07-19-2024, 10:31 PM
Mara had missed the initial notification of the briefing as she had been in the gym, so she had been left with a relatively short period of time to scrub up and get herself to the briefing room. Still, the Security chief was in no rush. She had gone back to her new quarters - a suite of rooms she found almost obscenely large - to get a shower and a fresh uniform. A type II and combat blade were tucked securely into a custom holster on her belt as they always were.
There had been so many rumours swirling around Artemis lately that Calleja was almost dreading this briefing. The fact the summons had come from Cera Morgan hadn’t helped the feeling of trepidation as the muscular Bandaran got off the turbolift on deck 2.
I can’t believe some of the shit I’m hearin’. I mean, if this is senior staff, I’m expectin’ to see a new Chief Engineer. There’s no way Elias comes back. That poor bastard was set up so thoroughly I feel like the only way he sees daylight for a while is if someone breaks him out. But the rest? Fuck’s sake, I keep hearin’ about the Captain bein’ replaced, and those guys are definitely hittin’ somethin’ strong. Artemis is Crawford is Artemis. That’s just how it is.
Nobody had an information network on the same level as Cera Morgan but Mara was starting to build a pretty extensive web, at least on Artemis. The Bandaran’s fierce sense of loyalty to her friends and shipmates tended to bring the same thing out in others, and people told her things because they knew she would respect the confidence.
Although I swear, one more prick comes up to me and starts doin’ the invisible horse, I’m gonna fuse their damn spine.
The thought made her smile. Mara’s efforts to tear down her image as a distant and terrifying figure had been almost too successful, and it had all started with that karaoke set at Ju’s party. The Bandaran had been forensically dissecting her own performance for hours before Halee had come over and showed her the videos of people laughing and joining in with the Gangnam Style routine. And there had been so many videos.
It’s still weird havin’ people just come up to me and start talkin’. I mean, my friends were right. Bein’ so closed off wasn’t helpin’ me at all. But I’ve never been this open with a crew before, like ever. Never been this senior either though, I guess. And if I want to do the job right, people can’t be afraid to talk to me. I need them to be able to relate to me. And if all they know about is the shitty childhood and Cardassian killin’, that ain’t gonna happen. I feel like I’ve made the right call. Even if it is takin’ some gettin’ used to.
So far at least, Calleja had worn the mantle of Chief of Security easily. She’d made a concerted effort to speak to as many of her department as she could and made a habit of going to see others across the ship as well. Given all the noise Mara had also taken as much off the Command crew’s plate as she could, having discretely taken over the emptying of the DS9 drunk tank amongst other duties. She had absolutely savaged every single unfortunate who had been disgracing the Artemis’ name. For all the good vibes, the ex-ganger could still bare her teeth when she needed to, and she had taught the station’s Security staff some particularly virulent new curses.
Can’t all be singin’ and dancin’ she thought with another faint smile.
Mara stepped into the briefing room. She nodded in greeting to everyone who looked over at her and made her way to the replicator. With a protein shake in hand, she settled down in an empty chair and took in the occupants of the room.
New senior engineer? Check. There’s Ju. Good to see her makin’ a name for herself as her. Everyone else pretty much as expected.
And then Calleja clocked the unfamiliar figure at the head of the table. The Bandaran tilted her head quizzically. It wasn’t a cold glare by any means but it wouldn’t have taken another Security officer to know she was appraising the other woman.
Now who the fuck are you. Command red. All prim and proper and tryin’ to make a good first impression. And you’re sittin’ in Tyra’s seat. Which is either really fuckin’ brave ‘cause the boss is gonna rip your legs off at the knees, or…
The alternative wasn’t one Mara wanted to contemplate. She owed her position and her confidence in her own ability to carry it out to Tyra Crawford. Without the legendary redhead around, things got a lot less secure for the Security Chief. She was still so new in her position that the paint was practically wet on the office door. If a new CO wanted to bring their own people into senior positions, then the Bandaran was vulnerable and suddenly she was all too aware of it.
Fuck’s sake. I wish I’d just stayed at the gym and ignored the beepin’. Things are a lot simpler when you’re liftin’.
