Lt. JG Ollie Bergmen - Lieutenants J-ust G-ot Here
CPT Arianus
((OOC: So, I needed to ducktape Imril’s and Cole’s sims together, as…yeah. Hopefully I got it right ^^ ))
(( Elysium - Deck 6 - USS Artemis-A ))
He asked the question with a smile, embodying a sense of lightness and joy. But nothing changed the seriousness behind it.
Were they ready to step in and slip into the new shoes of hollow pip responsibilities?
There weren't freshmen wandering the ship's decks like it was the Starfleet Academy campus while searching for the cafeteria. Except on the ship, they usually looked for their division, chief...and probably their dignity... just to learn quickly the division chief had all three already.
Yet, everyone knew that Ensigns were allowed to make mistakes, and Starfleet expected them to err. But they've now leveled up to LTJG and survived their time without accidentally setting a ship on fire, being turned upside down in a transporter accident, or calling the captain 'dude'. And they progressed. Starfleet awarded them with a hollow pip. And now it was Ollie Bergmen's turn to explain what it meant for them.
Bancroft: Aaaaaanyway… tell me, Ollie, what exactly does it mean to wear that hollow pip? You certainly make it look… easy.
Cole stepped closer to support her…fellow JG.
Cole: ::giving Roy’s arm a gentle squeeze just above his elbow:: That is a great question, Roy. ::offering a wink and coy smile before turning towards Bergmen:: Aside from the painfully obvious of dealing with more PADD work, what secrets can you impart with us.
Ollie sighed as Bancroft elbowed him. Where should he start? That was a ton of gold-pressed latinum valued question.
Bergmen: To understand what LTJG represents, it would probably be best to start with what LTJG means - Lieutenant Just Got here. ::smiles to the joke in a second of silence:: Now you are the awkward middle child of the Starfleet officer core. You are not clueless Ensign anymore, but you are still not important enough to be trusted with big stuff. Think about it as probation, long enough for Starfleet to see if you are competent enough to be trusted with real responsibility, or if you will be quietly shuffled into a job where you can’t break anything important.
Cole: Now see I figured there was more to it then more reports. I might make my career goals after all.
Bergmen chuckled openly and shared a look of understanding with Cole, while he patted her on the shoulder.
Bergmen: Lieutenant Cole, I expected you'd already learned that meetings like ours aren't for solving problems or finding ways to contribute to your career. They're for assigning you more PADDwork… ::smirks:: And now even more, because now you will need to complete all write-ins about the Ensigns you serve while still being given all the division jobs nobody else wants… but for the sake of the discussion, what are your career goals?
Bancroft: Response
Cole sipped her bourbon and smirked. Luckily, those jokes of theirs she took in the right way.
Cole: :: matter-of-factly:: Chief of Security, eventually Captain. ::glancing at her now empty bourbon:: But that’ll happen when it happens ::gesturing towards their drinks with her empty glass:: Another round Gentlemen? You’re not about to make a girl drink alone, are you?
Ollie just caught Imril at the edge of his field of vision as, with a touch of his own magic, engineering JG emerged between them, casually leaning against the bar while placing orders for both Cole and themself.
Imril: ::To Bancroft and Cole:: Congratulations, you two. Has Ollie already presented himself as the goodwill ambassador from Deck Three yet? Or is the job still open?
Bergmen hid his smile in a sip from his drink, as he squared his shoulders and tilted his head, he shone like the sun.
Bergmen: They heard the sarcastic tale of the windswept sea wolf, who had once gone through a similar phase as a Petty Officer...so, yes and no. I believe you have your unique glimmer of wisdom to offer if you’re willing to share, Imril. ::winks::
Cole/Bancroft: Response
Ollie chuckled as they inevitably called him out for using the exact same opening speech on them he had on Imril a few months ago.
Imril: If you need help with packing, just let me know. ::Mock sneakiness:: Then again, you can always order someone else to do it.
Bergmen: Yeah, but don't let a new rank go to your head. You still need to work with the same people tomorrow, as you did yesterday.
Cole/Bancroft: Response
The bartender approached their side of the bar and slid Cole her smoked bourbon and to Imril... root beer? Really?
Interesting choice…
Imril: So, do either of you know what you’re going to do first, as JGs?
That was a question that Ollie couldn’t let go. Especially after their note earlier.
Bergmen: Yeah, the first thing is always important. I had this really nice couch delivered to my quarters, but its assembly… (beat) Imril, do your offer about “asking someone else”... may I still take it? Let's say it needs a little more engineering touch than my OPS hands can do... ::innocent smile::
Imril: Response
Cole/Bancroft: Response
Ollie shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He took a glass from the bar, leaning against it as he drank to escape the gazes. It was then that he noticed them. He didn't recognize their faces, but the ranks on their duty dress marked one as an officer and the other as an NCO, both in red division colors, making for a strange pair. They were looking around Elysium from the entrance when they met his gaze, and the two walked side by side straight toward their group. Ollie set the glass back on the counter and stood up.
NCO: Lieutenant Ollie Bergmen?
So he was the one. Ollie nodded.
NCO: Can we speak with you somewhere private, lieutenant?
Bergmen turned to Imril and others, and his smile was gone; his face was serious and nearly unreadable. When he spoke, trying to sound positive, it was clear his demeanor was just a facade.
Bergmen: I… Sorry to crash the party…just… See you later? Rain check? Ok?
The Lieutenant didn’t even wait for an answer and nodded for the pair to follow him. The men in red turned and fell in behind him, as if they were water swallowing him as he walked away.
Imril/Cole/Bancroft: Response
TAG/End scene for Ollie
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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