Two Lieutenants JGs, 3 Ensigns, and a Gunnery Sergeant walk into a bar...

Posted on Thu Jan 13th, 2011 @ 4:29pm by Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Ensign Daniel Daniels

2,076 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Chief Security and Tactical Officer's office
Timeline: Roughly the same time as the briefing post.

Myrna Lire scowled at the various individuals around the table.

The room contained Lieutenant Juniors Grade Myrna Lire, and Anthony Tobias, Ensign Loretta Wilcox, Ensign John Wilcox[Not related], and Ensign Travis James MacKenzie the fourteenth, as well as Gunnery Sergeant Tramira Kyt.

And they were all arguing over something, that, as the goody-two-shoes previous Chief Security and Tactical Officer's pet Gunny had pointed out, was the Captain's decision:

Who the hell was the acting Chief Security and Tactical Officer?

"Quite logically, Lieutenant Juniors Grade Lire, and Tobias should co-run the department." Ensign Stran had said. He had been told to get the hell out by... well, everyone really.

He apparently was not in the mood to argue, and had decided to leave.

Daniels had decided, when he received the memo that there was a staff meeting, rather than wade through the rampant verbal violence in the room, it was best if he just went and took notes for everyone.

"This is ridiculous." Lieutenant Junior Grade Tobias exclaimed. "Why, you Ensigns are all too green to lead the department head. Barely over 22."

"May I remind you," MacKenzie noted, "That Jaxara had restricted you from active duty, until you had completed your phaser recertification?"

"Jaxara is dead. That's no longer an issue." Tobias muttered.

Kyt decked him. That was not something anyone had been expecting. "You leave him out of this. He may not have been the best of them, but he was still your section chief."

Plink. Plink. Two golden pips hit the table. "Look at those, and say again, that his orders are no longer an issue. And anyone who tries to use someone dying as an excuse to be on duty, while not certified to complete said duty, deserves brig time."

That had pretty much silenced the bickering that had been sputtering about the room for the past 10 minutes.

Kyt shook her head. "I don't give a damn whether I'm technically a Starfleet Officer, or a Marine." She noted. "Once I get to speak with the Marine Commanding Officer, that will be cleared up. Jaxara left me in charge of the department. You all have heard the recording, and read the PADD he left me. That's why Winchester isn't here. She's going to be transfered to Typhon's security department for threatening a damn Ambassador."

Kyt apparently wasn't done. She pulled out five PADDs, from her bag, and put them on the table, one by one.

"Ensign Loretta Wilcox, personnel review. Extremely shy, and cowardly. Not officer material. Promotion not recommended." Kyt started. "That is signed by not just Jaxara, but THREE of your past department chiefs."

"Ensign John Wilcox, personnel review. Extremely insubordinate. Restricted from active duty thirteen times over the past two years. Previously, Lieutenant John Wilcox, of the USS Antares, demoted, due to gross insubordination, disrespect of various starfleet regulations, and the seduction of one Admiral's daughter." Kyt continued.

"Ensign Travis James MacKenzie. personnel review. Untrained in hand-to-hand combat. Restricted from shore-leave duties. Medical issues also must be resolved prior to restoration to full active duty." Kyt blasted. "That's pretty much a 'you are dismissed from this discussion'."

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Anthony Tobias, personnel review. Insubordinate. Abusive towards lower ranked officers. Not a team player. Does not take orders well. Has problems with female figures in authority positions." Kyt continued, unrelenting. "As the Captain's female, that's pretty much a write-off for you too, you pompous windbag."

Myrna glowered at Kyt. "You dug through our personnel records? You need department-head clearance for those."

Kyt chuckled. "You should be careful of crossing a man who is used to dealing with the legal system. Every one of these was in a box marked insurance in his personal effects. I volunteered to sift through them, and send pertinent items of memory to his remaining family. Do you really want to hear what he had set aside for you?"

The room slowly emptied, as the other officers were suddenly aware of just how outclassed, and unprepared they were for this battle of wits.

Myrna shook her head, as the last left. "I cannot believe you would actually use these against us like this."

Kyt simply stood firm. "I was ordered to do so. Jaxara had read over my request for a transfer to security, and signed off on it, under one condition. I had to clear out the ghosts of his past. That's fine with me. You want to sit here, and duke it out, let's play. Lieutenant Junior Grade Myrna Lire has had unprofessional relationships with several people in her department, often at the same time. Her management skills are questionable, and her ability to take constructive criticism, or unwelcome orders is questionable at best. In addition, there are, throughout her history, questionable incidents where persons who were of personal significant to her were cleared of any wrongdoing due to improper investigations, and evidence mysteriously disappearing."

Myrna looked up, shocked. "You dare accuse me of-" She broke off, and attempted to hit Kyt.

Kyt, being the better trained combat officer, parried, and used Myrna's momentum to shove her forwards, past Kyt, and onto the floor.

"No. Jaxara did. And he has various officers who are backing it up. I'm not using this to blackmail you, by the way." Kyt said. "They've already all been properly filed, as per Lieutenant Jaxara's requests. You won't be acting Security Chief, because in precisely one hour, the Captain's terminal will notify her of Jaxara's last personnel reports that he filed, including yours. Criminal charges will likely ensue, and your poor little boy-toy, Ensign Daniels, who you are stringing along, despite having various... special moments... with Ensign Wilcox, will probably have to be the one arresting you."

