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Security Setup

Posted on Wed Jun 24th, 2015 @ 5:20pm by David Hawkins

Mission: Discovery
Location: Security Office - U.S.S. Gladiator
Timeline: BACK POST

Lauren sat in her office going over the Security roster and makes notes on who had consistently low phaser range scores, who rarely kept their qualifications up to date, and who scored consistently high on the range. All in all, there were a few people who needed work and she planned on taking them under her wing.

Then there was the matter of the Commodore, the missing away team, the Minister and a dozen other things that she had to get things set up for. She had done many details like this as an Assistant Chief, but she didn't have an active on on the ship and that meant she had a larger workload for herself. "Yeah, get made a Chief. It'll be fun. You can sit back and give your assistant the stuff you don't want to do and sign off on stuff. Sure. Why is it not working out like that?"

Without a moment's notice, the chime went off in her office. Outside, David stood wandering it it was the best time. he knew that there was a lot going on, especially with his new Chief of Security and tactical. He had put a lot on her plate real fast. It wasn't fair to her, and he needed to make it up to her.

Once he had heard her approval of entry, the door to the office slid open and David walked in slowly after looking in to see if it was clear of other personal before he spoke. "Is it a bad time?"

Lauren looked up from her terminal and smiled when she saw the Commodore. "Not at all, Sir," she lied through her teeth. "I have nothing but time."most of which is dedicated to getting this ship, crew and you protected, training personnel, delegating to untried enlisted and new Ensigns and still haven't found my favorite nightie. "Would you care for a drink, Sir?"

He cocked his head slightly as he shook his head. "Such a liar... No thanks, Lieutenant."

"Lying, Sir?" She asked, cocking her head to match him, but grateful that he had called her on it.

"Oh come on, I just threw you right into the flames. I am pushing you from the get go and you are telling me what a brass wanna be wants to hear, not needs to hear," David admitted as he remembered... he was a brass now. He took in a deep breath as he straightened his light leather type top before resting his hands in his pockets.

"You are correct, Sir, however I knew the responsibilities that I was going to shoulder when I joined the Gladiator, Commodore," Lauren told him. "And you are brass, which means that I have to make one hundred and fifty percent certain that my department doesn't reflect badly in the precautions that I plan on undertaking to ensure your safety."

The last comment just made him smirk as he rolled his eyes. "I want you to promise me one thing."

"I don't make promises to something before I know what I'm being asked," she said. "Sir."

"That you keep that brass talk to a minimum. I could care less about rank, as long as the people of this ship are safe. If you have several people over me, you better care for the multitude over one single person. My replacements can handle this ship without me... Just come back for me later," he shrugged as he looked around the office.

"The safety of the entire crew is my primary concern, Sir, but my duty is to specifically keep you safe. If you are missing, Sir, that means that I will also be missing because I do not plan on allowing you to go into a dangerous situation without me being with you. You may feel that I am overstepping my bounds by declaring that, but it is regulation and I will follow it unless you relieve me of duty, Commodore."

"David," He looked at her finally. "Ranks aside for now. I am not here to drill you or anything. I actually came to apologize. It was kind of a dick move to throw you into the fire like that. I shouldn't have but I had to think fast and your record was standing out to me. I needed one that had your spark on my bridge."

Sighing, Lauren got up and went to the replicator to order a cup of hot black coffee with only one sugar. When it materialized, she picked it up and took a sip while looking at him over the rim. "David, then. What do you see when you look at me?"

"Potential," he replied as he took a seat on a small couch. "Someone that won't take shit to get the job done. Even the orders of a superior officer won't stop you from getting it done. Most officers will slap you down for that, but I rather you keep your head on straight and focus on the job that needs to be done. You have leadership skills, but you have a lot to learn as well."

"Agreed on all counts," Lauren said. "What else?"

He smirked and shrugged, "And plus I like picking up the pains in the asses. They are much more capable then the normal brown nosers."

"I'm only a pain in the ass when I need to be, David," she said. "You also see a person alone in charge of one hundred and seventy other personnel with no dedicated Assistant Chief that I can pass part of my workload off on. You see a person who was thrown into the thick of it with no initial briefing, no clue as to what was going on, and a bunch of people looking at me to lead them when I didn't know what I was leading them into. I can do it, yes, but I feel that I'm going to fall behind in one area or another and I cannot stand for that."

"So you are pissed off at me?" He asked as he looked at her to see what her body language would tell him.

Taking a drink of her coffee, Lauren gave him a level look while she sat down in her chair, apparently relaxed. "No, Sir, I'm not. In fact, if I were pissed off at you, you would be the first to know. I'm just letting you know that I'm doing everything I can with what I have available."

"And doing a bang up Job... wait..." he paused and looked at her for a moment. "... I would know if you were pissed at me?"

"Yes, you would," she said as she leaned back in her chair and took another drink of coffee. "You said you didn't like yes people and brown nosers, didn't you?"

He grinned as he nodded. "So I did. But what I'm more interested in is your loyalty over your job."

Lauren scoffed and set her cup down, then got up and looked up at the much taller man. "I'm loyal to Starfleet," she emphasized. "I'm loyal to the United Federation of Planets and I'm loyal to my Commanding Officer as long as he doesn't have his head up his ass."

