This is meant to be a security briefing not a room make over

Posted on Wed Oct 5th, 2016 @ 3:19am by Captain Rueben Gregnol

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Deck 2 - Captains Study
Timeline: MD 03 09:00
1462 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Saija finished getting dressed, he was still using his shuttle's cabin as his quarters even though he was assigned a cabin already. He was thankful that Captain Gregnol let him bring his shuttle with him and allowed him to serve as his security chief. Making sure that his disruptor was secure in his thigh holster, and that his knives were secured in their various sheathes, the Orion smiled at his reflection in the small mirror mounted above his desk and tied his long curly hair into a tight bun before he left his shuttle making sure to seal it before making his way to the nearest turbolift. The jog was quick and uneventful. He was annoyed that none of his guards were at the entrance of the shuttlebay like he ordered them to be and made a mental note to admonish Leela for not being at her post. He hopped on the lift and ordered it to go to deck one. The trip took only a few minutes, much slower than he was used to. When the lift stopped the doors attempted to open but got stuck halfway, annoyed; Saija punched the doors and squeezed in between them to get on the bridge. At least the ship wasn't too old to not have a second turbolift shaft attached to the bridge module.

"Captain, good morning, ready for our security briefing?" asked the Orion before he heard someone at the sensor console sneeze really loudly.

"Ewww, cover your mouth you heathen the next time you sneeze so you don't spread your pathogens to us." he stated rather bluntly. Dixoho looked around and leveled him with a very cool look before she rolled her eyes. With a swish of red hair she turned away ignoring the Orion, she didn't have time especially when he called her a heathen.

Rueben looked up from lounging in his chair playing with the restraints and nodded. He was always ready for a security briefing, it was something he could count on as a normal thing. Once upon a time, it was what he had lived, breathed and worked for as a Starfleet Officer.

"Da...My ready room will be appropriate as I need to discuss a few things with you myself." Rueben said rising from his chair striding across the Bridge to where the Turbo lift was. He needed to stop calling it his ready room when it wasn't called that on this type of class.

Saija wasn't sure what a 'ready room' was but he figured it must be the name for the Captain's quarters on a Federation ship, he followed his new boss into the lift and realized that the lift-cars weren't that large.

"I thought Federation ships were supposed to be top of the line? No offense boss but this thing seems like an ancient shell please tell me you will let me tinker with our guns, shields, and hull?"

Rueben sighed a little as he looked at the ceiling wishing for the hundredth time that he truly was on a Federation Vessel that was top of the line but Intelligence wanted him here despite Barton's arrest. He was a good man, a good Officer, he really didn't know what he had done to the universe to deserve this turn of event. As the lift doors opened he led the way to his office.

"Perhaps when she was USS Ishimura she was top of the line but that was over 100 years ago." Rueben reminded indicating the chair in front of the large wooden desk.

Saija took the proffered seat, "I suppose you are right boss. Well, the phasers on this thing are antiquated, as in they aren't fit to defend us. You'll need to purchase new weapons, same for the shields, and don't even get me started on the torpedo launchers. Also, most of the internal sensors are down making it harder for me to maintain safety of crew and any and all cargo. I have a list of people that I am willing to vouch for to serve as part of the security squad," Saija pulled out a green datapad and placed it on the desk and slid it to Rueben; "part of the list is a bunch of dealers that we can trust to be discreet to sell us weapons and defensive technology. Also, the armory is a joke and we don't have enough personal weapons in case we need to use them. To supplement that, I have filled the armory with my own though since I did that I have sealed the Armory to accept only my biometrics or yours until further notice. I had to install the equipment myself and use a separate generator for it. Wasn't easy, that's also why I wasn't around when you all found the treasure trove hidden in this ship."

Rueben looked at the man thoughtfully before he burst out laughing in a very unlike him gesture. He shook his head for a moment before he sobered up and resumed his normal nonchalant expression.

“Saija… when I offered you the job to take over from Rokar I explained what this ship was, what state she was in and that there was nothing much we can do about it until we have gold-pressed latinum, hopefully that treasure trove as you put it will bring some of that in but until then we are what we are. She was stripped of everything when Barton brought her, we have no medical supplies, barely enough fuel let alone security sensors and personnel but Engineering and Medical are making the best of what they have.” He said shortly in a clipped tone.

"I know, I just thought that maybe hopefully you were exaggerating, I'll help with the cost of updating the shields and weapons if you allow me to get what I want, within reason of course;" he said with a mischievous grin.

"I never lie or exaggerate a situation. The former captain left us with very little is the way of stores or anything in general. I don't want any dodginess," The word didn't sound right on his lips at all. "Its how we are going to stay out of the way of Starfleet and anyone else who is searching for us." The Russian said softly in his calm voice. It was the voice of a Starfleet Officer, one that proudly wore the uniform, one that had become very low in life suddenly.

Saija shivered, he too had people after him. His mother and the thought caused him to peer over his shoulder out of childhood habit, "All the more reason to let me upgrade our systems. You were part of Starfleet, some say you still are; you as well as I know how dangerous space can be and though avoiding a fight would be preferred, by some; even Vulcans agree that violence is sometimes logical. Just take some time and think about it, hopefully not too much time. I will make sure that we try our best to do dealings with reputable merchants. Have you thought about decorating this place boss, it's kinda drab and boring. Maybe some silk tapestries or a painting or three?"

Rueben looked around the room and shrugged. He didn't mind the drabness in the slightest, the only thing he missed about his previous office was his fish tank and his fish Poitr. He wondered if Jeassaho had taken on the fish after he had gone missing but he didn't have the guts to ask her that let alone talk to her.

"Reputable merchants. This is going to be a reputable ship even with some of the crew onboard." He said gently. "And my office is okay."

"Well that is part of why I signed on with you, and okay is for Starfleet, not for us. It is your space though." The Orion paused to laugh. He did a lot of research on the man before accepting the offer to work on his ship and he was content to follow the man into a black hole if necessary he just wanted to do so in style."Well that's all I have for now, I'll send you a revised list shortly unless there was something else you wanted to discuss, wait, do I have to call you sir? Or can I just say Boss-man?"

Rueben rolled his eyes. "Sir... I don't answer to boss-man." It sounded wrong to him. You didn't call someone that if you respected them, especially someone you'd just met in the last month.

"Yes sir!" said the Orion before standing up and seeing himself out of the cramped drab room.

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Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Saija Rionuj
Security and Tactical Chief
SS Mary Rose