Hazing

Posted on Wed Mar 21st, 2012 @ 10:42am by Chief Warrant Officer Daryl Hastings & Lieutenant Commander Sean O'Connell

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Chief of Station Security's Office [Deck 13]
Timeline: MD01 - 0800hrs

[ON]

Hastings' head was pounding with the after-effects of a Saurian Brandy experience that the rest of the Security department had referred to as 'Master At Harming'. He sighed as he reached the turbolift and stepped inside. To him, there was nothing worse than a hungover turbolift ride, especially on a Starbase. His old assignment, the USS Meades had much smoother turbolifts; not like these clunky horrors on the old Stardocks.

He'd never understood why the engineers in the Engineering Corps had never bothered to roll out an upgrade scheme. Even new Starbases had these. He pressed his fingers to his temples and closed his eyes. He quickly realised that the lift wasn't actually that bad, it was the brandy. It was definitely the brandy.

He just hoped that his new boss would see the funny side.

Sean was updating the daily assignments and going over the report from last night. He also had received some reports on new staff coming in. He looked at the main area from his office and raised an eyebrow. Seems our Master at arms is a bit late. He didn't call in sick so he might have survived the 'welcome aboard, let's get you shitfaced' thing. Sean thought to himself as he stood up and exited his office and looked around.

The turbolift doors slid apart in front of him as he stepped out on Deck Thirteen. He felt as though he'd been in it for a year. A few steps down the corridor saw him confronted with the main security offices which spread out in front of him like an old Police Precinct he'd once seen in a holodeck animation. It was quite something and everyone was already on shift. The round of applause that greeted him as he walked through the room was almost deafening.

Petty Officer Jennings clapped him on the back, sending a wretch up to his throat. He coughed to stifle it before turning round. "You can certainly hold your booze, Chief!" He said brightly. The Chief Warrant Officer grunted and moved on, his pace slowed by the sudden shock to his back.

"Petty Officer Jennings! Do I need to remind you that Mister Hastings is a Chief Warrant Officer you will address him as 'Sir' or by his rank." Sean said it loud enough so everybody could hear and hopefully add to Hasting's headache. "Also, Officer Jennings I am still awaiting a report from your patrol yesterday and the day before that so instead of standing around here get to work. If you want to get demoted and get drummed out then stand there and keep not handing them in PO Jennings."

Jennings looked like he had been hit by a train. "Aye, Sir. I'll get back to work. Sorry, sir."

"Mister Hastings, my office at the double." Sean moved back into his office.

Hastings followed close behind, feeling that the tone of the office had changed. Before it had the light joviality of a group of comrades whereas now everyone seemed united in something much stronger. They seemed to be united in fear.

"My apologies for being a couple of minutes late, sir." Hastings blurted out before Lieutenant O'Connell could say anything else. "I actually left my quarters in plenty of time. Or so I thought. I suppose I'm yet to get used to the size of the base."

"I don't mind you being late, mister Hastings. First day and all. I do mind having people coming in hung over." Sean took a seat and looked sternly at Hastings. "Now you got assigned here as master-at-arms and you're probably my senior warrant officer. That makes you a bridge between the officers and NCOs. I would suggestion you get a few cups of coffee a good breakfast and take the day off. Also get some sleep and report in tomorrow morning sober and fresh. I could make it an order and send you round the medical staff."

"No need to make it an order, sir." Hastings replied, "I'll make sure I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow. I apologise, Lieutenant."

"No need to apologise it's those hazing things I do not really approve of." Sean stood up and held out his hand. "Welcome on the station, Mister Hastings. Now I seem to be a very hard man, but the problem is I have a station and this whole sector to keep in check. And if you had a look around starfleet tends to keep me short handed. So If I snap, yell or give a disapproving look......... all part of the act." Sean smiled.

"Understood, sir." Hastings replied as he turned to take his leave.

[OFF]

Lieutenant Sean O'Connell
Chief of Station Security

Chief Warrant Officer Daryl Hastings
Master At Arms