We come to serve

Posted on Wed Nov 18th, 2020 @ 4:02pm by Lieutenant Commander Decan MD PsyD & Lieutenant Commander Felicie Rivero

Mission: After the Storm
Location: Starbase 332

Decan left his assigned quarters for a stroll. Perhaps stroll wasn't the correct term. A stroll was an aimless activity and Decan walked with a purpose, to familiarize himself with the layout of the station in a way that committing the deck schematics to memory could not.

The Vulcan man, clad in his well pressed uniform, walked with a distinct purpose through the corridors of Deck Thirteen. Deck Thirteen contained much of the Station's Security facilities, Decan was especially interested in how the Station ran and security was a major component of that.

With his hands held behind his back, Decan made his way through the corridor passing many crew members on his way. His eyes moved around slowly, taking in his surroundings. He wondered if he would be permitted to observe the Security Centre for himself. He pondered the thought as he walked, unaware that his path was about to cross another.

Felicie had left her jacket in her office, having attached her commbadge to her black undershirt. She'd spent a significant amount of time on the promenade, making sure the weapons lockers had been updated appropriately. Now, even though her shift was technically over, she was on her way back to security. The idea of 'shifts' had been something she'd quickly learned to forget after being assigned to 332. With a station this size and the sheer number of crew she was working with, not to mention civilians, she worked when required, which was most of the time.

The sight of the Vulcan in the corridor ahead of her caught her off guard, especially given his teal uniform. It was not often medical or sciences ended up in this part of the station. "Looking for someone?" she called after him, offering a smile as he turned back toward her.

"I am not." Decan said plainly, looking the Human woman up and down. "I had hoped to be permitted to tour the facilities."

Felicie smiled as she approached, holding out her hand toward him. "Lieutenant Commander Felicie Rivero, Chief Security Officer," she said warmly. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to see?"

"Lieutenant Commander Decan. I am the Assistant Chief Medical Officer." Shaking hands was a custom Decan was familiar with, although not one he enjoyed. He took her offered hand for the briefest moment and released it. "I am curious to see the entire facility Commander."

"There's not really a great deal to see," Felicie said, motioning with her hand that they should keep walking after she fell into step next to him. "This section houses basically the entire security detail and all our operations." She turned into a corridor, walking along between two bulkheads. "Though we spend a lot of time out and about through the station during each day, this is our primary area of operations."

As they walked out of the corridor, they came to a circular area with turbolifts visible. "Welcome to the bullpen. Where do you want to start? The offices are to the right and the brig is to the left."

The Vulcan man followed her lead. "It is, how they say, your house Commander." Decan raised a brow and looked at Rivero.

Felicie nodded politely and motioned to the left, falling into step next to him. "The brig is fairly small compared to our overall population of the Station," she explained, keying in an access code to give them access to the holding cells inside. Mostly we use the brig as a temporary confinement and prisoners end up being transferred to Cestus III for trial, so we only have 20 cells here. We've not exceeded capacity yet, however we can fit extra cots in should it be actually required." As they circled the brig, there were two holding cells that had occupants, but mostly they were empty. Reaching the other end, Felicie gave a nod to the two security officers who were seated at the desks and started toward the exit.

Decan nodded his understanding. “I had wondered if I may update my sidearm training on board? Do you certify?” The Vulcan asked, with a slightly cocked head, still taking in the brig cells. He wondered what brought the two occupants to their prison.

"I am able to certify, yes," Felicie said with a smile. "Would you like to see our firing range?"

“Please.” He responded flatly. He had long hoped to be able to get his small and long bore certifications under his belt, to better prepare him for combat postings should the Federation find themselves engaged in war once more.

“How long have you served aboard the station?” Decan was well versed in ‘small talk’.

Motioning toward the door to exit the brig, Felicie led the way toward the firing range in the next section. "I've not been here terribly long, but it's been enjoyable so far." As they walked into the range, she nodded to the range master. "I would recommend we keep toward the back, a few of our staff do enjoy projectile weapons still and I'd hate for this to become a tour of the medical facilities," she smirked.

Decan's eyebrow rose again. "Projectile weapons?" He asked, curious as to the nature of such weaponry.

"Projectile weapons..." Felicie paused for a moment, realising that cultural differences meant he had no idea what she was talking about. "In a lot of cultures early handheld weaponry used projectiles instead of energy." She smiled as they walked along the rear of the firing range, behind the range master. "There are a few crew members that still enjoy the primitive technology on their down time so we have two ranges equipped for projectile weaponry as appropriate," she indicated with her hand to the two furthermost range lanes from the door as she explained.

"Do any of your staff spar with bladed weapons?" Decan asked. He himself had trained with a Lirpa as a child and had been meaning to get practice in.

"I do know there are a few who are proficient with blades, personally I'm not one of them," she laughed and shook her head. "I can give you some names and recommendations of programs for the holodecks if you're interested?" she offered. "We do have a wide assortment of training across Security so we can usually manage any given requests."

"Perhaps another time." The Vulcan man said flatly. "I am appreciative of the time you are permitting me Commander. Perhaps we can schedule a time for my recertification." He indicated the door, hoping they could finish off the range.

With a nod, Felicie moved for the door and stepped out into the main security center again. "Do you wish to see the Armory or anything else in security?" she queried. "Not that there's really a great deal more to see, most of what's left is pretty standard."

"I would." Decan was curious to see what remained to be seen. Particularly the weapons he would be certifying on.

Smiling as they approached the armory, Felicie pressed her thumb against the locking mechanism, waiting for it to turn green before keying in a code. There was a moment of silence before the lock beeped and the doors swished open. "This is the central armory, so it's better equipped than the weapons lockers throughout the station. We have most everything available," she said motioning to an array of individual lockers, each independently labelled and locked. "Anything in particular you're considering?"

"I require recertification on Type-2 and Type-3 phase weapons." Decan said, without regarding the weaponry that was stored.

Approaching a locker, Felicie keyed in an access code and opened it, pulling out a phaser rifle and shouldered it momentarily, checking that it was definitely powered down before handing it across to him. "Book yourself some range time, when you're ready we can book your recertification. I usually prefer to do them in the mornings, I trust that will work for you?"

"I believe that a morning would be agreeable."Decan said taking the weapon. "If it is possible, I was hoping to schedule the recertification for next week. Once I am able to complete that, I can focus completely on the medical department."

"Perfect, why don't we walk across to my office and I can book you range time and a slot for your recertification before you go?" Felicie offered with a warm smile. "How's that sound?"

"Accommodating." Decan said simply. He followed the woman out of the Armory. "I thank you for all of the assistance." His tone was flat.

"Always happy to help," Felicie replied easily. "It's what I'm here for."

"As they say on Vulcan, 'we come to serve.' " Something that could've been construed as a smirk appeared briefly on the Doctor's face.