Making introductions
Posted on Tue May 24th, 2016 @ 2:40am by Lieutenant Commander Thomas Byrne & Kestarah K'Mara & Lieutenant Julia 'Jules' Bryce & Lieutenant Marc Madigan & Warrant Officer Marcus Lazlo & Master Chief Petty Officer Arathenar ch’Darnath
Mission:
Brave New World
Location: Bullpen, Deck 13
Byrne stepped off the turbolift, fresh from his meet-and-greet with the captain, and made his way for the door to labelled bullpen. It had been a few years since he had been part of a security team as large as the one needed for the station - back during his time at Headquarters infact, and back when he was leading the security department on Starbase 128 was the last time he had been in command of a group as large, and although there was a sense of trepidation at the task in front of him, he was more than a little eager to get started. Though he had enjoyed his time on the Eisenhower, he had always loved the particular blend of security work that came from a non-tactical role, and he was eager to meet his new team.
When the doors opened to admit him, he was pleasantly surprised by the setup. He instantly recognised the glass-enclosed circular office of the station's chief of security - now his office - off to his left, but surrounding it the room looked like an old-fashioned police station with desks laid out for the senior security officers, flanked by what looked to be briefing rooms, interrogation rooms and a corridor which went off toward other necessities of the security centre. He had visited a few during his time at Headquarters, and they always gave him a feeling that it was from there that real detective work was done.
"Ten-HUT!" the roar of the Master at Arms' voice echoed through the bullpen, startling more than a few of the security personnel present into bolt upright positions. The only movement was the large, barrel chested Andorian stalking around the desks with his chin jutted forward menacingly and his antennae piercing the space above his thinning white hair. "How long were you disrespectful mugs going to sit there with the new chief of security standing at the door?" he muttered as he approached the new boss.
"I apologise, Commander," ch'Darnath said as he came to attention in front of Byrne. "We've had so many comings and goings lately this crew hardly knows the meaning of the word discipline anymore."
"Not a problem, Chief," Byrne responded, gesturing with his hand and giving a little nod that they could all stand at ease. "I don't tend to stand on ceremony much."
The Andorian's antennae swayed back just a little, then returned to their former position, leaning slightly forward. "Understood, sir."
Byrne stood for a moment and looked over the faces in the bullpen looking at him expectantly. He hadn't quite planned for them to all stand to when he walked in, but he could tell they were expecting him to say something, so he cleared his throat. "My name is Commander Byrne. The Captain has assigned me to be the new chief of security for this station, as I'm sure you are all aware by now. I know that security operations on a station - especially one as big as three-three-two - are a unique beast, and I'm sure you've all been doing your jobs here well enough under Commander Gunning that I'm not expecting to make any significant changes to the way that you work, but I ask you to bear with me as I get caught up on any current cases we have running." He paused for a moment, before carrying on when he could think of nothing else official-sounding to say. "Carry on."
Marc was relieved that that was all there was to the pomp and circumstance. The battle had left the private security systems of several of the larger stores disabled, and it was taking all he had to keep the promenade and commercial areas from falling into disarray. But he knew he would need to make the acquaintance of his new chief, so he kept one eye on Byrne and waited his turn to make introductions.
As the room returned to what he hoped was its normal hubbub of activity, Tom turned to ch'Darnath. "If I'm remembering the duty roster correctly, you're our Master At Arms, aren't you Chief?"
Ch'Darnath gave a curt nod and his back seemed to somehow grow even straighter. "That's correct, sir. Master Chief Petty Officer Arathenar ch'Darnath."
"Good. I'd like to see you, the assistant security chief," he knew that his assistant was a female Lieutenant, but his reassignment had happened so swiftly he hadn't remembered her name, "and any section chiefs who aren't currently elsewhere in my office."
"Aye aye, sir," ch'Darnath said, turning straight away to locate any of the section chiefs, fully intent on muscling them into the boss's office if he needed to. He knew he wouldn't need to, but he liked people thinking he would.
Kes walked in with the PADD with everyone, and she knew everyone, from their hiding place on the station. It had taken several hours out of her busy day, and she still had to report to the new chief, ops officer, and maybe the Tribble better known as the CO. That one, she hoped, would be taken out of her hands by the new chief, since everyone knew that tribbles and Klingons did not mix well. But she wasn't going to tell him that. Let him find it out himself.
"Sorry, I'm late," she said as she headed to her "desk".
"As far as I know, you're not late for anything... miss?" Byrne answered, looking at the Klingon with curiosity. She wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform, though that didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't one of his officers, who might have been working in plain clothes for some reason. He really needed to get to looking through the department's personnel records.
"I'm sorta like a cross between detective and undercover cop. I don't look like I should be in here so no one ever imagines that I am one. So, I can go places you can't go and talk to folks to get info you can't get. But the sad fact is that I have to start a 'fight' on a slow night so that I can be arrested," she said. That was the part she hated but it was arranged ahead of time so that it was not a true surprise to the manager of her favorite haunt. "So, officially, I am not on your roster."
"Well, unofficially then, it was nice to meet you," Byrne offered.
