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because you guys made me feel so guilty. ;) Now | because you guys made me feel so guilty. ;) Now | ||
see what you've done! <BG> | see what you've done! <BG> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: To Serve and Protect</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81008<br> | |||
MD: 2.0610<br> | |||
SCENE: Security Office<br> | |||
J.C. leaned back in the chair in front of his desk, loosing the battle | |||
to fight against a yawn. Alex, the ACSO, sitting across from J.C., took | |||
a sip of his hot chocolate with a a few drops of brandy added for | |||
flavor. He had offered one to his CO, but he declined. After the | |||
briefing and the post-briefing discussion last night, he had turned in | |||
for a few hours sleep. Wanting to get an early start, he had asked Alex | |||
to meet him before Alpha started to have their own 'mini-briefing'. | |||
"Everyone in security was going crazy when the Admiral called down | |||
requesting the rifle, and safety overrides be turned off. Jonas was on | |||
watch at the desk, and called me off-duty to see if I knew what was | |||
going on.", said Alex. | |||
"I can imagine. He shocked us when he let go a shot at the sword. Hmm. I | |||
wonder if the Admiral still qualifies with his sidearm?", they both | |||
laughed at the mental picture of CINCSILVER at target practice. J.C. | |||
wheeled his chair back to the desk, | |||
"O.K., down to business. I'm glad you finished the performance reviews | |||
for me." Alex handed him two PADDs. "With the briefing, settling in our | |||
two new Cadets, and that torpedo modification project, I had my hands | |||
full." J.C. picked up the first PADD and scanned the names. | |||
"No problem, Ensign Allard..." Alex had stopped, J.C. tried not to | |||
notice, still reading the report. It would take a few weeks for him and | |||
the Security team to get used to the new rank. "Sorry, Sir. It slipped." | |||
"Forget it, Alex. When I hear it, I think someone is talking to some | |||
other Allard." he rubbed the new pip on his collar, "It will take some | |||
time for ME to get used to it, too." | |||
Turning back to the PADD, "Anyway, PO-2 Kori Matsumii, and PO-3 Micah | |||
Hicks both up one grade. I agree.", said J.C. | |||
"Jerry Jonas would have made CPO if that, er, incident with Mr. Mason | |||
had not happened.", Alex stirred the marshmallows in his chocolate. | |||
"Let's try not to remember that. I'm sure he doesn't want to." J.C. | |||
punched up a report on his desk console. "Alex, there seems to be one | |||
name missing...". Alex looked puzzled. He had gone over everyone's | |||
service records and performance evaluations, and listed the results of | |||
the two who were eligible for promotion. He stood up to see the screen, | |||
and dropped his mouth open... J.C. copied the file from the console to | |||
the PADD. | |||
"There, I've added CPO Tamarov, Alex T. - to Senior Chief Petty Officer | |||
to the list. Alex, two direct orders! Close your mouth, and sit back | |||
down..." J.C. smiled, and reached across the desk, offering Alex his | |||
hand. | |||
"Thank you, SIR! I'm not officially had my time in-grade for another two | |||
weeks." Alex had turned bright red, his face flushed. | |||
J.C. signed his name, and hit the send button. The computer would route | |||
the report to CDR. Maril and Capt. Zane for final approval. "It's not | |||
official yet, of course. Maril and the Captain will probably complete | |||
crew evals. while we're enroute, so wait patient for a day or so." J.C. | |||
picked up the second pad. After scanning the reports, his smile turned | |||
to a frown. | |||
"Both Duffy and McClure on report. Duffy for being late for duty, and | |||
McClure for a uniform violation.", J.C. hated this aspect of running a | |||
dept. Being recently in a 'hot' spot himself, the CSO had made it clear | |||
to all the Security NCO's that nothing short of excellence would be | |||
tolerated. J.C. had started the department meeting by saying, 'Our | |||
performance WILL be the best. The FEYNMAN may not be the flagship, but | |||
we're going to act like it. Excellence will be the standard, and | |||
standard will be unacceptable in performance.' | |||
"I wrote Duffy up myself, and T'mec wrote up McClure just last night | |||
when he came on duty without his comm badge. Said he had lost it, and | |||
didn't have time to get another." | |||
J.C. sighed as he again signed his name, and hit the send box. He | |||
gathered the two PADDs and stacked them in the corner of his desk. Duffy | |||
and McClure would be at the next Captain's Mast, now presided over buy a | |||
full Captain. | |||
Alex spoke up, "Oh I almost forgot, I passed the word around about the | |||
Volunteer Medical program Dr. Glin'Khar was offering. Put me, T'Boc, and | |||
Jeotcki Reobetorg down. A few others said they might later." | |||
"Good, Glin'kharr should be happy. I was considering it too. After all, | |||
we're usually the ones who need medical attention," they both laughed at | |||
the 200 year-old joke of high injuries in Security. "I'll let the good | |||
Doctor know this morning" | |||
Alex looked at his chrono,"its 0740. I'm going to go relieve T'meq | |||
early. Maybe she'll go meditate or something" J.C. rolled his eyes at | |||
the Vulcan-slam. They both got up, J.C. added, "remember, as soon as we | |||
reach the SERAPIS, all patrol teams are to double up, and I want that | |||
permanent team on the bridge 24 hrs, heavily-armed. NO surprises this | |||
mission, Alex." | |||
"Right, Lt. Allard." They walked out of the CSO's office. Alex went to | |||
the watch officers desk to relieve T'meq, and J.C. headed for the turbo | |||
lift. Once on the bridge, he greeted the Duty Officer, and went over to | |||
tactical. | |||
"Good morning, Mr. Hicks. You can go early, but check out with the duty | |||
officer first." | |||
"Thank you, Sir.", Hicks walked down to the center seat, and asked | |||
permission to leave. The D.O. nodded. | |||
<nowiki>*When Lt. Koreth comes on duty, I'll speak to him about the photon | |||
torpedo upgrade*</nowiki>, J.C. thought as he punched up Gamma's shift-log from | |||
tactical, seeing absolutely nothing of interest. Thinking, he walked | |||
down to the chair to speak to the D.O. There was a special | |||
'minor-alteration' J.C. wanted to add to the 'Chair'... | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Kinda long, but I had a lot to do. Jason, when you go on duty, J.C. | |||
will want to talk to you... | |||
Sorry, I didn't know who had the 'chair' during gamma??? | |||
....Now what could J.C. be up to...??? | |||
Cheers, | |||
Mike | |||