was not a typical Vulcan. He felt the anxiety, ever so slightly, increasing as they all made their way to the security area. Ovik entered and walked over to the central area of the space. He gave a quick salute and settled into a comfortable spot to stand.

Ens. Ovik, Security

Quinn surveyed her assembled security team. Several of them, the ones she had encountered moments after docking, were young, green ensigns straight from the academy. However, others were older, having clearly served in Star-Fleet for years. In other words, people with far more Star-Fleet experience than she had. However, she’d been around the block several times on her travels, knew what was out there and she had read several reports from other security chiefs who had returned from their missions. The bottom line, the red shirts they all wore were effectively big old targets. It had not been a shock to her. In fact, it was the reason she had chosen security in the first place; that’s where the danger, the excitement… the brushes with death were. Ok, Quinn, showtime. You can do this. You can do anything.

Lt Phy-Knight strode forward, her uniform pristine and her long flaming-red hair held up in a tight knot behind her head, a far cry from off-duty appearance. “Ok, listen up, people,” she barked, her voice harder than steel and quite impressive for someone of her lithe stature. “I’m not going to pussyfoot about here. Your part of a Ster-Fleet security team, aboard a starship and to cut through all the honour and protecting the Federation crap, it boils down to one thing; you’ll be facing dangerous situations and often. Security has the highest mortality rate of any department within Star-Fleet and the odds of a fatality amongst our number is not in our favour.” As she spoke, Quinn met the gaze of each and every one of her assembled crew. “If any of you were unaware of this and wish to request a transfer, then this is your opportunity to do so.” She paused to allow her words to sink in and see if any of her team would fold.

Lt Quinn Phy-Knight
Security Chief