Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Ready Room - Checking In with The Old Man

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Ready Room - Checking In with The Old Man

Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Ready Room - Checking In with The Old Man
Reilly stepped onto the bridge and looked around. He had been on board less than twenty minutes, just long enough to drop his carried belongings in his quarters and make sure he looked the part. Glancing at the empty Executive Officer’s chair for a moment, he then looked ta the rest of the stations, nodding to each of the Bridge crew on duty. He then made his way to the Ready Room and pressed the chime.

Reilly, Incoming XO

OOC: Who you calling old? :)

IC: From inside the Ready Room, Reilly would hear the response of “Entre’”.

As the door slid open, he would see rising from behind the desk, his new CO. The man was more than half a foot taller than Jason, and solidly built. His dark shaggy hair was tousled and matched the dark van dyke goatee covering the lower part of his face. The goatee was neatly trimmed, but the man also wore a five o’clock shadow, definitely not Starfleet regulation. His dark eyes were intense as they took Jason in, but there was also a love of adventure visible in his stare. When he spoke, it was with a Cajun French dialect, straight from the bayou of Louisiana.

“Cmdr. Reilly, welcome aboard de Wolverine. I am Capt. Remy Boudreaux.”

Remy offered Jason a seat on the other side of the desk and then sat himself. “You ‘ave quite de impressive dossier, Commander. ‘Avine a background is very important do dis posi-SHON. I am wonderine what it is you did wrong do get sent to us, no?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Reilly sat as the Captain spoke, and settled into the chair with an ease not seen often in personnel reporting to a brand new Commanding Officer. Leaning back he shrugged slightly. “Now what makes you think I am the one being punished here, Captain? Maybe my being here is a punishment for you. I mean, we really should consider all the possibilities, don’t you think sir?” There was a slight sense of amusement in his voice and a slight smile on his lips; but if one had paid close attention it could be seen in the miniscule eye movements that the officer was taking in every detail of the office and the man seated at the desk.

Reilly, XO

“Touche’, Commander,” Remy replied. “Cept, I do no’ look at beine assigned to de Wolverine as a punishment. I was given command because of my background, both within Starfleet an’ tines I took part in before entering de Academy. Over my lifetime, I ‘ave acquired a very particular set of skills. Skills dat ‘ave served me well as an Intel operative, as well as de commandine officer of a starship whose miss-SHONS are no’ always done by de book. You will find by servine’ on dis ship, no’ eve’ytine is always black an’ white. We often step into de grey areas of Federa-SHON rules.”

Boudreaux (CO)