Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office
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Dealing with Starfleet was always a pain. So much protocol and hoops to jump through, let alone the amount of time he had to sit on his rear, grounded, waiting for the coordinates of the Prison Ship USS Swift. He sighed aloud. He hoped this shuttle would go faster. He wasn’t a fan of wasting time, but he was used to the feeling from being forced to be in hostile areas for extended periods of time waiting for the one opening to get away safely from behind enemy lines. His blip would most likely have appeared on their long range scanners now that he could identify the Swift on his. Time for more protocol .. At least this next part made sense to him. This wasn’t a typical ship or prison that you could just visit whenever you wanted. It was a secure ship and required a challenge and password phrase that, thankfully, they provided him with beforehand. He’d had to do this several times in his prior service with the Star Fleet Marine Corps so he could definitely appreciate it.

=^= USS Swift, this is the USS Rifter. Hope you’ve got those drinks in the window, I’ll be there shortly. =^=

=^=This is Swift, noted and welcome.=^= The comm was short and almost stoic, if one were barely listening.

He altered his course to trail them holding 50 kilometers away pending their response phrase for permission to dock.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

Gunther sighed. He actually bothered with the protocol for once, and didn’t even get the right response in return. Maybe these guys weren’t so bad after all?

The hangar doors soon opened to reveal the sleek interior of the Shuttlebay. It housed two other shuttles, however still had more than enough room for the Warden to set his vessel down for docking, until it could be returned to a base or otherwise, by the Colonel’s request. Above the bay, a man stood within the control room, a smile on his face as he waved to the shuttle. Even if the man couldn’t see him, he did it anyways.

It was almost natural for his approach with the small craft, as he entered the shuttle bay he rotated the shuttle with ease to have the front of the craft pointing back towards the shuttle bay doors. As it did it was easy to see from up close that it carried a heavier armament than the typical shuttle craft and the Star Fleet Marine Corps logo could be seen on the side. They were the ones that reached out to send him here, so they were the ones to give him the means of transportation.

Once the Warden was in and the bay doors had shut behind him, the oxygen slowly returned to the atmosphere of the room. And, outside waiting, was a rather odd Captain, tired albeit somewhat excited to finally have a Prison Warden.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

As his shuttle door opened he stepped out and rotated his shoulders a bit. It was good to be out of the small craft and back somewhere we he could actually walk more than a few paces. He hopped off the side and walked over to the Captain, despite having similar rank he understood that she was ultimately in charge of the ship and him the prison. With somewhat of a smirk, he approached, “Ya look beat Cap’n, you just get up or is Starfleet actually workin’ ya hard enough?” It was completely a joke and was readily apparent as he extended his hand to shake hers.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“When you spend your days running after a bunch of quick witted delinquents, you get fairly tired. You understand that, don’t you, Colonel?” She returned the friendly joke, her smile turning to the faintest smirk of amusement as she shook his hand, firmly. “Welcome to the Swift, Colonel Gunther. I am Captain Bov’ar Akarel, the commanding officer of this vessel.” She remarked, straightening her stance. “I trust you transport here was safe, well, aside from the natural tribulation we have out this way.”

Akarel knew that they had a similar rank, which meant that respect went both ways, for them. If anything, neither was in charge of the other. She was the commander of the Starfleet personnel, he made sure the Guards were in shape. More than one being superior, they were more like partners. After all, they were going to have to get used to each other, with the way this ship was.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

OOC: It might just be me, but I see the Warden and the Captain as being the same rank, just different assignments. So, they would be more on the basis of working together than ordering each other around. Sort of like when two Captains are working together or something like that. What do you think about that kind of dynamic?

Trinity

OOC: Totally agreed and I think the dynamic would be great!

He chuckled at her joke, glad that she could take one. There were some times interaction with different factions of Starfleet that didn’t go so well in his past. “Glad to be here Captain, feel free to just call me Gunther. Used to just my last name anyway, as for the trip? Eh, it was safe enough, considering. Though I did bring a dog with bigger fangs this time.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb back to the shuttle he just departed. “Why don’t we grab some coffee or something and go over everything? Haven’t quite been on a moving prison before, so this will be new.” He sighed slightly, “I’m sure there’s bound to be special protocols and what not.”

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

OOC: Awesome! This will be fun to play.

IC:
“There were protocol that I had never heard of prior to my assignment to the Swift, so, I would say there is definitely some things that you definitely haven’t heard of.” She offered a smile, taking one glance at the Shuttle, noting it was Marine. The Captain, herself, was a retired Marine, the sight of the shuttle bringing a certain light to her smile. “Follow me,” She motioned with her hand, turning on her heel before heading out from the entrance of the Shuttlebay and through the beige toned halls of the prison ship. Few people were about, as most were on shift or working overtime to tend to the recent issues. Offering them each solemn nods, Akarel led the man up to her office.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“Figures .. there’s always something new.” He followed mostly silently with his hands swaying as they normally would making quiet notes on peoples faces, locations, along with remembering the route back to the shuttle bay that they had just come from. There were all just second nature to him now and it happened on it’s own. “So .. what’s the place like?” He inquired idly as they roamed the halls.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“Unique,” Bov’ar began, stepping into the turbolift as she held the door for the opposing person. Once inside, she allowed it to shut and told the turbolift the proper deck, prior to continuing. “The atmosphere of this Starship is vastly different than any other of opposing class. It is stricter, often holding a more solemn air, as majority of its crew is from a Marine or otherwise militaristic background; including the Romulan Empire, Andorian Imperial Guard, Earth’s Armed Forced, Klingon Empire and the Federation Marines.” She glanced as an NE Ensign stepped in, dipping his head to them, but didn’t speak. “We hold the same ranks as any other ship, but happen to have Marines AND Prison Officers aboard. Thus, making this a high security vessel which many don’t last long upon, due to the intensity of it.” She rose her gaze to him, “The previous Warden was nearly killed by one of pour high class prisoners. After a few months of dealing with it, they finally said ‘No more..’ and quit..” She sighed, “They never last long.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

