Actions have Consequences...

Posted on Sat Aug 5th, 2017 @ 10:27pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol

Mission: Mission 4 - Combustion
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: Immediately following Mess Hall brawl
936 words - 1.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Micheal followed Rueben up to the captain's ready room, on deck two, directly under the bridge. He knew that he was going to have to answer for discharging his weapon aboard the ship. It wasn't as if he was ship security or anything.

Rueben indicated the seat in front of the desk without a word, he hadn't said anything the whole walk up there. They were all lucky he didn't put them all in the brig.

"So one reason why I shouldn't put you in the Brig?" He finally said sitting down in the chair.

Micheal sat down in the offered chair, leaning back slightly, crossing his left foot over his right knee. He was the very picture of someone who was not worried about anything. After Rueben sat and snapped the question at him, Micheal raised both eyebrows slowly and frowned slightly, as he replied simply. "I saved a member of your crew who was about to get stabbed in the back."

The Captain sat down on the desk and looked around the office, not for the first time wishing he was back on The Victory in his nice comfortable office with Wanda the fish. Rueben sighed softly. "I can't have you going around shooting stuff Michael." The man said shaking his head.

The big Texan thought for a second and then nodded. "I understand, Captain. I should have let you Chief of Security handle the situation. I apologize."

"You should have waited. That is why I have security personnel, to keep everyone, crew and guest alike, safe while on this vessel. They currently report to me I don't have a SECO at the moment." The Captain admitted leaning back into his chair getting more comfortable.

Micheal raised an eyebrow, both at the statement and the admission. "So," he began, questioningly. "As there were no security personnel present, I should have simply sit back and allowed Amilia to be stabbed? Is that what you're telling me?"

"No, but there are other ways to defuse the situation." Rueben pinched the bridge his nose trying to work out what to say that didn't sound like he wanted the crewmember dead. He didn't want anyone dead, but he needed to get the point across about no weapons. "Why wasn't security called?"

Micheal frowned slightly. "Honestly, there was no time. I reacted to the situation as I saw it, figured security would get there quickly, after the fact. Easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission."

Rueben just sighed softly and shook his head looking up at the dirtied ceiling, he missed the grey of his old office more and more every day. "So what are your plans for now on?" He finally said looking back at the man.

The Texan shrugged his strong shoulders as he replied. "No plans at the moment. Just stay and rest up here for as long as you'll have me as a guest. If a bounty comes up over the net, I'll mosey on outta here after it." He paused slightly before asking, "Why? Do you have plans for me or something?"

"That is a shame. I was wondering if you wanted something a little more solid." Rueben thought he might live to regret this choice but he was making it. He needed a Chief of Security or whatever he was going to call the position in his reforms of the ship.

Micheal was genuinely intrigued. "And just what, pray tell, did you have in mind?" As he asked the question, he started to form a guess as to what Rueben's next words would be.

"Security needs a head of the department and you look like you need somewhere to crash and not have to watch your back every second of the day," The Captain wasn't thick, he knew that the Bounty Hunter had gotten wind of one of his crew and their unfortunate past, he had seen the looks the man gave the red headed navigator.

Micheal perked up slightly. "Well, I certainly didn't think I'd be offered a new job when I woke up this morning." He thought for a few beats, then continued. "I'll accept your offer, with one stipulation."

"Stipulation?" The Russain said with a quirk of his eyebrow. It should be him stipulating how things should be done.

"If a bounty comes over the net, that I'm interested in, I be allowed to pursue it, provided my absence doesn't affect the ship."

He felt like a fool as he should have realised that he rubbed the back of his neck unsure before he sighed. "As long as it doesn't effect anyone on this ship. Anything that effects the crew comes to me? Understood?"

Micheal considered Rueben's counter stipulation. "Fair enough. Do I have to wear a uniform? Or my own clothes fine?"

"Have you actually seen anyone with clothes that look like a uniform on the ship?" Rueben looked at his black trousers, boots and tee. Did it look like a uniform? He was just going for dark and broody.

"What's the pay?" Micheal asked as he shifted slightly in his seat.

"Enough. You either want the job or you don't." Rueben said simply. All department heads were paid the same, no matter the department, as was everyone else. And, whatever profit that they made on top of that, went back into the ship.

After a few beats, Micheal stood and extended his right hand towards Reuben. "Alright, Boss, you got a deal."

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Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Micheal Robertson
Ship Security Chief / Bounty Hunter
SS Mary Rose / Shuttle Alexandria