Meet The New Boss

Posted on Thu Apr 4th, 2019 @ 1:43pm by Commander Rita Paris & Lieutenant JG Thav Th'ovohrot

Mission: Detours
Location: USS Hera, Deck 11, Security Office
Timeline: 2396

Despite his body language and personality Thav always did feel nervous when he came on board a new ship. Integrating himself with a new team was always something he worried about messing up even if he had managed it twice before. His gear was already secured in his locker and now he just needed to get his authorization from the ship's chief of security who he'd noted was the ships executive officer.

He made his way to the security office passing a group of his new fellow officers. Another group of females. He seemed to be seeing a lot of them in security. Maybe there was something about the ship.

He put it to the back of his mind as he pressed the door alarm. He had more important things to matter.

There was a pause before the reply came over the door comm. "This is Commander Paris. Can I help you?"

" Hello ma'am it's Lieutenant JG Thav Th'ovohrot, the new Master-at-Arms. I just need my transfer papers signed so I can return to active duty," he responded politely.

"Oh, that's right, Chief Riley rotated out at DS9," the door comm replied, the door still not opening for some reason. "Outstanding, Lieutenant- I look forward to meeting you. Give me five minutes and I'll meet you up there, I'm just finishing up an engineering inspection."

" Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes, ma'am. " The andorian said as he took a seat next to the office door.

Three minutes and change later, the gold-clad commander bustled through the Security office, moving at that high-speed military stride of hers that she was well-known for about the starship Hera. Striding directly up to the blue master-At Arms, she extended her hand in a standard human greeting. The woman was tall for an female earthling- a good 17 cm taller than Thav himself, and possessed of the type of curves that tended to make Human males do stupid things. A warm smile was present there on her face, and her demeanor was friendly, not in the least bit stiff or formal as one might expect from the executive officer of a starship such as this.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Th'ovohrot? I'm Rita Paris, welcome aboard. I usually handle the new crew onboardings myself, but we were in a bit of a rush leaving DS9. So I'm glad you chased me down. Let's have a talk, shall we?" Stepping up to the door, it opened at her approach and she entered the spartan and mostly empty office.

The andorian gave her arm a good shake before her stepped into her office. It was quite empty. His mate would be rather happy with such an empty office. Less stuff to tidy up. " Thank you ma'am. Is there anything, in particular, you want a word with me about?" He inquired as he took a seat at the desk.

"You came to see me, Lieutenant, so I assume you wanted a word? Am I on the checklist, or the last item on the checklist? Have you already checked in with Sickbay, the Captain and I'm double duty as your First Officer and your section chief?" The Commander took a seat behind the empty desk and leaned back, steepling here fingers like a Vulcan might, while leaning back and neatly crossing her legs.

"I need my section chief's authorization before I can carry weapons on the ship and i'd like to get to know my boss a little better," the master at arms said as he held up the PaDD, a polite look on his face. "It has my weapons authorization, ship boarding and defending results from my last tests from my previous assignment."

For her part Paris noted that her question had been sidestepped, so she took the PaDD and began reviewing it critically. After all, onboarding was where she tended to identify problems, and if the new MAA was a little too eager to be armed and evaded her questions, her suspicious mind was already going to work. "So tell me about yourself, Mr. Th'ovohrot?"

"Well I'm twenty-five years old and this is my third ship. I just transferred here with Oribiar, my mate of two years. We grew up together on the deep space exploration vessel we were born on. Both using the Yrythny solution. I joined the Academy when we returned to the Federation, been in security ever since. " the andorian explained politely. " We're hopefully trying to form a full quad with Thex and Tathaa. I hope it works out, they're both lovely girls."

As he spoke, the commander tapped away at the PaDD in her hands, and was reading as she was listening. There was a pause as she finished reading, then she looked up again. "They are indeed. Friends of mine, truth be told. That Yrythny solution business is troubling- I assume Thex and Tathaa both know about the potential ramifications?"

"Yes me and my mate don't hide it, unlike some andorians that I know off," Thav said a slight hint of disgust in his voice at the last bit showing some past involvement. "We've informed them, and they both willing to give us a go," He said a slight grin forming on his face.

"Mmmm." The sec/tac chief had her own opinions on that, but they had no bearing on the situation. As they were private matters, she set them aside to focus on the task at hand. "What experience do you bring with you? Your service jacket's a little light in that department. I'd like to know your job qualifications, if you wouldn't mind expanding on your skillset?"

"Five years in Starfleet after completing my academy training. Mostly on the USS Aberdeen on anti-pirate patrols. Over fifteen successful boardings and seven repulsing of borders. I know how to maintain almost all of the Federation's weapons and armor. You can thank my parents for that. " Thav replied as he listed his record.

"Almost? As a Master At Arms I would expect better than almost," the security chief opined. "How's your EVA game?"

"Fully qualified with twenty-four hours logged. Two of those in a combat situation. Hope I don't have to go through that again though. Doshi pirates seem made for combat in space." The MAA replied.