He wasn’t shocked to hear about the violence, though he was pleased at the military background of most of the members of the crew. “Almost killed huh ..? Sounds like they already failed in their duties allowin’ that to happen.” He wasn’t one to sugar coat a hard truth. “I’m not surprised they quit after that. I am, however, glad that most of our contingent is prior military from different backgrounds. We could put that to use with a cross training regimen. Each branch has a distinctive combat technique that we could learn from, along with being prepared to counter it since the possibility is high for prisoner violence.” While waiting for the turbolift to reach the destination his hands found their way to his sides and he stuck his thumbs in his pants, resting his hands at his waist. “Speakin’ of military .. I heard that you’re a prior service Marine?”

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“Yes, you are quite right. It was unfortunate that they had allowed such an occurrence to happen, but life is life and it must prevail.” She glanced over at the man, “You’re not much of a sugar-coater, are you?” She appreciated that in him, someone that would tell her how it is, instead of trying to find a way to make a bloody situation sound like sunshine and roses. She didn’t need any more Starfleet officers trying to make the universe out to be this splendid place, which it wasn’t. Sometimes, you just needed the fierceness of a Marine, to tell you how it is. Upon hearing the name of the branch of military, a faint smile came across her face. “First Lieutenant Jekku Akarel, at your service.” She brought up her hand and saluted to him, “Yes, I spent ten years in the Marine Corps.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“Not at all. Best to tell it how it is, I’m sure you already know the reasoning as to why. Best way to get out of a situation is to know you’re in a situation to begin with.” He nodded with a grunt of approval and a smirk to her background confession. “Rah. Always good to have another motivator aboard.” He paused to return her salute before continuing. “Did 23 myself before I retired as a Lieutenant Colonel. Which group?” Before she could answer he grinned and put his hands up defensively. “Relax, relax, we’re both Marines, I won’t count your group against you Captain.”

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

OOC: Oof. So many things group can mean.. I’m gonna go with the first thing that popped into my mind. Lol! Correct this, if wrong!

IC:
“Twenty-three? You ought to be given a medal for being able to put up with the Marine Corps for that long.” There was pure facetiousness within her voice, as she was being sheerly sarcastic about it. However, there was underlying respect for the man who had spent a good portion of his life serving for the Federation and the Marines. “My group? As in my department? My detachment?” She asked, smirking at the defensiveness in his ways. ‘Group’ could mean various things, so she chose for the one that seemed most plausible. “If you mean my department, I began in general communications, on Earth; switched to Intelligence and served on Deep Space Nine as base Intel; and ended in a ‘normal’ detachment on Starbase Vermillion, working as a simple 1st lieutenant, tending to those enforcement situations under the command of Captn. Lockwood. You could say that I liked to try new things, one might suppose.” She glanced at him, “If that is what you meant, what about you? If not, mind clarifying what you meant?” Stepping from the Turbolift, she left him towards her office.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

He nodded following her history as she detailed it. “Not bad Captain, not bad.” He had left the question vague enough so that she would interpret it her own way, which usually gave the most interesting answers. “I was mostly infantry myself, though at one point I was a Comm’s Officer in a Scout Platoon.” He kind of shifted his cheek to the side, remembering it. “Didn’t like that too much. Started off in a regular detachment with the 25th Marines before shifting over to the Scouts. After being with the scouts I wanted to challenge myself so I tested for and spent the rest of my time in with the Rangers.” As he followed along behind he wondered how this Captain worked. He had a deep respect for any that served in the military, but he held those who were in the Star Fleet Marine Corps to an entirely different standard. He didn’t trust many people right away, but he felt it easier to begin to trust those from the SFMC. It was an unshakable bond between those that served.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“Comms was always a bit peculiar, with the way it was run. Perhaps it was just the alien nature of mixing linguistics with military, despite it having been done consistently in the ancient Terran Military branches.” Bov’ar shook her head, prior to raising a brow at his mention of the Rangers, “No wonder you managed to obtain the position of Lt. Colonel; the Rangers are no joke. Impressive, you managed to sustain a long amount of time with them.” Akarel remarked. This Captain sas certainly unlike others before her. She was stricter, hardly taking crap from anyone. She led a tight ship, making certain that everyone knew exactly what they aere supposed to do. Her orders were clear, precise and without room for much question. It depended, merely whether or not the officer chose to follow them, correctly. It was the command of someone who had spent her life under strict protocol. Yet, beyond that, she was a truly sweet person. People simply didn’t get to see that, because it was reserved for her son.. And her son, only. “Come on in,” She motioned for the Colonel to enter the room, once she opened the door.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“All in a day’s work Captain, but you’re correct. There was just something too odd for me to deal with in Communications. That and it felt like there was just too many .. politics to be dealt with.” He shook his head, reinforcing the fact that he was glad to have never dealt with it again in his career. “It’s rough at the start with the Ranger’s of course, all those stories are true.” He hinted at some of the stories that were heard of the harsh training and initial treatment that they would receive if they were finally accepted into the Rangers. They would almost ostracize you for a while as if you didn’t belong, weren’t worthy, of being a Ranger. “Though, once you stick to your guns and hunker down, it becomes a family like no other, even within the Corps.” A certain reverence was in his tone that couldn’t be argued against when he spoke about it as he held out his hand as they reached the door. “Please, ladies first.” It wasn’t as much of a challenge, more of an offer and a courtesy. It seemed rather old fashioned, but he didn’t appear to have any issues being a gentleman as well.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)