Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Captain’s Eval of Wraith/Captain’s Ready Room

Posted by Ensign Peter “Wraith” McGarvey (Security Officer) in Captain’s Eval of Wraith/Captain’s Ready Room

Posted by Ensign Peter “Wraith” McGarvey (Security Officer) in Captain’s Eval of Wraith/Captain’s Ready Room
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McGarvey had just gotten aboard the ship and had made sure that his few pieces of cargo had been appropriately delivered to his quarters when he made to start meeting with each of his required boarding evals. Normally, he would just go to his Department Head but he had received a comunique en route to the Wolverine that the Captain wanted to see him when he first arrived.

Hopefully he is a fair man, I have read his Star Fleet record but that can only tell me so much especially if as Wraith suspected: his new CO had at least some involvement with Section 31.

He was manuevering through the corridors of the ship and had silently arrived at the entrance to the Captain’s Ready Room the location the communique had said to report.

He chimed for entrance and awaited permission to enter.

• Ensign Peter “Wraith” McGarvey

“Entre,” came a voice from the other side of the door. As it hissed open, McGarvey would see the CO standing by the port window of his office, gazing out at the stars. Remy turned with a smile on his face and said, “Welcome, Ens. McGarvey, to de Wolverine.”

“Thank you, Captain.” he said respectful, he didn’t return the smile but not in a cold way rather as typical for someone with the call sign Wraith: he acknowledged the smile with his eyes but was too busy taking in the details and weighing the situation in front of him to try and reciprocate the facial gesture… not to mention that the list of things that brought a genuine smile to Wraith’s lips were few and far between especially these days.

Remy indicated a pair of chairs in front of his desk and slid around behind to take his own seat. The captains dark hair and goatee were definitely longer than regulations allowed and his uniform was loose at the collar. Not exactly what one would expect from a commanding officer of a Starfleet vessel, but the Wolverine was not your average Starfleet vessel, either.

As Wraith sat he thought to himself, “not precisely the presentation I was expecting from a man I believe was once part of or at least associated with Section 31 but appearances can be deceiving.”

He sat in a relaxed manner but still with both feet on the floor, knees slightly apart, his arms comfortably at his side, seeking to express a confident but open position to his new commanding officer.

When Remy spoke, his accent was thick. If McGarvey had any information on Earth accents, he might recognize it as Cajun, a regional dialect specific to the area around New Orleans.

“I ‘ope you’ trip ‘ere was uneventful, Ens, ‘cuz tines will get eventful soon enough. Downtime is a luxuey on de Wolverine.”

Boudreaux (CO)

“It was a quiet trip, sir.” He answered matter of factly, he wondered how much of his file the Captain had access too. He expected his whole file including his previous work before Star Fleet but he wasn’t sure if the Admirals that had made the collaborative decision to move him to the Wolverine had updated Boudreaux as to the fact that he had deserted his post several years ago to rescue his fiance; and that it was only after her death and his subsequent “mourning” that he had sought to return to Star Fleet. He was quite sure that one of the admirals wanted him on this ship for positive reasons while at least two of the others would sooner he disappear in a very permanent way on the Wolverine.

-Ensign Peter “Wraith” McGarvey (Security)

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Remy stared at McGarvey, trying to get a read on the new security guard. Chances were that McGarvey, like most of the others on the Wolverine had a blemish or two in their file. He wanted to see how open the new guy was going to be about sharing it with his new CO.

“Ensign, I see dat por-SHONs of you’ record ‘ave been redacted or ‘ave been classified. I spent most of my career in de Intel field, an’ I still ‘ave quite de ‘igh security clearance. I could spent my time making calls and’ fishine to get full access to you’ file, but I would radder ‘ear it straight from you as to what is in de blacked out sec-SHONS. You being straight wit’ me, right ‘ere, right now, will go a long way in knowine ‘ow much I can trust you. Many of de Wolverine’s ops are extremely covert, an’ de trust among de crew is very important?”

Boudreaux (CO)

“Of course, Captain.” He collected his thoughts and decided it best to be forthright with the Captain.

“First, sir. I have a history of intel, espionage, a few assinations, guerilla warfare ops, and several other mission categories that I ran before Star Fleet. Some of those are referenced in my file and some aren’t. Some because a few Admirals were kind to me and helped keep a cleaner record upon my entering Star Fleet, and several because they would have needed to or had a hard time dismissing Section 31 activity in those missions.” If the Captain wanted specifics to those missions he was more than happy to give them but he continued with his narrative.

“I had always planned on joining Star Fleet because I believe in the cause of Star Fleet and the Federation and ultimately I think an entity like Star Fleet can do a much better job than just one man running solo missions. That said, I am not blind to the corruption or corruptibility of any structured system. Thus why not every Admiral is my friend.” He paused and gave a wry grin at that statement believing that this Captain would understand what he meant with such a statement.

“I had been moving up the ranks in Star Fleet successfully and had taken a new position on the Ark Angel when I received a comunique that my fiance had been abducted by a man that I thought I had killed. He was trying to leverage her for political power on her home planet and get revenge on me. Upon hearing the news, I left my post, I did submit a Leave of Absense request and my understanding is that my CO did approve it, however, some of the higher up brass were not so kind. I assembled a unit of people I could trust and ran an op on my own to retrieve her, by appearance we had been successful. I was en route back to her home planet when we recieved a comm from him expressing his deepest distress that we had taken his guest from his care as she needed a daily antidote in order to stay alive.” Wraith a man that rarely struggled with his emotions paused for a long moment.

“Less than five minutes later, Catherine was dead. My choices that followed that day were not kind and I must confess that I have a few fewer friends some because they died in the missions that followed, and some because they saw a side of me that they hadn’t encountered before, they thought they knew what heartless was but they had never seen Wraith lose all sense of ethics. I held nothing back in my pursuit of the Baron.” He thought briefly of his Bajoran ally Gale who had requested that he never contact him again after asking him to heal the Baron just so he could further torture him.

“I wandered for a few years after this incident, alone. I had all but lost my mind in that time frame. Finally, thanks to a very kind family and some very dumb criminals I remembered who I was and why I had dedicated my life to training, I contacted Star Fleet and after a short and quiet Court Martial where all charges were dropped, my file basically sealed, and I was demoted back to Ensign, they then placed me on your ship, Captain.” As he finished his condensed version of his file he sat open to any questions the Captain may have.

-Ensign Peter “Wraith” McGarvey (Security)