"You'd be surprised what you'll run into on this ship. Good to hear that you are already qualified and ready, though we'll have to get you checked out on the TR-116C2's once you're onboarded," the buxom blonde bombshell informed him. "They're a bit unique as Starfleet firearms go, and impressively versatile. A phaser rifle can be handy, but some situations just call for a plasma grenade. All right Mr. Th'ovohrot. What questions do you have for me? Open forum, this is your free shot at any answers you might wish to have answered before I set expectations and check you into the command."

"Well, there's a few I have to ask, but I don't think I have the clearance to know them. You are well aware of the reputation and the rumors that the Hera has picked up and have spread out amongst Starfleet," the andorian added honestly.

Leaning back and looking bemused the head of security smiled. "Actually, I have no idea what the reputation of the Hera is beyond this hull, Mr. Th'ovohrot. I tend to stay rather occupied with ship's business, and I don't get out much. So enlighten me."

"Well, all starfleet ships involved in intel get a reputation. People swear the USS Innsmouth has an unknowable thing living in its reactor coolant tanks and the less said about the Saratoga the better. Well, the Hera has developed a reputation. Rumors of forbidden tech deals with the Romulans and other powers. Then was the one about a VIP who seems to attract female officers to her. Is any of this true or is it just the drunken ramblings of bored ensigns." the andorian inquired.

"We do have the VIP who attracts Amazons, that's true. Thus why most of your coworkers are female in this department. All of them stand guard at the door of the goddess Hera, in VIP quarters 11 on Deck 8. They also escort her whenever she is brought out for walks about the starship, usually to the arboretum. Which seems to have a pronounced effect upon the security officer's physiques, rendering them larger, stronger... etc. So far the males just seem to stay in good shape."

"We've got some interesting R&D in progress, I'll admit. But no tech deals with the Romulans, and we fired off the forbidden technology to save the Alpha quadrant. Any other wild rumors or unusual questions for me? Now's your chance," The security chief offered with a slightly upraised eyebrow, her head cocked a bit and a small indulgent smile upon her face.

"Yes ma'am, I have a few more questions, though not on the unusual rumors side. If I have the clearance to know, might I know what the next mission goal will be, who if any opposition we'll be dealing with, and why we need to practice with the TR-116. Last time I check it wasn't standard issue." the master at arms asked Profesional.

“The next mission has yet to be defined by Starfleet Command- as I understand it, we are headed for port where the Captain has some business to attend to while the rest of the crew enjoys a bit of R&R after the last few hazardous missions. Rest assured, when I know what they are, so too will you.” Drumming her fingers on the desk, the seemingly casual Commander continued.

“As for the TR-116C2, they are most definitely not standard issue. However, you’ll often find that neither are our missions. The weapon is versatile and often quite useful in the missions upon which we find ourselves, in addition to the trusty phaser. You can choose to eschew it if you wish, but the title ‘Master At Arms’ tends to lead one to a belief in a level of expertise in weaponry that is reflected in the title.” While the expression might have been delivered with sarcasm, it seemed the head of Security was not joking nor was she making light of the subject. “You’ll also find that many of the Security force tend to favor the modern iteration of my old Type 2 phaser, which is more pistol shaped than its modern descendant. This is authorized and encouraged, as it is a personal preference of mine, unsurprisingly, and it has caught on with the Security staff.”

"Will do, boss. I haven't seen a type 2 phaser since the academy firearms collection. Will be interesting to see how one handles when it's been updated. Do I have permission to replicate a TR-116C2 and take it apart?" He asked politely. "Best way to work out a gun is to take it apart and see how it works."

That got him an upraised eyebrow as the Commander considered the question. “It’s a replication unit that translates the high-density matter clip into the requisite ammo called for that’s programmed into the rifle. In addition there is a small transporter unit in the barrel of the rifle. If you feel confident about disassembling those and reassembling them in order to learn about the rifle, that’s your choice, Mr. Th'ovohrot. Me, I just read the technical manual and took one to the range… but I’m old-fashioned, as you may have gathered.”

"I'll grab it holographic schematics and take a look at it that way." The andorian responded, his mind bringing up a far more safer option.

“As you like. So, anything else you’d like to cover?” The Security chief spread her arms wide in an encompassing gesture. “As Master At Arms, you will be in charge of the Armory, which means you will be responsible for weapons and armor training with both the security staff as well as any other members of the crew who wish to qualify with weapons or learn or practice with our specific EVA armors. Thus the nature of my questions, as you will be expected to be the resident expert, to instill confidence in the crew members who come to you seeking guidance.”

"I understand boss- I won't let you down and my work will prove it. Is there any training already scheduled that I should be made aware of?" he asked politely.

“None at the moment, but feel free to start scheduling some. Well, other than the 08:00 Monday morning hand to hand training- we’re trying out a new trainer, so I am curious how it may work out. And as an aside- please don’t call me ‘boss’. Chief or Commander would be better, I’ll settle for ma’am and whatever you do, don’t call the captain ‘sir’ if you value your career,” Paris explained, wondering if the new guy would think she was joking.

"Very well commander. I'll make sure I'll be there at 08:00. If there's nothing else you need, I'll start taking inventory of the ships armories weapons. " The andorian replied as he understood at once.

"Carry on, Mister Th'ovohrot, carry on..."