"Morning Commander," Lazlo said as he walked over to the new man in charge. "I hadn't had a chance to meet you yet. Warrant Officer Marcus Lazlo, former NYPD at your service," He said, smiling broadly and offering the man a hand to shake after a sharp salute.
"Good Morning, Warrant Officer," Byrne answered, pausing on his way to his office to shake the man's hand. "The NYPD? I worked a case with them a few years ago. Were you a detective, or a beat cop?"
"Both, sir. Started walkin' a beat, but I earned my way up. I've been a detective for the last seven years. Wanted something new, so I worked with Starfleet to get a Warrant Officer spot and a place somewhere in the stars," He explained with a grin.
"Well I'm sure your experience will be greatly appreciated around here, Detective," Byrne responded. "I'd love to chat with you some time about your time in the NYPD, once I've gotten up to speed on things here."
"Sounds like a plan, boss," Laz replied, pleasantly. "I'll let you get settled in." He said, breaking off and heading in a different direction with a nod and a smile.
Byrne responded with a nod of his own as he continued making his way towards his office and through the small group of others wanting to introduce themselves to him.
"..Crud.." Bryce had breathed to herself when she'd stepped in from the eastern doors and saw that everyone was standing. Some saluting even- and there she was with her hair a mess, her nose bleeding and her left eye just beginning to swell. Of course something officious would happen then when she was a little south of shiny. Then again, when did she turn tail and run from something like that.
Taking care to scrub the blood from her face off on her sleeve and tuck her hair back into her braid as best as she could, Jules hurried towards the front of the room with a spirited gait that was clearly compensating for her current state of kind of messy. Head high, shoulders back, she strode forward until she got a better look at the pip set drawing all the attention. That had to be the new honcho. Double crud. "Is there blood?" she hissed to an officer as she passed, who shook his head no. So she maneuvered to the very front to meet the new boss as well.
"Been in a bit of a scuffle, Lieutenant?" Byrne asked as Bryce moved towards him through the pack. "I trust nobody's going to end up on the wrong end of an assault charge?"
"Yeah, that'd be a kick in the pants, wouldn't it?" the brunette responded, utterly nonplussed. "It's all squared. I'm not pressing charges.."
"Glad to hear it," Byrne answered with a smirk, knowing better than to ask for further details.
Byrne led the way into his office and took a quick look around. It was pretty sparse - a standard-issue desk that didn't match the imprints in the carpet and set of chairs that matched those around the rest of the bullpen. He assumed that any personal effects of his predecessor had already been removed. Opting to test his chair for comfort later, he perched himself on the edge of his desk and allowed everyone to file in. Once the last person had come in, he instructed them to close the door.
"As I'm sure you're all aware, Commander Gunning has only recently left you, so it should come as no surprise that my own reassignment here was a rather rapid one," he started off. "As such, I confess to not being fully read up on personnel assignments or casework here, so I'd appreciate a quick round of introductions."
Oh, yeah. Those.. "L-T Julia Bryce," the slightly battered lieutenant said, offering out a hand for a quick shake. "Jules for short. Nice to meet you."
"Lieutenant Madigan," Marc state with a slight wave of his hand. "I've been known to answer to a lot of things, but Marc and Madigan are probably the most common."
The other section chiefs gave similar introductions. "I'm Lt. Jani Engstrom," added the habitation section chief.
"Warren Harper," the lieutenant junior grade in charge of the storage areas answered.
A little Tellerite pushed forward from the rear of the office. "Lieutenant JG Glek."
Finally the Vulcan officer replied. "I am Lieutenant Junior Grade, Mena. I am in charge of the engineering sections of the station."
"Glad to meet you all," the commander said. "Now, I'm sure I've got plenty of reports to read up on, but you're the people who've been working the cases up until now. Are there any current cases or projects ongoing that I need to be immediately aware of?"
Laz raised his hand, "We were in the process of investigating a robbery murder down in the promenade, sir. Still trying to get momentum on that one in the aftermath of the attack." He explained.
Byrne's eyebrow raised at the mention of that. A murder investigation in progress while the head of security was changing over? Whatever had taken Commander Gunning away from the station must have been pretty urgent for him to leave before the investigation was concluded. "Who's the victim?" he asked.
"Shop owner down on the promenade. Looked like it was a robbery gone wrong at first glance, but... I'm not so sure," Laz replied. "Something was off in the crime scene." He explained, cryptically.
"OK; Detective, you and everyone else involved in that investigation stay behind and fill me in on what we know so far. Everyone else; I plan to shadow each of you during your day-to-day duties for a shift over the next few weeks. It's not a performance review or anything like that; I just want to get to know the people working with me a bit better, and see how you do things around here. I'll arrange appropriate times for that with each of you soon; for now, I don't want to keep you from your work any longer. Dismissed."
Lt. Commander Thomas Byrne
Chief of Station Security
Lieutenant Marc Madigan
Section Chief (Promenade)
Kes
Official troublemaking Klingon
Lt. Jules Bryce
Assistant Chief Security Officer
WO Marcus "Laz" Lazlo
Criminal Investigator
NPC - Le Austin
MCPO Arathenar ch'Darnath
Master at Arms
Stabase 332
