PNPC Gunnery Sergeant Gideon Knight - Sammich Run
Martin Tucker
The Major had given him orders to take shore leave, but he didn’t have the time right now. With visiting officers and new officers aboard, a quartermaster’s job is never done. Assign quarters, make sure they’re squared away. Gunny loved his job, but he had aspirations. Gideon would like to become a warrant officer at some point, but he still had one enlisted rank to go. Coupled with that, he got promoted as part of his package for taking over the quartermaster's job on the Ronin. Like any Marine, he had expectations of the Corps, and taking his officers' training would be part of it. Knight jotted down some notes on the PADD he had in his hand.
Talk to the Major about Warrent Officer training.
How long will it take? And would it interfere with his regular duties?
On the last bullet point, he almost erased it; there’s no way he’d let anything drag attention away from his job, but he was pretty good at multitasking. He checked the monitor for the current flight schedule, and the next wasn’t for an hour. There’s a bit of a lull on the flight deck and in Operations, so he figured it was time to get a refresh on his coffee.
Kight: ::to no one in particular:: I’m heading out for some grub, I”m passing on the mess today, I’m going to try out the 47 Lounge, don’t worry, I’ll be back before the next flight, Op, so don’t get your knickers in a knot.
Hicks: Could you bring a brother Marine a sandwich? I’m stuck.
Gideon peered over his shoulder as he walked through the door, but before it closed, Gideon gave a two-finger salute and stepped through.
((The 47 Lounge, Starboard Catamaran, USS Ronin - Lolagi IV))
Gunny walked through the doors of the 47 Lounge and scanned the room. First and foremost, he was here to eat before going back on duty, and he had to remember Hicks wanted a sandwich. Should be an easy task. That’s when in scanning the room, he saw the Executive Officer, Chief of Science, and an ensign. Gideon hadn’t met any of them. Approaching them in a public setting, as this, seemed appropriate for introducing. Because at some point, all three of those men will want something, and come to him to see if they could procure the product.
He noticed they were in full conversation, with a Terran dog with them. And it seems like the the Trilldorian, Chief of Science, was talking. Knight approached the table, and not to interrupt, he stood at parade rest. Waiting for an opening to introduce himself.
Kel: finishing a sip of root beer:: That is Mork from Ork.
oO Mork from Ork? Oh, wait I remember in class, studying the 20th Century Oo
The ensign, for his part, showed slight confusion.
Ryen: ::blinks once, then looks between them:: Mork, from Ork.
There was a pregnant pause in the conversation, as though the Ensign was chewing his thoughts.
Ryen: ::more quietly, almost testing the logic of it:: I assume there is a story behind that designation, sir.
He carefully lifted his spoon, though his attention flickered, just once more toward Commander Raga before returning to his soup.
Ryen: As you both know, I am Ensign Jace Ryen. It is a pleasure to meet you both.
Gideon smiled and found his ‘in’.
Knight: Since we’re doing introductions, gentlemen, my name is Gunnery Sergeant Gideon Knight, the Ronin’s Quartermaster. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet; that Major keeps me busy. ::he put a hand on the side of his mouth and leaned in, almost a whisper :: …also a bit of a slave driver. ::he winked::
Kel/Raga/Any: Response
He stopped a waitress who was passing by and asked for something nonalcoholic, because technically he was on duty. According to the bar staff, Lieutenant Morrow’s beer is pretty popular, and they wanted a non alcoholic version. The JAG lawyer said no problem and started brewing it.
Ryen: I have only just come aboard, Commanders. I am still acclimating to the Ronin. She is a beautiful ship, though, and I can see myself being very happy here.
Knight: Welcome aboard, then. I came aboard last shore leave, and I’m still developing my system down with the Ronin, as I had to make adjustments. The USS Chiahoga was an old Excellsior II Class, one of the last few remaining, and I’m pretty sure she’s getting decommissioned.
Kel/Raga/Ryen/Any: Response
The server returned with his beverage. He looked around. It was pretty light, so he went over to a nearby table, grabbed a chair, brought it back, and sat down. He put one hand down and gave the dog a scratch behind the ears.
Knight: I’m one of the very few Kerlians to join the Marines. Well, for one, our gravity is heavier than most worlds, so the only time I get to feel the gravity is at home, is in my personal quarters. But if someone who is not from a world such as ours, I would accommodate. This also makes me stronger than the average humanoid.
Kel/Raga/Ryen/Any: Response
Gideon flagged down the waitress again, ordering an Italian sub for him and a Reuben for Hicks. He then turned back to the conversation.
Knight: Oh, the sub? There was a little sub shop in San Fransico that made the best Italian Subs in the quadrant, trust me, the Marines run on their bellies. ::he chuckled::
Kel/Raga/Ryen/Any: Response
TAGS/TBC