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Meeting The Boss

Posted on Sat Jan 30th, 2016 @ 11:25am by Lieutenant JG Julian Winterstorm

Mission: Mother Base
Location: CO's Ready Room
Timeline: A slight backpost

Julian checked himself in the mirror, not because he was vain or nervous, but because he was through. And if truth be told he wanted to make a good impression. It was true he didn't suffer fools gladly, but from what he could tell, his new Captain was no fool. Maybe a little to much o by the book kind of guy, though he wasn't sure about that, but not a fool for sure. And at this point Julian couldn't afford any foul ups. It would mean the end his career, and if he wasn't careful, it could be the end of someone's life.

He wasn't sure how much the Captain knew about him, or if he knew that he was here to serve in more than one capacity.

He left his cabin and made his way to the Captain's Ready Room and pressed the chime.

"Come in," Ian called as he looked over the monitor before him. He wasn't completely sure how to handle being the Captain of a starship but he wasn't about to show that side of him. He was more than determined and capable to make it all work.

Most of his career had been in Intelligence catering and commanding multiple departments or strategic planning in battles wasn't what he had been training for per se. There were also diplomatic procedures and personal below and above he had to worry about. This was going to make him either find his calling in commanding a starship, or make him go back to being in line for director of Intel. Only time would tell.

"Good morning sir," Julian said with a smile, as he stood a parade rest, "Julian Winterstorm, I'm your new yeoman sir. Hopefully, I can make your job a little easier."

"I see," the Captain took it in as he scanned the Ensign before him for a moment with his eyes to see what he could tell about how he held himself. "Welcome aboard the Gladiator, Ensign. Have you already settled in?"

"Thank you sir," Julian responded returning the other's appraising gaze, "and yes I have settled in. Uh sir, there is something else you should know."

"Oh?" Cooper wandered as he sat the PaDD down, and he gave the young officer his full attention. "And what is that, Ensign?"

"Well, I'm not just here to act as your yeoman. In fact, I've never really been a yeoman before. That's not to say I can't do a competent job. I well organized and can juggle really well. But I'm also to be your close protection agent, uh, your bodyguard.

"And what makes you feel like I need a bodyguard," the Captain countered as he cocked his head trying to understand where the man was coming from.

"Well, I'm simply following orders sir, " Julian responded, with an air of confidence that bordered on cockiness, "I don't know if there is any specific threat. But we live in a dangerous universe and we're serving on the border. We're a flag ship as well and tasked, at least as I understand it with keeping the balance of power. There are no doubt forces that don't want that to happen.

And like any great strategist they know that taking out the head, the Commander, is the quickest and easiest way to do that. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen. And I'm quite good at what I do, don't let my size fool you. A lot of people have underestimated me and most of them aren't around anymore."

"It is not your size I am worried about," Ian replied as he tapped the tablet with his index finger before continued to explain himself. "It is your background that I am more interested into."

Julian nodded, "I can't say that surprises me much. I'm sure you've read the file over, but I'd be happy to answer any questions for you. try to reassure you."

"Trust is my main concern, Ensign," the Captain said as he stood up and held his hands behind his back as he slowly walked to the view port looking out into the darkness of space.

"Sir, I made a serous error in judgement, I let my temper get the better of me. I won't let that happen again. I'm not making excuses, nor am I making light of the incident with Captain Mitchell, but as you can see from my record, this is the first hint of trouble. You can trust me."

"You are still young and you made a mistake. I see no reason not to try and ensure that you will have a chance at a new position and second chance." Ian turned and looked at him. He looked him over and took in a deep breath. "You have to earn my trust. But I think you will do well here."

"Thank you sir, " Julian said with genuine sincerity, "I appreciate the opportunity. Tell me how do I earn your trust?"

"With me, it is your actions that speak louder than words. That is probably the same reason as to why Commodore Hawkins blocked command from kicking you out," Ian explained.

"I understand sir, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I know it will take time."

He simply nodded agreeing with the Ensign before him. "Have you gotten to know any of your crew members aboard?"

A slow, almost conspiratorial smile, played at his lips, "A few," he said, "Some better than others."

"I see," Ian replied wandering what that meant but didn't dig into it too much. He took in a deep breath as he nodded. "Well that is good to hear. Is there anything else?"

"No sir, I think we're good. I've already cleaned up and organized my office, is it okay if I officially start tomorrow?"

"Well, I do not have anything for you for now, so please get your rest. I will need your specialty," Ian smirked as he waved the Ensign off. "Thank you for reporting in. Have a good evening, Ensign. You are dismissed."

"Thank you sir, I'm looking forward to working with you," Julian responded. Then with a quick, final salute, he turned and left the room.


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