"And what of those inside the Federation and Starfleet willing to mold it into a war machine or others outside what we all are devoted to protect," David countered. He knew all to well of C.O.I.L. more than likely working to fight those things still even with the Gladiator out of the picture... for now.

"That'll never succeed," she said with utter confidence. "Starfleet Command has been compromised at the highest levels before and we've pulled through with very little damage, and we came out stronger for it. Starfleet is not a war machine and the Commanding Officers of her ships are not geared for war. They may be prepared for battle to defend the Federation, but they aren't megalomaniacs spoiling for a fight, a race to conquer or a planet to subjugate."

"I wish I could believe that," he remarked as he shook his head. "What do you know of the Phantom Command Project that was the main reason for this ship."

"Considering the fact that briefing Security isn't on the list of things to do on this ship, nothing," Lauren said. "I haven't had time to do anything except for be on the go since I stepped off the transporter platform and nearly had an argument with you."

"I said I was sorry. We are kind of being rushed at the time," David countered glaring at her. "You are also a person that can't forgive and forget either so lightly can you?"

"It all depends on the situation," she said as she finished her coffee.

"Either case, before the Gladiator, I was the project manager of the Phantom Command Project. It was a branch off of the Doctor from USS Voyager's crew. He was given temporary command of the ship in emergency cases as the ECH or Emergency Command Hologram.

"Well The Gladiator was the lead ship to which was completely retrofitted for this project. We had more than just one hologram though. It was multiple emergency holograms... covering the basic requirements for keeping the ship in the battle, and return the ship back to the nearest starship for the federation. It covered one hologram in command, and several in Security, Engineering , and Medical. With a full compliment of a ship, they would be about a fifth of the crew.," he paused as he rolled his head before taking in a breath before continuing. "Well, this project, the crew, and the ship were under attack from the start by a Federation civilian agency called C.O.I.L. They have agents inside the brass, all the way up. I know. We have data proving such actions. This ship and the project took heavy casualties."

"What happened to the agents and the agency?" Lauren asked as she put the cup in the recycler and sat down on the edge of her desk. "Also, were the holograms taken offline as a result?"

"The agents and agency are still at large. They got an agent on the ship, as my first XO from the beginning. From that point, he was shortly after... removed from the position. Later on, we found deep in the Phantom Command Computer core. Later on down the road, the ETCH was modified and took over the ship, along with the other holograms in the same computer core. We had no other alternative but to blow up the core," David answered as he sighed. He wasn't to fond of how it all ended, but it was the truth. "The records have been proven and saved in the computer core. You can look over the proof for yourself. Multiple members of this crew have a hard time with holograms, but we still use them for a reason."

"How is it that COIL and the agents are still at large with the proof?" she asked as she went to replicate another cup of coffee, sensing that she would need it. Turning, she arched an eyebrow at him.

"We weren't allowed to hunt them down," he said almost worn. "Now that I have more rank and pull... I'll be pushing it once again."

"You weren't allowed to find traitors to the Federation?" Lauren asked in amazement. "If that's the case, I seriously doubt we'll be able to find them now unless you plan on going renegade and taking matters into your own hands."

"The thought has crossed my mind," David admitted as he looked at her. "But I prefer to get as much backing and evidence before doing any more."

"I was joking, David," she said as she watched his expression closely.

"This has been personal. They attacked my ship, the project I worked for years on, and the people I brought on to care for," he stated simply.

"You said you had the proof. Who is preventing that from being brought to light?" she wanted to know.

David looked at her for a moment before taking in a deep sigh. "For now, I have given you a lot to think about. But I don't want to put you in a place to question your position or loyalty until said time."

"You've already done that," Lauren said. "In for a slip in for a bar. I'd kill for a mug of Romulan ale and a real chocolate bar right now. I haven't even unpacked yet for the most part."

"That reminds me... What was that bag you drug around when you first arrived?" He asked as he looked at her.

"My sex toys," she replied with a straight face. "I don't trust the transporter techs not to snoop on that bag. They might use them."

"Well that explains a lot," He shook his head as he stood up.

Lauren laughed at the look on his face. "Honestly? It's my electric violin and composition PADD. I prefer to carry that with me."

"So you don't trust many people with your personal items. That makes sense," He rolled his eyes as he straightened his uniform. "If you say its your electric violin, go for it."

"You should hear me play something," she said. "Is there a lounge here?"

"There is," He nodded as he looked as interested as he wasn't sure if she was acting like the ships counselor or not.

"Then perhaps when we have time, I could put on a concert for the ship," Lauren suggested. "There, or the holodeck."

"It would be a change to see that on the ship," he shrugged as he stepped for the door. "So are we good?"

"We're good, David," Lauren said. "Until the next time."

"Until then, Lieutenant," David grinned as he started out the door. "And one final thing. While its one on one, unless its official business... I prefer David. But if its official or in front of others, rank... To look professional and what not."

"Aye, aye, Commodore, Sir," Lauren said, knowing it would irritate him, but she had a big grin on her face.

"Great... the next thing you will do is mandate me a personal security like the other brass," he grinned his teeth as he started to walk out. "Get to work, Lieutenant."

With that, Lauren went back behind her desk and proceeded once more to get her roster together.

~Fin

 

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