Cmdr. Trake Promontory: Smart Bug
Avander Promontory
(( Captain’s Ready Room, Deck 1, USS Thor ))
Trake Promontory had not had many interactions with any Xindi, much less an insectoid, in his Starfleet career. With some chagrin, he realized he didn’t know much about them or their needs. It hadn’t been an issue previously, but now that a member of that species was part of his crew, he felt a guilt for not learning more.
For example, the typical ready room chairs were incompatible with Lt. Naledi’s physiology.
The holo-emitters generated a temporary solution, but Trake would need to speak with Ops about ensuring that all members of the crew had appropriate accommodations in all essential areas of the ship.
The intelligence officer had just popped in to formally meet the CO, but Trake had been meaning to speak with them anyway.
Promontory: Actually, now that you’re here. I have something for you.
He tapped away at his interface and pulled up a personnel file to the holo-display on his desk.
Promontory: This is Ensign Saeihra Vharo, Security. You’ll note she’s also completed intelligence work in the Academy. I’d like you to cross-train her in intelligence here as well… I actually hope our Security and Tactical departments and Intelligence will work quite closely together.
Naledi: Crick Snap Pop Hiss Creek… Of course, Commander. I can begin that after this meeting. Crick Snap Pop Hiss… I used to be in security. I can work with the department, with any information they may need.
Trake gave a small nod.
Promontory: Good. (beat) I’m actually a big fan of all the crew cross-training. We need to have our specialists, but it’s a wide universe out there…
He gestured to the virtual window which was still displaying the exterior Solace System.
Promontory: And having a flexible crew with diverse strengths and skills can only help. (beat) I think our encounters with the humans of these new Earths makes that point… Speaking of, the admiralty is very anxious to have more details and assessments of the conditions on the ground here, so to speak, has the Intel department submitted theirs yet?
He asked, knowing perfectly well that they had not. It was a gentle nudge, not a demand.
Naledi: Crick Snap Creak Pop Hiss… Yes, of course. I’ve nearly finished compiling that report for Starfleet.
Promontory: Very good. (beat) And I’m quite serious about that interdepartmental cross-training.
He switched his computer tab back to the overall ship roster.
Promontory: In fact, with some of our recent personnel changes, I’d like you to head that effort, if you can take that on in addition to heading up our Intel department on board.
It wasn’t the largest department, especially with the recent officers who had transferred off, but even if it was just a handful of enlisted assistants, they still provided vital services.
Naledi: Crick Pop Tick Hiss… Yes sir, of course. Whatever you need.
Promontory: Very good Mr. Naledi.
Trake waited a moment to see if there was anything else. Then he remembered he was the commanding officer and that subordinates were trained to wait for additional directions.
Promontory: If there’s nothing else, shall we say ‘dimissed?’
Not the smoothest tact, but perhaps he’d get better with practice.
Naledi: Response
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