Mission Briefing: To the Rescue, part 2

Posted on Sat Jun 11th, 2011 @ 3:41am by Commodore Samantha York & Colonel Damon Raine & Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexler & Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & Lieutenant Serena "Seren" Jones & Lieutenant Tavish 'Tav' Ross & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Lieutenant JG Erin Tal & 1st Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan & Sergeant Chichire Shintaku & Ensign Stran & Lieutenant JG Randall "Iceheart" McGraw

1,178 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Conference Room
Timeline: Current

[Conference Room]

[OLD]

Kyt had a zesty comment for Commander Raine, but she refrained, instead, chewing on her lower lip.

[NEW]

Until now, Sam was content to sit back quietly, listening to the interchange and watching reactions. She was pleased to see Damon step in. But if he hadn't, she would have. She didn't expect her crew to be friends, they were a conglomeration of different personalities and some were a bit more extreme than others, but she expected them to be respectful while on duty.

"Commander Wexler, we're trying to teach Lieutenant Tramira how to behave in polite society. You're not helping. Your conversation is not appropriate for on duty. If you wish to exchange vulgarities, please do so in private in your off-duty hours. Here you are both required to be respectful and maintain the demeanor required of a Starfleet officer."

Wexler looked genuinely confused. "I apologize Captain. I was making a professional observation. Lieutenant Tramira is not unlike many individuals I've dealt with during my time studying various different cultures. My interactions have centered around adapting to the cultural standards of individuals instead of forcing them to adapt to mine. That, quite frankly, is my duty as a Starfleet officer in the specific arena I operate. And again, I have spent the majority of my career in field operating with others who are required to do the same thing. You'll forgive me if I don't always handle situations 'by-the-book'. In cultural anthropology we are always rewriting the book. It is not my intent to create strife. In fact, quite the opposite." Preston had become frustrated with this entire situation. Asking him not to adapt to each interaction is like asking a shark not to swim. "I would ask that you and your Executive Officer please keep this in mind as we proceed. A formal dressing down in public is not required and frankly, I don't like being treated with the same consideration as a known discipline problem."

"Understood. Then keep that sort of interaction off the bridge and out of briefings. And brush up on proper respect to the command staff." She glanced fondly to Damon. "Commander Raine is a Marine and takes military decorum very seriously."

"I understand Captain. And again I apologize for any confusion. No lack of respect for the chain of command was intended. It is why I offered to continue the conversation at a later time instead of hashing it out here in-front of the crew. The concerns of Commander Raine and yourself have been noted and I assure you that I will make every attempt to incorporate your understanding of proper protocol into my modus operandi for the rest of this mission." Preston realized that he was back into a formal command structure, but couldn't have anticipated the reaction of the Executive Officer. But then again, brute strength and cultural accommodation and understanding rarely went hand in hand.

Damon was still very irked with the response he recieved from the officer and the condescending pat on his shoulder nearly sent him over the edge. If there was one thing he had learned over his career in the Marine Corps, however, it was patience and controlling his anger. Instead he simply folded his arms and turned his attention towards Samantha who looked ready to start the briefing.

Leanne sat quietly as she shook her head at the attitudes between the crewmembers. One of them needs a sedative to calm down, she thought as she giggled to herself. Or be referred to a counselor.

Kyt was growing very close to being violent. A soft beeping sound came from her earring. Almost at once, a Vulcan in security gold entered the room. He neck-pinched Kyt, and gently lay her down on the floor next to her chair. He then took Kyt's seat. "Greetings. I am Ensign Stran. I'll be representing Security."

Chi turn away from people and suppressed her self from laughing out loud once she had regained her self she turned back she before the briefing begin.

"Is there something amusing, that I missed?" Stran asked Chi.

"Negative just had a flash back of my dad doing the same thing to me" chichire said make her face blank of emotion.

Randy walked in at that moment, stopped, looked at everyone, then shrugged and walked to his seat, sipping on his coffee.

Erin groaned, flopping her head in her hands. She had the nasty feelnig that a LOT of therapy was going to be needed to sort this mess out. The last thing a space-born vessel needed was its inhabitants killing each other.
''Oh gods.'' She muttered before shooting a grin at Chi. At least someone else found the whole mess hysterically funny.

''This is terrifyingly dysfunctional, even for a councellor.''

Leo walked in at that point, looking around. "Let me guess, I missed the best part of this whole briefing Col... Commander." He was looking at Damon, a slight smile on his face. He still snapped too as soon as the man said anything, it was going to be rough now that he was the official XO of the boat. Sitting next to Erin, as close as he could get any how, he winked at her.

Erin grinned, glad of a reprive from the tension in the room and winked back before turning her attention to Sam.
----

She waited for the rest of the senior staff -- and a few of their assistants -- to show up, then stood. "Welcome. Yesterday, I received a call from Admiral Burke. Michnar VII is a small planet on the fringe of Federation space. It is not currently a member of the Federation, although it is warp capable. The government is currently dealing with a planet-wide epidemic. Supplies are scarce and what little is there keeps disappearing and showing up on the black market. We've been tasked with picking up supplies and overseeing their disbursement. We don't know exactly waht we'll encounter when we get there as the government is reticent to send details. Starfleet, however, feels it is important enough to the overall peace in the sector to send us in."

"With respect to the investigations of the black-market," Stran said, "Do you require us to requisition an SCIS officer to handle this investigation, or shall I handle it personally?"

Stran was careful to use the word I, implying that Lieutenant Kyt would not be in charge of that investigation, as, given the situation as it stood, he wasn't sure that the implication of her doing so would stand to public scrutiny.

(To be continued...)

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Commander Damon Raine
Executive Officer

Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexler
Mission Advisor

Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Tavish "Tav" Ross
Chief Engineer

Lieutenant Erin Tal
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant JG Randall McGraw
Wing Commander

Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Captain Leroy Mangalia
Marine CO

2nd Lieutenant Noelle Ghasson
Marine XO

Ensign Daniel Daniels (PNPC)
Security Officer

Corporal Chichire Shintaku
Marine Sniper

 

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