The New Guy

Posted on Tue May 12th, 2015 @ 8:53pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Daln Hadren

Mission: The New Sydney Fiasco
Location: Ready Room

Daln had just come from literally stumbling upon the Chief Flight Officer, and now, hopefully, he could report in to the CO rather than send her crashing. He stopped outside the door, smoothed his uniform, and rang the chime.

"Come in," Enalia called, looking up from her desk terminal.

Daln entered and saw the standard ready room for a Nebula class with a Galaxy class bridge, though the captain had added a few personal touches with art no doubt from Trill.

He nodded at the woman behind the desk and said, "Lt Daln Hadren, reporting for duty ma'am."

"Excellent. Have a seat," Enalia said as she motioned to the seat across from her. "I've been expecting you. Would you like something to drink?"

Daln set his bags down and sat gratefully in the chair. "Just ice water, ma'am."

Punching up a glass of ice water and a fresh cup of tea for herself, Enalia slid the cold beverage towards Daln. "I haven't looked over your whole service record yet, sadly. Have you served on a ship like this before?"

Daln took a sip of the water and sighed. "Yes, I've been on several nebulas. I was an interim security chief for a while, but I got my first permanent posting on an excalibur class. For most of my career, I just went wherever I was needed. I had been hoping to make the Palamedes my home for a while, but..." he trailed off, thinking of Malaxi.

"That's good at least. We're not a run of the mill Nebula though. The Hera is a Bonchune series Nebula, directly based off of the Galaxy class ships in many ways. Hence one of the reasons we have a Galaxy class bridge outside that door." Enalia rattled off distractedly. "One of the perks of falling under Starfleet Intel and overseeing your own refit."

Daln nodded. "I'll take a look at the weapons and see what I have to work with when that time comes."

"Plenty and then some. For a science vessel, we're pretty well armed. Again, another perk of reporting to Starfleet Intel." Enalia replied with a grin. "So is there anything you're looking forward to on this assignment?"

Daln thought for a minute. "Hopefully staying a while. As an interim officer, I moved around a lot. I'd like to stay grounded for a bit."

"An interesting choice of words... Grounded... But I think we can do that. You'll have a lot of work but you'll be around to see the results of that work." Enalia said with a smile. "And keep in mind the training regimens for the security personnel. Dragon fighting is on Tuesdays."

Daln gave her an odd look. "Dragon fighting?"

"Dragon fighting." Enalia repeated in all seriousness.

Daln closed his mouth, and could tell that the woman was having a bit of fun. "And what does that entail?" He was getting less and less happy with this posting.

"You have to be ready for anything. Hence Commander Fairchild had them doing dragon fighting training just in case." Enalia explained, still perfectly serious. "I just see the training reports. If you want to know more about it, you might want to ask her."

Daln shook his head. "Yes, we have to be ready for anything, but dragons? Really? Anything remotely similar to that is entirely encased in a nebula that is next to impossible to get through safely for a ship, and even then they are barely larger than a Clydesdale, and unable to fly for long periods. Dragon training will not happen. Boarding scenarios, kidnapping scenarios, surgical strikes, those are legitimate."

"Then since we've already had a mission against zombies and ghosts, train them against undead borgified creatures created by a mad scientist and Devidians." Enalia replied, still serious.

Daln looked incredulous. "Zombies and ghosts? Zombies and ghosts?" He stirred in his chair, trying to alleviate the pain between his shoulderblades. "Ma'am, with all due respect, what kind of madhouse is this?"

Enalia had to smile at Daln's reaction. "One that gets sent on some crazy missions from Starfleet Intel."

Daln nodded, a little worried. "I'll get right on the training, ma'am."

"Good. Anything else I can do for you?" Enalia asked, still smiling.

Daln shook his head. "No, ma'am."

"Then I place the security and wellbeing of the ship and crew in your hands." Enalia said cheerily. "Dismissed."