10-02-2025, 03:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2025, 03:35 AM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
==Ens. Oliver "Ollie" Pearson, Security NRC==
The broad chested Aussie stood easily by as Mara began the briefing, only stepping forward when asked by the Chief to present the holoprojector he had carried down alongside his gear. He had noted several new faces among the away team, though most were familiar, at least in passing. The pilot was a diminutive woman, perhaps partly Trill, whom he didn't personally know and he couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed nervous. He hoped internally that the pilot was capable. She was a Middle, a young one at that, and that made him nervous - but he rested his anxiety at the feet of the Captain and Callejo. If they chose the little Sheila for the mission, they had to know something he didn't, and that was fine by him - Ollie prided himself on knowing as little as possible and still getting the job done - though he might have phrased it slightly differently had he phrased that aloud.
The young officer in the pilot jumpsuit noticed his glance and met his gaze confidently, though the smile she flashed was less certain. Ollie, despite his usual cocksure demeanor returned the smile, nodding supportively. The skinny young woman turned her eyes back to the briefing, and Ollie did the same, taking in Mara's words and their meaning. He wished he was on Svenson's team, but he got why Mara had put him on team two - besides he knew Miller well enough - he had worked under her for a time before her transfer and was glad for her returning back to action, even if it was in blue. As Mara finished the briefing she asked for questions, and to his credit, he kept his usual comments to himself. It was time to get to work, and as he turned his gaze to the woman he fancied, Svenson, he hoped there would be time for play afterwards as well.
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== Midm. Hallowette Maxas-Darl==
Mara spoke clearly and succinctly, a clear departure from the usual rough cadence and vernacular that Hallowette had grown to expect from the Chief of Security. She was impressed by the woman's ability to encapsulate the plan and the respect she showed for both her people and what they might encounter on the planet.
Hally allowed herself a few glances among the crowd, noting that most paid her little mind outside of any curiosity that might accompany unfamiliarity, but luckily for her, she at least knew most of them by sight if not by name. The large blonde human at her side had given a curious appraising look, but she had appreciated the warm reassurance in the smile he returned when she acknowledged him. Her father being a former security man, she knew that the personnel wearing gold could be difficult to win over, and often were wary of new faces, so she tried to just be present and not judge any looks too harshly.
Mara spoke of the mission, the teams roles and then the assignments. She tried to ignore the pit in her stomach when Mara announced she would be part of the first team, the entry team, but the feeling was real, and she suddenly felt light headed. She had hoped that somehow she would be assigned to stay with the shuttle - to give overwatch or firesupport from the air, but Callejo - her friend - had different plans.
Luckily Mara's briefing continued in such a way that gave her the distraction she needed to avoid spiraling into a void of anxiety. As the amazonian woman mentioned translators, Hally perked up, and she allowed a brief pause in the cadence of the briefing to raise a hand, one that still throbbed slightly from her injury earlier, and she offered, "Lieutenant, I am fluent in Klingon and speak a bit of Dominionese as well..." she paused before adding, "Uhm...if I can help...with that..." She felt her face flush as she felt the eyes of the others in the group fall on her. She silently cursed her awkwardness - she had debated in front of thousands, had performed, sung and engaged with proper UFP diplomats and politicians as a youth - why was this proving to be so challenging for her?
She pushed the feeling aside as best she could and nodded that her comment was concluded as she settled back into the rhythm of the briefing. She would need help with the full tactical armor - she hadn't put on full armor since her junior year - and she hoped it wouldn't impede her ability to fly, but she wasn't about to challenge the Chief on the order. She knew that if things went bad she would probably need it, so she would make what adjustments flying she needed to. Her type I would have to do also, as she had never completed advanced weapons certification - though she wondered if maybe she should have - or at least paid more attention to her father's lessons back on Bajor years back.
Mara concluded the briefing, asking for questions, and Hallowette shook her head in the negative. It wasn't totally true, though she wasn't honestly sure where to start with all the questions she had. She recognized though that the desire to know more came more from a nagging need to solidify a feeling of control than any genuine lack of information. She resolved to trust the team and it's leaders, and be where she was needed when the time came.
As the CPO went to retrieve the armor Hally stood quietly to herself, only speaking to others when and if they approached her. She figured she would ask Aeryn for help donning the armor when it arrived as she didn't want to bother Mara with such trivialities.
Otherwise she just tried to focus on the business at hand. It wouldn't be long before she was no longer an away team newbie - not long before she would no longer be battle tested.
