((Armory | Deck 08 | USS Artemis))
Both of the Vulcan security officers were locked away in the Armory for their daily assigned duties. Though, they had really assigned themselves to it since they had reported early enough to have their pick of the litter. Kel had decided that they should supervise and assist with maintenance of the phaser rifles that were stored inside of the Armory.
That choice was a curious one for Savel. He had figured that someone newer to the ship would have chosen the task that gave them the opportunity to explore their new home. Grant access to areas that others may not necessarily be allowed without related duties or required clearances. Instead, they were checking the battery levels and functions of the racks of rifles. There was no judgement from Savel, but he couldn't help but ask about it.
Savel: Ensign, I will admit your choice has left me curious. I have noticed that most security officers on board do not like assignments that keep them at the security center. There is a shared belief among them that it removes them from the “action”. Do you not share this concern?
Kel: Well, on a day-to-day basis I’m sure it’s not as interesting as other areas of the ship. But the center is, as the name would imply, the core of our security on the ship. If the ship were a living being this would be the center of its immune system. Maintaining it is just as important as keeping the bridge secure, and I’m almost sure the captain would agree.
The answer very nearly took the other Ensign by surprise. While Savel was not a senior officer on the Artemis, or in Starfleet in general, he had been exposed to gung-ho crew members that were eager to insert themselves into whatever fray was available.
Kel had selected a much more pragmatic approach to his introduction to life on a starship. Who could blame him, after being swept away by a Q?
Savel: A valid point. I am glad that we agree.
Kel: What about you? It may not be a ‘logical’ position, but I imagine there’s a particular duty shift you find, preferential, over the others.
Savel busied his hands with working on the rifles that were still on the rack. There were plenty of them to get through, so he didn't want to waste any time. His goal was to have this fully finished by the end of their duty shift.
Savel: I do agree that there is a clear importance of maintaining and understanding the role of the Security Center on the ship. ::beat as he broke down another rifle:: I still, however, prefer to be given an assignment on a patrol in a busier area of the ship.
While it might not be the largest or most populated ship in the fleet, they still had their fair share of crew on board the Artemis. Enough to keep things interesting for the security department, at least.
Kel: I’ll have to see how I enjoy that assignment.
Savel: I find it intriguing to have an assignment where one of my main priorities is to observe other members of the crew. Interfacing with other species and gaining knowledge on them was a primary motivator for joining Starfleet.
Another rifle was finished and placed back on the rack. They'd made quick work of going through everything so far. But they weren't quite done yet. Which meant Savel had to come up with more things to talk about. Good thing he just gave himself an idea.
Savel: Ensign, if you would permit another personal question, I believe I have one.
Kel: Response
In order to pace himself on their work, since there was no fun in getting your work done too early (what were you supposed to do, sit around and relax? On the clock? Think not), he did not immediately grab another rifle to service.
Savel: Very well. I am curious as to what your own motivations were for joining Starfleet. And specifically the Security department. ::queue the brow thing when he realized he didn't phrase it as a question:: What were they?
Kel: Response
TAG/TBC