Uninspiring Candidates - Part III
Posted on Mon Nov 2nd, 2015 @ 10:55am by Commander Jordan Gunning & Master Chief Petty Officer Arathenar ch’Darnath
Mission:
By Dawn's Early Light
Location: Security Centre [Deck 13, Starbase 332]
Timeline: After "Uninspiring Candidates - Part II"
Previously...
"Right. Marc Madigan to the Promenade. I'll send them one of our younger officers on the fast track in return. That way they won't lose out." Gunning had just the ensign in mind - someone whose career would be kickstarted by being on the very frontier. He continued through the file. "He's no spring chicken either. Last chance or bust. Speaking of which, we've still got Customs to do."
The Master at Arms' antennae seemed to whither with the realisation that they were not, in fact, done yet. He sighed and said, "I'm going to need another drink."
Gunning poured more of the amber liquid into the Andorian's glass, more than he had before. "Customs is going to be tricky for the same reasons as the Promenade. We need people who have enough interest in the Federation to keep the docking bays secure but also enough lack of interest in security that they're not going to try to turn everything into a firefight."
Ch'Darnath frowned and consulted his PADD again. "That's a pretty narrow frame of reference there, sir," he grumbled. "Do we have anybody there now that fits that bill?"
"We've already got Appiah on the rotation - he's a good guy but he's not ready to take the step up." Gunning looked through the list, clearly looking for something specific. "Do we have any retired marines that we could bring in as Non-Comms?"
That sparked some inspiration in the Andorian that made his antennae trace faint circles in the air above his balding head. "I had a drink with a fella a couple of weeks ago," he said. "Former marine who was dumped along with his unit and picked up a non-comm spot working security aboard the Shepherd. Andorian, so you know he's reliable." He called up the manifest of the USS Shepherd and soon found his man. "Petty Officer Kasoth ch'Rhatriss."
"That could do." Gunning took the file and read it - almost exactly what you'd expect from an Andorian in the United Federation of Planets Corps of Marines. "Who was his unit commander?"
"A Captain Yati," ch'Darnath replied. "Why?"
Gunning was too busy tapping at his console to reply. "Here we go. Captain David Yati." He read on a paragraph to get to what he was after. "Discharged and his unit disbanded after they were pushed into firing on unarmed civilians on colony Farrell-II." He read on and continued. "Captain Yati found culpable for giving the order, tribunal found that five of the marines refused to fire. Staff Sergeant Kasoth ch'Rhatriss and First Sergeant Jared Vasser. They're your new customs agents. We'll find out what Vasser's doing and bring him in as their chief."
"Excellent!" ch'Darnath said, thinking about another drink but deciding against it. "What's next?"
"The gaol." Gunning said, using the old British word for a jail. "We need a few jailors. The logic suggests that it should be older NCOs but I think we should jump that idea - one old, one young. Keep things interesting."
"I've got just the young one," the Andorian said with a sinister glint in his eye. He pulled up a file and transferred it to the centre screen, which displayed the smiling face of a young Bolian. "Warrant Officer Moll Raff. She's young, eager and could stand to learn a thing or two. Pair her with an experienced senior and she'll get the education she needs."
Gunning flipped through his PADD looking for just the right codger for the task. "I've seen this guy kicking around the storage areas. Staff Warrant Hoyt Beyett. He's been in the service since before we had Warp Five."
Ch'Darnath snickered, "Well that satisfies the old criteria."
"And just leaves us to sort out the Crime Scene Unit." Gunning pushed himself back in his chair, leaving it balancing precariously on its back legs. "Hopefully Drusus will have taken care of most of that for us."
"Wait a minute!" the Master at Arms suddenly exclaimed, his hands flat on the table and his eyes darting around as if some unseen enemy may attack. "Does this mean ... we're ... finally finished?"
"And if that doesn't earn us another drink, nothing will." Gunning smiled. "Come on - Alexander's - I'm buying."
Commander Jordan Gunning
Chief of Security
Master Chief Petty Officer Arathenar ch'Darnath [NPC: Drusus]
Master-At-Arms
Starbase 332
