Starfleet- It's Not Just A Job, It's An Adventure

Posted on Sun Oct 21st, 2018 @ 1:08am by Commander Rita Paris & Senior Chief Petty Officer Syal Duran-Yeager

Mission: Hera v Hera
Location: USS Hera, Deck 11, Security armory
Timeline: 2395, very close to Meroset 347

Tapping the starburst combadge on her abundant left breast, Lieutenant Commander Rita Paris strode into the armory. "Chief Yeager, I have a question I'd like to ask you in person if you have a moment? I'm in the armory, Deck 11." Tapping the badge again to end the transmission, she spoke to the security personnel manning the desk.

The response came fast. "Aye, ma'am. I'm on my way."

"Paris, L-T-C-D-R, 8675309," the Starfleet legacy officer called out, and the computer chirped.

=^= Authorization accepted, Lieutenant Commander Paris =^=

Plucking the phaser from her side, she held it up in an open-fingered grip of surrender. "I'm declaring my type 2 phaser."

"Acknowledged, ma'am," offered the security officer. "Say, Commander, may I see your sidearm?"

The first officer drew upright at that but cocked her head slightly before stepping over in a swiveling, somewhat predatory stride to the petty officer who'd asked.

"What's your name, mister?" the gold-clad commander inquired.

"Petty Officer Second Class Barista, ma'am."

"Lieutenant Commander Rita Paris, Petty Officer Second Class Barista. Nice to meet you. Ever seen a classic model 2266 type 2? Well, outside a history class or a museum?" As the petty officer shook his head, Paris produced the weapon, presenting it in both hands before looking at the attention she was drawing.

"Eyes on your duty, people, look sharp, now," the first officer looked around archly, reminding the security personnel to stay on the job. "Mister Barista and I are having a private conversation."

For the next five minutes, the explorer of a bygone age and the modern security officer bonded over a mutual appreciation of the versatility of the classic 2266 Type 2, with the removable Type 1. By the time the chief of the boat arrived, Paris had agreed to requisition some for the armory, so that Mr. Barista might try it out for himself.

The door opened and in walked the shorter then average Bajoran whose presence had been requested, Duran-Yeager easily spotted the unique executive officer before moving speedily over to her. "Commander, you requested my presence ma'am?" Duran-Yeager inquired.

Glancing over and down, Paris took in the sight of the senior chief. "Ah, Senior Chief Yeager. Glad you could join me. Yes, I wanted to discuss the upcoming mission with you, if you have the time. Shall we?" Gesturing to the armory, Paris then began to stride into it. Apparently, she assumed the chief would follow as she kept talking. "I assume you already have a template on file for an EVA suit since they are custom fitted? Possibly the MACO EVA armor?"

Duran-Yeager followed in silence. "Yes, ma'am. I have my questions about the coming mission." she paused a moment as she regarded the larger female from behind as she followed Paris into the armory. I have a template on file but I don't have a suit made for me yet. I apologize, ma'am, as I have not yet gotten to it," she explained apologetically. "I was going to get to it before I went off watch."

"You haven't been aboard long, Chief- nothing to apologize for. If you bring up your template in the armor replicator over there, it should be able to get your suit ready in a jiffy. Assuming you're coming on the away team- ah," Paris snapped her fingers. "You have questions. I've got answers. Ask away while I suit up and I'll tell you what I can." Paris tapped at one of the armory replicators and produced the body glove with microvasculature assist for herself.

Duran-Yeager moved to the nearby console. "Let's see.." she commented. "Ahh, my paperwork did catch up with me, excellent." as she called up the specs for her own suit of armor plating. The small Bajoran turned to the larger human female nearby as she had an odd look on her face. "Do you want me to come on the away team ma'am?" she inquired.

"More of an offer, really," Paris called over her shoulder as she stepped into a changing room. Apparently, the Amazonian astronaut was a bit old-fashioned about shared nudity. As she closed the curtain, she kept talking. "I don't know if you're up for it- you have been through a lot. Some prefer to spend time alone or focus on work, some prefer to get back out there and get into the thick of things. I'm suiting up now because I'm due on the flight deck in an hour. You're welcome to be part of the landing party if you wish."

"I do, Ma'am," Duran-Yeager answered as she tapped the display before her, a suit of armor appeared before her. Duran-Yeager had no nudity taboo as she began peeling off her clothing so she could don the armor, within moments she was down to her underwear before she began climbing into the armor. The small Bajoran quickly powered up the display inside her armor while she quickly called up her custom settings. "Alright. Let's give these bastards a good hammering," she commented more to herself than to anyone else but because she had said it aloud, she knew others had heard her speaking.

Duran-Yeager quickly finished securing her armor, then she donned the two extra medkits she had requested, onto the thigh pouches of her armor. "Ma'am, when do we get issued weapons.?" Duran-Yeager inquired of Paris, who she assumed was still nearby. "Do you have any more of those old style phasers you like?" the small Bajoran suddenly smiled. "I can aim properly instead of guessing where my ordinance will fly."

Stepping out from the changing room, Paris' custom hardshell was a metallic yellow emblazoned with a Starfleet symbol that hadn't been used in over a century. The black bodyglove beneath lent it a very retro look, despite the modern nature of the armor. "I have to agree, I can at least aim my phaser. I'm afraid this is the only one I have, but we'll be stocking them up when we get back. TR-116Cs for this mission chief, sidearm of your choice. Loadout your kit how you like."

Tapping the Starfleet emblem twice, the armor turned nonreflective black, then Paris tapped it twice again to return it to its bright coloration. Stepping over to the weapons rack, the first officer slung the large carbine over her shoulder via the strap as she affixed a short sword to her back. Then she added a truncheon in her hip holster, her personal phaser on her right hip, a survival knife in her calf plating and a grapnel wirepoon at the small of her back. A few surprisingly heavy and dense clips clapped magnetically to cover her kidneys, while a similarly secured pair of high explosive granades she attached sideways at the hip. Moving and whirring, she took some experimental stretches in the armor, satisfied that the systems check seemed satisfactory. Retracting the helmet but retaining the gold tinged visor, Paris ran her armored hand through her short shock of blonde hair.

"Well then, Chief, if you're ready to deploy?" the armored Valkyrie asked the petite petty officer.

Duran-Yeager lifted two sidearms before she secured them both to her hips before she lifted one of the TR-116 rifles, she slung it over her shoulders so the but of the weapon was visible over her right shoulder. "I am ready ma'am." as she picked up a fire suppressor and added it to her gear. "I have everything I need." she paused a moment as she considered telling Paris about her loss but she decided against it. "What is our objective?"

"Cripple an army, disable a starship manufacturing facility and win over the hearts and minds of the people. You know, just another day in Starfleet..."

"Shouldn't take us too long, we might even be back in time for dinner." Duran-Yeager answered with a smile. "Another glorious day in the grand army of the republic." she added, a wide smile on her face. "This armor is cozy. I might wear it more often."