Individual introductions

Posted on Fri 21st Feb, 2014 @ 4:09am by Colonel Marcus DeSalle & Commander Brian Windsong

1,239 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/6
Location: Commander's Ready Room, Ops
Timeline: Day following the welcome aboard ceremony

ON

Marcus finished looking at the FitRep on his computer console. This Commander Windsong looked like a capable officer. He tapped his comm badge. "This is Colonel DeSalle. Commander Windsong, would you please report to my ready room?"

Brian had been walking up to Sam as quietly as possible a cup of coffee for her in one hand, when his com badge went off> "Sorry babe, I have to run," he told her. as he closed the distance between them and sat the coffee down. He'd been planning to steal a kiss from her, maybe more but that was out the window.

Wicker looked up as Alpha started towards the door. She knew instinctively she was not needed any longer, at least not like she had been before, but that did not mean she wasn't still useful. She sprang up on all fours and beat Alpha to the door. She nosed his land as he pressed the locking nodule and the door slid open and he started to walk out. She shined expectantly. "Come on girl," he told her, "You might as well meet the new Commander see how he feels about dogs on board. Best behavior now." She wagged her yellow tail and followed him as he took the turbolift to the Commander's door and pressed the chime.

The door opened with a pneumatic "shoosh". "Come in." Marcus stood, raising an amused eyebrow at the sight of the dog.
(OOC The dog is a Golden Retriever)

Wicker cocked her head slightly as she sniffed the air. Another Alpha she decided and moved a little closer to Brian. She was protective of course but a little relieved too. At least she wouldn't have to smell the wrestling smell she had to endure when Alpha Brain and Alpha Sam went to their sleeping mat.

Brain looked over at the Commander as he and Wicker walked in. "Commander Windsong," the man said as he looked up at his new commanding officer.

"Pleased to meet you. And who is this fine specimen of a Golden Retriever?" he knelt down to Wicker's level, and offered his hand for her to sniff and get his scent.

Wicker cocked her head slightly deciding this man too could be an Alpha. So many damn Alphas. she sniffed his hand and tentatively licked him. He was saying something nice, or at least it sounded like that to her ears.

"Her name is Wicker," Brian said. I've just recently had my sight restored . She was my guide dog before and Star Fleet was kind enough to let me keep her."

There was still some slight bruising around his eyes but otherwise he looked as though nothing was wrong.

"Well, I'm certainly glad your eyesight was restored. How long did the doc say it would take before all signs of the injury are gone? " Marcus patted the dog on the head. He liked pets. He recognized them as valuable stress relievers and companions. As long as they were allowed by regulation. No apparent problem, in this case.

"Well she wasn't sure. If things work out with the implants probably another three to four weeks before my sight is fully restored. if not they may have to start the process over again. Acid can be a real bitch to deal with."

He paused, "Pardon me for my use of the vernacular."

Marcus waved his hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. Marines have a reputation for cussing up a blue streak." He smiled. "One of the things I'm interested in is your opinion of issues with the way the station was run, and how you think it could be better. I'm a firm believer that if you don't know what's broken, you can't fix it."


Wicker having satisfied her curiosity walked back to where Alpha as sitting and curled up on the floor next to him.

"Well to be honest, sir, Colonel Drake had some issues. Not to throw him under the shuttlecraft, we all have issues. To be honest he and I shared a similar problem. Both of us had our first loves killed. His in an accident, mine by my brother.

We just dealt with it in different ways. He drank. A lot. and blamed himself and Star Fleet for the man's death. I used my efforts to find who was responsible and took care of things the Akadian way.

He was a good enough leader, don't get me wrong. There were several incidents he handled well. And then he met the counselor Paul Graves and they became a couple. I guess that's why they asked for a transfer together."

"I see." Marcus nodded sagely. "Losing a loved one is a pretty hard thing to get over, no doubt about it. So what would you like to see changed on the Protector, if you had your 'druthers?"


"I don't know that anything needs to be changed per se. I think we have a pretty cohesive team up until now. My only suggestion is that we perhaps have a committee of civilians, Marines and Fleeters, so we keep the lines communications and an exchange of ideas going back and forth. And I believe that Jade had a committee together and talking about adding a garden, or a river walk, I'm not really sure. But you might want to ask her about that."

"Thanks, I will," he replied. "Do you have any questions for me?"

"Well since you asked, without prying into your past,which is no one's business but yours, are there any, skeletons in your closet that might come back and bite us all in the ass. I know that is kind of mixing metaphors sir, but I think you understand my question."

Marcus chuckled. "I don't believe there is anything in my past that would pose a danger or threat to the crew, or anyone else," he said. I come from a long line of military tradition. "As a matter of fact, some of my ancestors served back in the old French Foreign Legion on earth." He took a sip of a greenish, bubbly soft drink on his desk. "As a matter of fact, I dare say that blackmailers would have a difficult time digging up anything sufficiently scandalous on me, and would probably move to an easier target before expending that much effort. Was there anything else you wanted to know about me?"

"No sir, I think that's all I have. Do you have anything you'd like to ask me. You know off the record?'

"I think I'm good," he replied, standing up. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Commander Windsong, and I look forward to working with you. Dismissed." He leaned down to the dog, gently petting her head. "And you take care of your master, Wicker!" He smiled.

Wicker wagged her tail. She liked the man and he didn't smell like the man that gave Alpha orders. And friendlier too.

"The pleasure is all mine sir and welcome to the Protector." He moved towards the exit, "Let's hope things stay dull and routine, but I doubt that will be the case."

Marcus chuckled as Brian left his office. He liked him. The dog was nice, too. He might have to get a pet. Returning to his console, he started reviewing the next officer's service record.

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Colonel Marcus DeSalle
Commanding,
Star Base Protector

Commander Brian Windsong
Acting 2nd Officer/Chief Diplomatic Officer,
Star Base Protector

 

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