PNPC Crewman Jozial Renirs – Crewman Renirs, Chief Security Advisor
Jovenan
((Elysium, Deck 5, USS Artemis))
Osuna: ::Still caught off guard:: Uhh.. Crewmen Renirs, what a surprise. Jozial, right? Uhh, well, I guess it’s getting better. I’ll have to go back in for a few check ups though… You weren’t messing around with that spanner. ::Pause, squint:: Guess I’d call it a mixed bag.
Renirs: Yeah, it do be like that. Listen, are you gonna eat all that by yourself?
Jozial had been eyeing Gabe’s meal, a basket of squishy seafood. He didn’t seem to be eating any of it, just reading something boring officer stuff on a PADD. It was a truly noble act for a friend to offer to help out a pal with their meal, rather than letting it get cold and wilt.
Osuna: Have at it. I can always get more replicated I guess…
Oh goodie, even if her primary object wouldn’t be met later, at least this didn’t prove to be an entirely pointless trip. It was time she was rewarded for her heroics, even if the said award was a partially eaten squids instead of a few more stripes to her collar or a ship to command. She pulled the basket closer to her, lifted a fistful of tentacles, tilted her head backwards and lowered the cephalopod feelers to her mouth.
Glancing at Gabe, she notices he was staring at her. Was he regretting giving his food to her? Well, tough luck, it was too late.
Osuna: You like calamari?
She shrugged. Would have been better if he hadn’t let it stay on the table for so long. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she turned back to him.
Renirs: So, how’s things in the Security? Got any training since? I mean, you have to admit, your guys fared preeettty bad in the drill.
Gabe seemed pretty tense. Poor guy, he had to lead a department full of inefficient fighters. Good thing Jozial was there to help him relax.
Osuna: Security is a constant learning process, crewman – as I’m sure is engineering. We’re always becoming aware of new threats, working out how to handle them. Considering the unique nature of this engagement, I feel like my team responded well… But, I’ve got a list of recommendations as long as my arm that I intend to implement.
Renirs: ::nods:: Well, for a department handling the unexpected in the organization dedicated to the unexpected, I wouldn’t classify getting attacked during a tactical drill to be particularly unexpected.
Osuna: Well, if you have any suggestions, I’d be open to hearing them.
Upon hearing those word, her smile widened from cheek to cheek. If only the jerks at the Recruitment Centre at home were seeing this! They had rejected her for security training, yet here she was, the Number One Advisor to the Chief of Security! Gabe closed his eyes; he, too, was appreciating this opportunity for learning.
Renirs: ::emotes when talking:: Good thing you asked! See, you guys are way too stuck to training safe and predictably. Bet you guys announce which movement your gonna do before hitting your training partner. Like, oh no, you got a boo-boo ::rubs eyes as if crying::. Don’t sign up for security, then! The bad guys don’t do that! My suggestion is that you ditch the formal training and just start doing surprise attacks on your colleagues. You walk down the corridor for a donut in the mess hall and ::stands up, claps hands together:: BAM – another security guy starts beating you up with an EPS tube piping! After a few debilitating injuries, your officers start to be expecting an attack everywhere and ready for a fight! You could even hire some civilians from different planets to keep things fresh.
She sits back down on the chair and stares at Gabe with a satisfied smile on her face. Can’t argue with that.
Osuna: Those are certainly unconventional approaches. ::Beat:: Renirs, what’s your background – if you don’t mind me asking? Where’d you grow up and, uh, have you had any formal combat training?
While Gabe was talking, she had grasped another fistful of those slimy water-beast feet.
Renirs: ::mouth full of food:: Whell, yow’d dhink swo ::swallows:: but no, I don’t have any training, like, at all. I grew up on M’talas Prime – you know, non-Federation, poor and corrupted, “the most horrible place in the Galaxy” – but my parents are these posh rich guy types, gated mansion and all that, so they wanted to put me in some fancy school, but I didn’t like it. So, instead I joined to a ::waves hand vaguely:: security-adjacent job.
Osuna: Response?
Renirs: You know, keeping gangs from harassing people in a specific area, seeking out thugs who didn’t pay they debts to local, barely-managing shopkeepers, protecting the little guys from criminals and totalitarian government – the basic stuff. You really learn a trick or two while on that kinda profession. Because those who didn’t learn… Well, I learnt. ::pauses, takes some more food:: But then, some of my colleagues irritated the corrupted cops too much and they got framed for something silly they didn’t do. The government on there doesn’t really work for the individuals’ rights, see. So, it seemed the govs might be hunting for more people who worked for a better future, so I figured it might be better to take some distance. ::shrugs:: So I went to the Starfleet Recruitment Centre, and here we are.
Satisfied with telling her life story, she leaned back on the chair and crossed her arms, still smiling. But she had been talking enough about herself for now. She was a considerate person, polite even, so she gave Gabe a turn to speak.
Renirs: How about you, Gabe? What’s your story?
Osuna: Response
She kept nodding. Every now and then she picked a piece of calamari parts from the bottom of the basket. It was actually going very well. She had been worried Gabe might get irritated of her at some point, but he had been sitting there the entire time. The guy was okay, he had good nerves apparently.
Renirs: So, you switched from civilian security to Starfleet? What horrible desires drove you to do so?
Osuna: Response
Phase one, approach the target: complete. Phase two, fraternize with the target: complete. Phase three: initiate.
Renirs: That sounds… a decent choice. You’re not bad, Gabe – for an officer. There’s much to learn and work to do, but you can actually turn the Sec dept to a ruthless killing machine. You, and that Andorian sharpshooter, the one we met, what’s-her-name?
Osuna: Response
TAG/TBC
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Crewman Third Class Jozial Renirs
Enlisted technician
USS Artemis-A
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