New Security Officers
Posted on Wed Jun 15th, 2011 @ 6:33pm by Ensign Daniel Daniels & Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Ensign Stran & Ensign Leee-ee/Maddison Tyler & Ensign Robert Tyler
1,601 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Shades of Gray
Location: Shuttle Deck / Security Lounge
Daniels sat on the edge of the shuttle bay, watching the shuttle full of new arrivals land. He pondered the crazy that were happening about the department.
A 'Joined task force' between the security, and marines, Kyt bumping uglies with points, and new arrivals.
The shuttle landed, and the force-field snapped into place, repressurizing the deck.
Among the various individuals coming out Daniels easily recognized his quarry. After all, it wasn't every day you saw a woman with bluish skin, and webbed feet, wearing an aquatic field generator belt around her. The curious bubble was perfectly transluscent. The taller, clean-shaven man, would be her husband, and team partner.
"Ensigns Tyler." Daniels said nodding.
"Ah, Mister Kyt. A pleasure to meet you." Robert Tyler said, nodding.
Daniels let out a good few seconds of laughter, before sobering. "Hardly. I'm Ensign Daniels, Assistant Chief Security and Tactical Officer. And I will pay you 300 credits if you call Kyt 'mister Kyt' to her face."
"Deal." Robert said. "My wife, Maddison. Don't bother trying to pronounce Leee-ee. You can't. I can't. Anyone who's voice box wasn't developped under water can't. Besides, it breaks glass, and stresses metals, in non-aquatic environments."
"Maddison?" Daniels asked.
"My husband is fond of 20th century films. When we met, on Velur, he chuckled, when I broke the windows at the restaurant at the Federation Embassy, introducing myself." 'Maddison' said.
"Splash. Tom Hanks. Cute movie." Daniels said, nodding.
"Not one of his better ones, I'll say." Robert noted, dryly.
"Turner and Hooch?" Daniels asked.
"Personal favourite." Robert said, nodding.
"Likewise." Daniels said.
"Oh, goddess save me. Another one." Maddison muttered.
"Goddess?" Daniels asked, as he led them to the Security department.
"Maddie is a proper Velorian priestess. It was quite a kurfuffle when she married someone non-Velorian, and took up the un-priestessly job of security." Robert said. "I say, it's right about tea time now, chap. Where is this Kyt woman, anyways?"
"She's..." Daniels trailed off. "...attending an anger management course."
"Ah. Well, anyway, let's have a spot of tea. I've got an entertaining story." Robert noted.
The Velorian took up a seat to the left of Robert, and Daniels was briefly amused at the fluidity to her movement.
"Can she survive without the field generator?" Daniels asked.
"Oh, quite easily, yes. She can, technically, breathe air like you, or I, however she does dehydrate at an astonishing rate." Robert said. "She keeps the suit on, nearly all the time."
"But... if she's your wife... how do you..."
Robert chuckled. "It's either the bath tub, or one of us holds their breath, chap. Tea, Earl Grey, Hot. Three cups."
"Robert. You know we don't discuss such non-priestessly things in public." The Velorian chastised.
"Sorry I asked." Daniels muttered, shaking his head.
The replicator in the Security Lounge did as requested, and the Velorian did a slight prayer over the tea, before setting it before Daniels first, than Robert, than herself.
"That was borderline ritualistic." Daniels said to the Velorian woman.
"It is, actually." Robert said, nodding. "All food is blessed by Velorian priests, or priestesses, prior to consumption. Best cooks in the galaxy, from my experience."
"Your priests, and priestesses are cooks?" Daniels asked.
"It is our way. For the longest of times, our people worshiped mother Ocean, and thus, it was the priests, and priestesses, who thanked the goddess, and blessed the food, with her sacred prayers, prior to consuming. We may have gotten a great deal more civilized over the last few centuries, but some habits die hard." Maddison noted.
"Habits?" Daniels asked, very confused.
"Velorians have long life spans, and short times during each phase of their lives where the male is fertile." Robert said. "Maddison would be nearly 399, by now."
"Flatterer. I've been over 500 for over a quarter century now. You weren't even born, when I was 399." Maddison noted.
"Someone's a fan of older women, I take it." Daniels said, chuckling.
"Something to be said for experience." Robert countered. "Regardless, I've got a story, about your Gunnery Sergeant Kyt, that I assure you, you have never heard."
"She's actually Lieutenant Junior Grade Kyt." Daniels said.
"Yes, well I remember her as Prisoner 84M7L2. The Mylon IV prisoner riots were a hoot." Robert said, with a chuckle. "Here I am, called in on a situation where the guards claim one of their guards was taken hostage by the prisoners. Apparently, this guard had been... shall we call it abusing... women in the prisoner's showers, which no one either knew about, or was willing to admit to. I storm the complex, with 7 other members of my strike squad, and what do we see? Your nut of a Bajoran woman, in a bath towel, beating the living hell out of this guard, for trying to 'abuse' some poor betazed girl. The report I wrote on her, and the events that day was quite entertaining, I tell you."
