Taking Time – A Change of Colors
by Rear Admiral Iluvar & Lieutenant Commander Fala Awen

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Title   A Change of Colors
Mission   Taking Time
Author(s)   Rear Admiral Iluvar & Lieutenant Commander Fala Awen
Posted   Wed Jan 27, 2010 @ 9:11pm
Location   Security/Tactical Office, USS Tethys
Timeline   Shoreleave 03, 1020
ON: [[Security/Tactical Office, USS Tethys, Shoreleave 03, 1020]]

The lift slowed to a halt and Mike (NPC) looked forward as the doors slid open. A young crewman who had been waiting for the lift realized that he meant to disembark and stepped to one side so that he could pass. "Excuse me," he said, moving out of the way as quickly as possible.

"Not at all," the woman replied with a smile before entering the lift.

Mike returned the smile as the doors slid shut again, then turned and started down the corridor toward the Chief Security/Tactical Officer's office. He'd been meaning to get in to see the chief ever since he had transferred into the department but between one thing or another, he had never gotten around to it. Now that he had the free time during shoreleave, he had made it a point to meet with the chief so that they could figure out exactly what he was going to be doing if he remained on the Tethys.

Finishing up a message to Iluvar, Awen leaned back in her chair. Between the previous day and now she'd accomplished quite a bit, despite the visit from Temporal Investigations. Still, there was a lot she wanted to do, but as it was shoreleave, most of it involving those in her department would have to wait.

As Mike approached the door to the chief's office, he paused and reached out to tap the door control. Once the chime had sounded, he stood to a loose attention and waited to be called in.

"Come in," Awen said. She wasn't sure who it would be - at the least she hadn't requested to meet with anyone.

The door slid open and Mike's gaze immediately went to the Bajoran seated at her desk. "I apologize if I am interrupting anything, ma'am," he said briskly, "but I was hoping to have a moment of your time to discuss a few things." From what he had heard and seen so far, Lieutenant Commander Fala was a capable officer and usually very easy to work with. However, no one seemed to like doing the mountains of paperwork regularly demanded of department heads and above, especially during shoreleave. He hoped that his arrival was not cutting into any of her personal time.

"You're not interrupting, have a seat," she told him. Awen tried to remember the man's name...Mike. Since coming aboard she hadn't spoken with him very often, and certainly not in this kind of setting. He'd been a marine, the Bajoran remembered - it was likely something about the move to her department that he wished to speak about. Then again, it could simply be about one of the other officers or something he'd noticed. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, we haven't exactly had a chance to talk since the admiral requested that the marine detachment be reassigned," Mike explained briefly, "I'm still a little unsure of what all I need to do to finalize my transfer into Starfleet. You know how the paperwork can be sometimes...very...nebulous."

Awen nodded, "Any paperwork can be tedious and, as you say, nebulous. I can't say I've run into a situation quite like yours before - usually it's just regular transfers. Let me bring up the information." The Bajoran tapped on the display, then slid her fingertip across to bring up the files. "Okay, Mr. Watters, it seems that the regular transfer forms have already been submitted, but there's another one that needs to be completed to make your transfer from marine to StarFleet official; there's a section you need to fill out, one I need to fill out, and one the CO needs to fill out."

"More paperwork," Mike grumbled under his breath. Who would have ever thought it would have taken this many different forms to transfer an enlistment from the marines to Starfleet?

"Not my idea of a good time either, I assure you," the Bajoran replied. "But the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can move on to other things. Since you're transferring into StarFleet, you'll need to take some training in StarFleet procedures and I would like you to attend the department training sessions. I would have asked you to do so before, but I was still ironing things out."

"I understand, commander," Mike replied, fully aware that he was going to have a little catching up to do, "I was hoping we could discuss what my responsibilities within the department would be."

Awen nodded. She'd read through his file and had liked what she read. "Well, we could put you in as a Security or Tactical Officer if you wished, or in something a little more specialized..."

"I guess I'm not too picky about what I do, as long as it's something," Mike said with a slight chuckle, "The reason I decided to transfer out of the marines in the first place was because I liked working with the people aboard this ship. It has been, thus far, one of the best assignments I'd ever had...enough that I was willing to change careers, in a way, to keep it."

Giving him a rare, brief smile, Awen said, "I haven't been here as long as you, obviously, but thus far I've been enjoying the assignment as well. And I am glad that you have decided to stay with us; I was impressed with your file. Actually, I was wondering if you might be interested in serving as a VIP Bodyguard - when you're not needed in that particular regard, you could go on 'regular' Security or Tactical shifts...whichever you preferred."

"Sounds like it would almost be fun," Mike replied, "I'd be happy to serve as a bodyguard when necessary. Otherwise, I think I'd probably do better with security, seeing as starship tactics weren't all that necessary in the marines." He was pleased that the security chief was being so cooperative. There were some within Starfleet, he knew, that would just as soon dump him out an airlock because he was a former marine. To be honest, he couldn't blame them, considering how many marines behaved toward Starfleet. It was a two way street and he was glad to see that here, on the Tethys, the road was quite smooth.

"Almost?" Awen glanced at him. "Security is fine - I thought I'd offer Tactical as an option since you'll end up being trained in StarFleet procedures regardless." When she'd first heard about a marine transferring into her department, Awen had been skeptical, but the fact that he had even requested a transfer to the department seemed like a good sign. Thus far, the situation seemed to be working out.

"I appreciate what you've done for me to be able to remain aboard, ma'am," Mike told her, "I look forward to continuing to work with you as a member of the team."

"You're welcome. I look forward to working with you as well," the Bajoran replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you, or any other questions you have?"

Mike thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Not that I'm aware of, commander," he replied, "If I do think of anything, you'll be the first to know. I can promise you that." The former marine rose to his feet and stood at attention, an age-old habit, to await dismissal.

Awen nodded, "One other thing...something I mentioned to our Assistant Chief. Unless we're on the bridge or are around a Senior Officer, I'd prefer we start going by first or last names - ranks tend to get in the way of a group feeling like a team."

That's something that's going to take some getting used to Mike thought to himself. In the marine corps, they had rarely gone by first names unless they were dealing with their peers. Even then, they didn't dare use first names when on duty or performing operations. Without moving from his trained position, Mike replied, "I will try to remember that ma...I mean...Awen."

"I appreciate it," the Bajoran replied. "Have a good day, Watters, you're dismissed." Truth be told, it would take her some getting used to as well. When in the Resistance they'd mostly gone with first or last names, but this was different... Hopefully it would help though.

Nodding curtly, Mike turned on his heel and marched out the door into the corridor. He didn't relax until he was a few yards away from the office. In his mind, the meeting had gone well. Now all he had to do was finish the paperwork and keep an ear out for training schedules. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had thought.


A JP by

Petty Officer 2nd Class Mike Watters (NPC)
VIP Body Guard
USS Tethys
Played by: RAdm Iluvar


Lieutenant Commander Fala Awen
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Tethys