Myrna had fallen close enough to the door, to have triggered the door sensors. There was a rather hushed silence throughout the department.

"The only person currently technically in Security and Tactical, who deserves to be, at the very least, assistant chief security and tactical officer, is the one who is probably dealing with either a security issue, a bridge shift, or some administrative thing like a crew briefing. That's Ensign Daniels. HIS personnel record filed was one of very few in this department that had not one word of recrimination in it, because he simply does his job, and is otherwise harmless. You could do worse than to learn a little from him." Kyt finished.

"You are such a bit-" Myrna started.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Myrna Lire." Ensign Stran stated.

Myrna did not get to finish her insult. She looked up at the Vulcan, just outside the Section Chief's office. "What the hell do you want, points?"

"You will refer to me as Ensign Stran." The Vulcan stated. "Gunnery Sergeant Tramira Kyt is in possession of various pieces of evidence which suggests that on multiple counts, you either rigged an investigation, or purposely misplaced evidence in a criminal proceeding. These files come from a credible source, the previous section Chief of this department, for whom, you, and several others, had little, if any, respect for. Regardless, I am placing you under temporary arrest, for suspicion of various criminal offenses. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will, be used against you, in a court of law. You have the right to a fair, and unbiased trial, with, at your choice, a jury of your peers. You have the right to an attorney. If you either do not know of any, or are unable to procure one, for whatever reason, the Starfleet Judiciary service will appoint one to you. Do you understand these rights, and the charges against you, as explained, or do I require a slightly less intellectually spoken variation for your mind to grasp?"

Kyt rose an eyebrow. The Vulcan had, more or less, insulted Lire. Kyt was impressed. Apparently Myrna had not made too many friends among the department.

"Go to hell points." Myrna said.

"I will take that as an affirmative answer. Ensigns Wilcox, please escort Lieutenant Junior Grade Lire to brig cell four." Stran noted.

"Of course, Stran." Loretta said, almost immediately.

John shook his head. "And I thought what you had on me was bad." He said with a chuckle, as he more or less pulled Myrna up from the ground, and in the same movement, slapped cuffs on her. "Props to the Gunny for doing her homework."

Kyt shook her head. "I'll file the paperwork for that, if you don't mind." She said. "I have to speak with Daniels, and Lieutenant Junior Grade Rodriguez, before I go visit Major Raine."

"Gunnery Sergeant Kyt." Stran said, as he stepped into the office.

"Ensign Stran." Kyt acknowledged.

"You are as emotional as any of my other coworkers, that is for certain." Stran said. "But upon review of the other candidates, I must state that I hope Major Raine approves of your transfer to this department."

"Dare I ask why, Ensign?" Kyt asked.

Stran shook his head. "You are doing what you know to be right, regardless of the rank, or reputation of the individual in question. I hope this does not end up returning to damage you in the future."

Kyt chuckled. "No, that will be my chat with Major Raine. His views, and mine, on the marine corps... let's just say we're not exactly like-minded on that issue."

"Previous individuals already returning to damage you." Stran said, with a quirked eyebrow.

Kyt shook her head. "Hardly. That'd only happen if he decided we were workout partners. I might be a decent combatant. Major Raine is, without question, extraordinary."

Stran shook his head. "Physical Combat skills are not the only way of harming another individual. He is the only person who can refuse your transfer to Security and Tactical, and he can do a great deal of damage to your career, if he rejects it. The rejected transfer request will show up, every time you are up for a promotion. And his reasoning, as a Major, who has acceptable reputation, at the very least, on this ship alone, will be there, under the 'reason for rejection' line of that request. It will, to put it mildly, dampen your hopes of promotion, should you be required to remain in the marine corps."

Kyt laughed. "Hell no. I don't get my transfer, I'm quitting. I've paid my damn time to the Marine Corps, and then some. My transfer request falls through, I'm disembarking, and resigning, next port of call."

Stran quirked an eyebrow. "And what shall you do? Civilian police enforcement? Mercenary work? You are bred as much for a combat-oriented position, as you are bred to be Bajoran. To follow your specie's line of thought, as this is how the prophets made you."

Kyt wasn't expecting that one, But she had a good counter. "And, I will go where the prophets wish me, knowing they will protect my future. That's not the issue at hand. And please, I refrain from using religious explanations of life-concepts, while on duty, as I have noticed this bothers people. Do not use my own beliefs against me, if you are not up to the task of arguing them."

"Be that as it may, Major Raine knows this, just as you do. And he knows of other items in your past, which you may wish he did not. Whatever they may be, I am sure he knows, your options outside Starfleet are limited, and he may call your bluff, if you threaten to resign, just because he refuses your transfer request."

"It is not a threat." Kyt stated. She pulled two PADDs out of her bag. One transfer, one letter of resignation. "He is signing one of them. It is his choice, but it is no mere threat."

She walked past Stran, out of the Section Chief's office. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Rodriguez, a moment, please."

Stran shook his head, as he watched the Gunny go off to talk with the man. "I hope you do not screw this up for yourself, Gunnery Sergeant." He stated. He was well aware she couldn't hear him anymore.

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Lieutenant Junior Grades Lire, Rodriguez, Tobias [NPCs]
Security and Tactical Officers

Ensigns Wilcox, Wilcox, and MacKenzie
Security Officers

Ensigns Stran, and Daniels
Tactical Officers

Acting Ensign[Gunnery Sergeant] Tramira Kyt
Acting Security and Tactical Officer

 

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