And strangely enough, She REALLY missed her Dad.
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The broad chested Aussie stood easily by as Mara began the briefing, only stepping forward when asked by the Chief to present the holoprojector he had carried down alongside his gear. He had noted several new faces among the away team, though most were familiar, at least in passing. The pilot was a diminutive woman, perhaps partly Trill, whom he didn't personally know and he couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed nervous. He hoped internally that the pilot was capable. She was a Middle, a young one at that, and that made him nervous - but he rested his anxiety at the feet of the Captain and Callejo. If they chose the little Sheila for the mission, they had to know something he didn't, and that was fine by him - Ollie prided himself on knowing as little as possible and still getting the job done - though he might have phrased it slightly differently had he phrased that aloud.
The young officer in the pilot jumpsuit noticed his glance and met his gaze confidently, though the smile she flashed was less certain. Ollie, despite his usual cocksure demeanor returned the smile, nodding supportively. The skinny young woman turned her eyes back to the briefing, and Ollie did the same, taking in Mara's words and their meaning. He wished he was on Svenson's team, but he got why Mara had put him on team two - besides he knew Miller well enough - he had worked under her for a time before her transfer and was glad for her returning back to action, even if it was in blue. As Mara finished the briefing she asked for questions, and to his credit, he kept his usual comments to himself. It was time to get to work, and as he turned his gaze to the woman he fancied, Svenson, he hoped there would be time for play afterwards as well.
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== Midm. Hallowette Maxas-Darl==
Mara spoke clearly and succinctly, a clear departure from the usual rough cadence and vernacular that Hallowette had grown to expect from the Chief of Security. She was impressed by the woman's ability to encapsulate the plan and the respect she showed for both her people and what they might encounter on the planet.
Hally allowed herself a few glances among the crowd, noting that most paid her little mind outside of any curiosity that might accompany unfamiliarity, but luckily for her, she at least knew most of them by sight if not by name. The large blonde human at her side had given a curious appraising look, but she had appreciated the warm reassurance in the smile he returned when she acknowledged him. Her father being a former security man, she knew that the personnel wearing gold could be difficult to win over, and often were wary of new faces, so she tried to just be present and not judge any looks too harshly.
Mara spoke of the mission, the teams roles and then the assignments. She tried to ignore the pit in her stomach when Mara announced she would be part of the first team, the entry team, but the feeling was real, and she suddenly felt light headed. She had hoped that somehow she would be assigned to stay with the shuttle - to give overwatch or firesupport from the air, but Callejo - her friend - had different plans.
Luckily Mara's briefing continued in such a way that gave her the distraction she needed to avoid spiraling into a void of anxiety. As the amazonian woman mentioned translators, Hally perked up, and she allowed a brief pause in the cadence of the briefing to raise a hand, one that still throbbed slightly from her injury earlier, and she offered, "Lieutenant, I am fluent in Klingon and speak a bit of Dominionese as well..." she paused before adding, "Uhm...if I can help...with that..." She felt her face flush as she felt the eyes of the others in the group fall on her. She silently cursed her awkwardness - she had debated in front of thousands, had performed, sung and engaged with proper UFP diplomats and politicians as a youth - why was this proving to be so challenging for her?
She pushed the feeling aside as best she could and nodded that her comment was concluded as she settled back into the rhythm of the briefing. She would need help with the full tactical armor - she hadn't put on full armor since her junior year - and she hoped it wouldn't impede her ability to fly, but she wasn't about to challenge the Chief on the order. She knew that if things went bad she would probably need it, so she would make what adjustments flying she needed to. Her type I would have to do also, as she had never completed advanced weapons certification - though she wondered if maybe she should have - or at least paid more attention to her father's lessons back on Bajor years back.
Mara concluded the briefing, asking for questions, and Hallowette shook her head in the negative. It wasn't totally true, though she wasn't honestly sure where to start with all the questions she had. She recognized though that the desire to know more came more from a nagging need to solidify a feeling of control than any genuine lack of information. She resolved to trust the team and it's leaders, and be where she was needed when the time came.
As the CPO went to retrieve the armor Hally stood quietly to herself, only speaking to others when and if they approached her. She figured she would ask Aeryn for help donning the armor when it arrived as she didn't want to bother Mara with such trivialities.
Otherwise she just tried to focus on the business at hand. It wouldn't be long before she was no longer an away team newbie - not long before she would no longer be battle tested.
And strangely enough, She REALLY missed her Dad.
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