Calleja’s expression softened. For a moment she considered asking the new girl when the boss was getting here, but swiftly discarded the idea. She was very lucky that her last outburst in a briefing hadn’t had any lasting ramifications and she wasn’t about to test that luck again.
Guess we’ll find out who's callin' the shots soon enough.
There had been so many rumours swirling around Artemis lately that Calleja was almost dreading this briefing. The fact the summons had come from Cera Morgan hadn’t helped the feeling of trepidation as the muscular Bandaran got off the turbolift on deck 2.
I can’t believe some of the shit I’m hearin’. I mean, if this is senior staff, I’m expectin’ to see a new Chief Engineer. There’s no way Elias comes back. That poor bastard was set up so thoroughly I feel like the only way he sees daylight for a while is if someone breaks him out. But the rest? Fuck’s sake, I keep hearin’ about the Captain bein’ replaced, and those guys are definitely hittin’ somethin’ strong. Artemis is Crawford is Artemis. That’s just how it is.
Nobody had an information network on the same level as Cera Morgan but Mara was starting to build a pretty extensive web, at least on Artemis. The Bandaran’s fierce sense of loyalty to her friends and shipmates tended to bring the same thing out in others, and people told her things because they knew she would respect the confidence.
Although I swear, one more prick comes up to me and starts doin’ the invisible horse, I’m gonna fuse their damn spine.
The thought made her smile. Mara’s efforts to tear down her image as a distant and terrifying figure had been almost too successful, and it had all started with that karaoke set at Ju’s party. The Bandaran had been forensically dissecting her own performance for hours before Halee had come over and showed her the videos of people laughing and joining in with the Gangnam Style routine. And there had been so many videos.
It’s still weird havin’ people just come up to me and start talkin’. I mean, my friends were right. Bein’ so closed off wasn’t helpin’ me at all. But I’ve never been this open with a crew before, like ever. Never been this senior either though, I guess. And if I want to do the job right, people can’t be afraid to talk to me. I need them to be able to relate to me. And if all they know about is the shitty childhood and Cardassian killin’, that ain’t gonna happen. I feel like I’ve made the right call. Even if it is takin’ some gettin’ used to.
So far at least, Calleja had worn the mantle of Chief of Security easily. She’d made a concerted effort to speak to as many of her department as she could and made a habit of going to see others across the ship as well. Given all the noise Mara had also taken as much off the Command crew’s plate as she could, having discretely taken over the emptying of the DS9 drunk tank amongst other duties. She had absolutely savaged every single unfortunate who had been disgracing the Artemis’ name. For all the good vibes, the ex-ganger could still bare her teeth when she needed to, and she had taught the station’s Security staff some particularly virulent new curses.
Can’t all be singin’ and dancin’ she thought with another faint smile.
Mara stepped into the briefing room. She nodded in greeting to everyone who looked over at her and made her way to the replicator. With a protein shake in hand, she settled down in an empty chair and took in the occupants of the room.
New senior engineer? Check. There’s Ju. Good to see her makin’ a name for herself as her. Everyone else pretty much as expected.
And then Calleja clocked the unfamiliar figure at the head of the table. The Bandaran tilted her head quizzically. It wasn’t a cold glare by any means but it wouldn’t have taken another Security officer to know she was appraising the other woman.
Now who the fuck are you. Command red. All prim and proper and tryin’ to make a good first impression. And you’re sittin’ in Tyra’s seat. Which is either really fuckin’ brave ‘cause the boss is gonna rip your legs off at the knees, or…
The alternative wasn’t one Mara wanted to contemplate. She owed her position and her confidence in her own ability to carry it out to Tyra Crawford. Without the legendary redhead around, things got a lot less secure for the Security Chief. She was still so new in her position that the paint was practically wet on the office door. If a new CO wanted to bring their own people into senior positions, then the Bandaran was vulnerable and suddenly she was all too aware of it.
Fuck’s sake. I wish I’d just stayed at the gym and ignored the beepin’. Things are a lot simpler when you’re liftin’.
Calleja’s expression softened. For a moment she considered asking the new girl when the boss was getting here, but swiftly discarded the idea. She was very lucky that her last outburst in a briefing hadn’t had any lasting ramifications and she wasn’t about to test that luck again.
Guess we’ll find out who's callin' the shots soon enough.