Daniels shook his head. "That sounds like our Chief, alright."
"Damned fine woman to serve under. Still believed in law, and order, even when she had her stripes stolen." Robert said, nodding. "I hear she recently converted."
"No, she's still a believer in the Bajoran Prophets." Daniels said, with a chuckle.
"No, you fool. I mean, being wrongly imprisoned by the SFMC was apparently acceptable grounds for her to switch to Fleet Security." Robert noted.
"Oh, that. Well, it was either that, or face brig time for being grossly insubordinate. Kyt doesn't get along too well with the then-marine commanding officer, now Executive Officer." Daniels said. "Another convert."
"Three, on one ship, and the universe has not imploded." Robert said, chuckling. "I'm impressed. Regardless, I presume you've got our files already."
Daniels nodded. "'Explosive expert', and 'combat medic', are generally not mutual positions. Neither are 'Sniper' and 'Starfleet Marine Corps Investigations Officer'."
"She's the explosives expert." Robert said. "I'm no good with setting timers. Tried it once. Blew me left pinky off. Had to get it regrown."
Daniels shook his head. "Well, technically, that'd make you an SCIS Agent afloat, but Kyt will hate the fancy title, so we'll just call you a 'Security Investigations Officer'."
"Whatever makes the woman happy. I've seen her angry. I'd rather not be the cause." Robert said, chuckling. "For a field Medic, she did a great deal more killing, than healing."
"She was part of the Bajoran resistance, when she was 21, Robert." Daniels said. "Her innocent days were stolen by Cardassian occupation. She did a great deal more killing, than healing, because she was fighting people who rarely left bodies that could be healed, preferring either mass slaughter, or kidnapped forces to torture. She did what she had to."
"It was not a judgement, lad. Not in the least." Robert noted.
The Velorian woman sipped her tea. Her eyes darted to a doorway.
Stran, and Kyt entered the lounge.
"That was very decent progress, Kyt." Stran noted, as they entered. "You did not even harm the holographic instructor."
Kyt chuckled. She looked from Daniels, to the two new officers.
"Ensigns Tyler." Daniels said, nodding to them. He threw his thumb over one shoulder, at Stran. "That's points. He's the Chief's Anger management counselor, and he's also probably the only sane member of our staff." He threw his thumb over the other. "And that's Lieutenant Junior Grade Tramira Kyt."
"You are getting it quite wrong, Ensign Daniels." Robert noted. "Bajoran naming tradition, despite where the names fall, is surname first, personal name latter."
Stran nodded. "I am Ensign Stran, this is Lieutenant Junior Grade Tramira, your section Chief."
"Someone got it right. On the first try. I may have to pass out." Kyt said, jokingly.
"Your lucky points is here to catch you." Daniels said.
The Velorian, British investigator, and Vulcan gave Daniels a slightly mortified look, as Kyt scowled.
"You got something you wanna say, or ask, Daniels?" Kyt demanded.
"Are you two sleeping together?" Daniels demanded.
"That's an inappropriate-" Stran started.
"And excessively suicidal," Robert added.
"Question to ask." Stran finished.
"Just curious." Daniels asked.
The Velorian took three solid steps backwards, and cowered behind a plant.
"Sweet pea, what in good heaven are you doing?" Robert asked, as he approached the plant.
"I do not wish to get any Ensign Daniels on me, when she splatters him into the ground." Maddison whispered.
Kyt found this so entertaining, she nearly fell over laughing.
Stran quirked an eyebrow. "An unexpected response."
"Tyler. Gunny Tyler. SFMC Special response team." Kyt said, chuckling. "You've been telling stories about me, haven't you?"
"Well, it is an extremely entertaining story. Why, I'd bet some of the marines would find it entertaining, too." Robert noted.
"Do you have an affinity for the manner in which your internal organs are currently organized?" Stran asked.
Robert looked at the Vulcan. "Are you threatening me, over a joke, Ensign Stran?"
"No, Ensign Tyler. I am reminding you that, while the marines would likely find such a story entertaining, whatever it may be, Lieutenant Junior Grade Tramira is your section Chief, and the one in charge of combat training drills." Stran said, quietly.
There was a long silence.
And then Kyt's face couldn't stay straight any longer, and she broke into laughter.
Nearly all of them followed suit.
Except Stran, of course. Who just stood there, with a quirked eyebrow, but inwardly, was laughing along with them.
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Tramira Kyt
Chief Security and Tactical Officer
Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security and Tactical Officer
Ensign Stran
Security and Tactical Officer
Ensign Robert Tyler
Security Investigations Officer
Ensign Leee-ee/Maddison Tyler
Security Officer
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