[V-SC] Crewman Rotha: Do Over

[richyulin]

((Security Center, USS Veritas))

::Crewman Second Class Rotha adjusted his uniform a third time, making sure the sleeves were just right. It wasn't as if he'd moved much, but he wanted to make a good impression with the new security chief. The Orion had gotten off on the wrong foot with his last chief--literally, when he had accidentally dropped a supply crate on Lieutenant Elis's foot. A year later, and the Bajoran was still holding a grudge against him, he could just tell. Like everyone else, Rotha was shocked when he'd learned the news about the captain's death and then the sudden reassignment of the senior staff, but honestly, at least this meant he'd get another chance.::

::He stood up when the doors to the security opened, revealing his new chief, a Bolian who was a bit shorter than him.::

Rotha: Sir, welcome to security! Crewman Second Class Rotha reporting!

::He said with his feet snapped together and his eyes looking straight ahead.::

Tuk: RESPONSE

Rotha: Yes, sir!

::He glanced around, adopting an at ease position. Lieutenant Sands had also arrived with the new chief. Rotha gave a respectful nod towards the lieutenant. He hadn't gotten to know her that well in their time together on the ship since they'd always ended up on different shifts, but she'd already established a reputation for being the ship's best shot, once shooting a smuggler out of the cockpit of his ship as he was attempting to take off and flee. Rotha himself could use a bit more practice on the range.::

Rotha: What are your orders, sir?

Tuk: RESPONSE

Sands: RESPONSE?

::The Orion nodded at his new blue-skinned boss.::

Rotha: Understood, sir. Most of the other security personnel are taking leave on the star station, but if you want me to call them back...

::He looked at the man, awaiting word on what to do.::

Tuk: RESPONSE

Sands: RESPONSE?

TAG!

Crewman Second Class Rotha

Security, USS Veritas

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