Ensign Jace Ryen - The Ship That Never Sleeps
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Kessler: ::folding his arms across his chest:: I had requested the role of Specialist when assigned to the Thor. Commodore Kels, my CO, thought my skill set would serve the Thor better in Tactical and thus began my journey here. I owe the Commodore a great deal to his vision for me.
Ryen: It would appear that the decision was the right one, seeing that you are now Chief.
T'Fearne: Already you have made Chief Kessler's job easier by coming to us. I’m afraid he had to hunt me down with a shuttle on a mountain cliff, planet side on Proxima Sigma when he joined the Ronin’s security department as Chief of SEC/TAC and wanted to give me an assignment. ::gesturing with her PADD as though presenting the ensign:: You have presented yourself ready for any assignments the Chief may have. You will do well here.
Kessler: ::still grinning and leaning closer to Ryen:: She also interrogated me standing on the loading ramp of a shuttle several hundred meters off the ground. ::throwing a wink at T'Fearne::
Jace grinned, feeling more and more comfortable around his new crew members. He could see himself fitting in well, though he wasn't as experienced or skillful in being sarcastic with his crewmates. Maybe that is a skill he could hone over time.
Ryen: ::Nodding toward Kessler:: I don't mind the questions, Lieutenant, I actually like them. It will take me some time to get acquainted with my new environment, and learning more about the two of you will help me do that.
T'Fearne: I only interrogated you because you had not verified your identity sufficiently to prove to me you were not an imposter at the time, but Captain Winters vouched for you and she seemed trustworthy.
Jace raised an eyebrow on that one. It sounds like a very interesting story of how that played out. I wonder whether that story is true or if she is being sarcastic. Oo
Kessler: ::looking to Ryen and then back to T'Fearne:: What? I don't seem trustworthy? ::looking to Ryen:: I think my feelings might have just been hurt Ensign.
That was definitely sarcasm. Jace smiled and nodded politely, with no plans of coming between his new Chief and fellow crew member this early on.
Ryen: Perhaps the Chief will have to make it up to you sometime. Maybe, Lieutenant, you could arrange a department morale night, or at least a round of drinks once shore leave officially ends.
The suggestion carried just enough humor to keep the tone light. Truthfully, Jace had no idea yet what the department's traditions were, but if there was one thing he knew about Security officers, it was that shared downtime often built the strongest trust.
Kessler: Well, I can say this ensign. You and I are in the best hands Security has to offer. ::gesturing to T'Fearne:: If there is anyone I want at my side in the darkest of times, it's T'Fearne and the security on this ship.
Jace glanced toward the Vulcan officer for a moment. From everything he had already seen, the composure, the professionalist, he had no trouble believing that assessment.
Ryen: I look forward to learning from both of you. From what I've heard already, the Ronin has a reputation for staying busy. I'm ready to do my part.
Privately, Jace felt a flicker of excitement beneath his calm exterior. A new posting meant new expectations, new people, and new challenges. Security work was rarely quiet for long.
T'Fearne: response
Kessler: We had a department wide briefing for all staff not on shore leave tomorrow morning at 0800 hours. I'd like to see you there so you can jump right in with both feet.
Ryen: Aye, Lieutenant. I'll be there.
T'Fearne: response
The thought of stepping straight into a department briefing on his first day stirred a familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. But if there was one thing Starfleet had drilled into him at the Academy, it was simple: Show up prepared, listen, and learn fast.
Jace gave a respectful nod toward both officers.
Ryen: I appreciate the warm welcome. I'm looking forward to serving with both of you.
His gaze briefly moved around the security complex again. Even during shore leave, the place hummed with quiet readiness. This ship never truly slept. And now, neither would his responsibilities.
Kessler/T'Fearne: response
[TBC/TAGS]