Post by janedoe on Apr 14, 2014 7:52:34 GMT -5
William Tennison
Chief of security
He had arrived on station a week before he was even showing up on a Manifest from the USS Sandusky, he lived and breathed security. When he showed up, he looked like most everyone else even with the piercing chill his eyes tended to emit. He dressed like a man from earth and even talked like one, however what most people didn’t realize was that his right eye recorded everything it saw, so that he could play it back when he needed confirmation of something he had seen.
This was now his third duty station, his first had been as security personnel at Starfleet Academy, his second had been on the USS Jagged Edge, an Akira-class Heavy Cruiser, he saw a great deal of action while serving during the Dominion War in the Demilitarized Zone. Now, he was going to be serving as the Security Chief of SB 129. However, so far it was not what he was expecting, the place looked like it had been junked to a point and trashed slightly.
The demilitarized zone had become his home for the last 7 years, so being stationed near it on this Starbase would be like finding an old lover once again. For now he was seated in The Dragon’s Den, slowly sipping a synth-ale and watching his surroundings.
He was dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket, blue jeans, gray t-shirt and military-esque boots.
...........
Mara Cox
She really doesn't want to enter that f***ing bar again. It is not her crowd, it smells, and it's loud. She just wants to take a run and wind down so she can sleep. But they do have some real food there. Anytime she can avoid replicated meals Mara will do it. It's just about the only good reason for being at this craptastic hell hole called Starbase 129. Between the attacks and the sabotage, it's really starting to feel like she is being punished.
And she probably deserves it. Sometimes she doesn't follow orders unless she thinks they are necessary, if she can get away with it without seeing brig time. She's good enough at her job that she usually does get away with it, or used to with mommy and daddy as a buffer in the academy. She was supposed to be a captain in five years. She scowls at the memory, at the promises made. Truth is, people make a lot of promises to Admirals, and daddy pushed hard. Sometimes things change. But she has a chip on her shoulder and , in her opinion, for good reason. She is talented and she knows it. She had a good run on a ship just after graduation, a field assignment for three months, research and excavation in preparation for a first contact. She did well and when she came
back, she was promoted and given a position as junior instructor at the academy. She really enjoyed teaching. But it was temporary. It was always going to be temporary. And now. She wonders who she has to blow to get off this floating mess and onto a ship. The only thing going for it is that she will have
contact with many races. And daddy won't be there.
Yet. She has a few months then he is supposed to show up also.
She heads back into the Dragon's Den for the second time of day and she will be here just long enough to get her meal and walk out with it. The cirus atmosphere assaults her senses as she walks in and she steps up to a table with a screen and puts in her order, waiting for it. She taps her nails and turns her head, with an offhand comment to the guy at the table next to her. He looks like he means business in leather and jeans. She shrugs, tap, tapping her nails impatiently.
"It's the only place I found so far that doesn't only serve replicated food."
..............
The Starbase was like any other that was stationed near what most would consider to be a hotbed of strife and conflict. He looked up from his drink when he heard the melodic voice of a female speaking to him, albeit in a sort of off-handed way, as though she really didn’t care if he responded or not.
“I wouldn’t know, I have grown rather used to replicated food.”
He kind of shrugged and caught sight of what might be trouble on the rise. There was a shoving match beginning between two Klingons about some bet they had both made and the one was unhappy that the other had won. His attention was no longer on anything else and as the won who had lost pulled a D’k tahg from his belt and that was when Tennison burst into action.
First, he flung a Qutluch that had been hidden within the right sleeve of his jacket, once let loose it found its mark within the hollow of the D’k tahg and pinned it against one of the many support beams within the establishment.
“Well, there goes my vacation.”
.........
Mara notices that the same Romulan is sitting at the same table. But that was hours ago. She makes a note of it. Something don't seem right. And as much as she does not want to get involved in...well anything...she was told to keep an eye on anything and everything on this base. A girl shows up with her meal and she pays her, about to get up and walk out. In the midst of standing, her neighbor in leather starts to move on the two klingons. She sighs. Why do people always think they have to get involved. Klingons are volitile, let them work it out. She watches as a weapon is brandished and he makes a swift move with his own. She sits back down waiting for there to be no weapons flying through the air. She tilts her head as if she is watching a sports match of some kind.
"The dragon lady is -not- going to like that," she says with a long low whistle, eying the Qutluch stuck in the beam. She sits tight, waiting to see how the Klingon's respond, acting casual like some part of an audience. She opens her juice and starts sipping from it.
................
He heard the young lady speak again and had to wonder who this “dragon lady” was. However, that would have to wait for another time, he was sure that his office had files on the person.
“Now, gentlemen, if you don’t wish to be spending the duration of your stay on this station in the brig. I recommend you both cool your heads and have a drink.” He doubted that his words would sway anything, but he had at least kept there from being unnecessary bloodshed.
“Miss, if you would be so kind as to inform the captain that his security chief is dealing with a brawl in the Dragon’s Den.”
His attention was brought back to the fight as the one he had disarmed came at him, charging him. “Why do they never listen.”
He dropped into a low stance as his arm darted out quickly and forcefully to punch into the left kidney of the charging Klingon, sending him off-balance. He then gripped his flailing left arm and flipped him down onto the ground roughly.
“I said stand down.”
..........
She taps her communicator on her t-shirt. "Lt. Cox to security, you better get someone into the Dragon's Den. There is a situation developing."
She smirks and grabs her dinner, getting set to leave before there is a bigger situation and she is stuck in here.
"Though you seem to have this under control. Nicely handled. " She starts to tell him about Ryu then decides he should see her for himself. She is no doubt asleep, but has extensive staff, many of whom are rushing toward the hub which at the moment is the stand off between the new Security chief and the klingons.
Easy on the eyes, tough as nails, clearly, she's met some interesting folks so far, enough to take the sting off the day working for her own dragon lady in ops. She almost forgot about her for a little while.
............
“Well, Lieutenant Cox.” He chuckled slightly. “I have never been one to shy away from battle.”
He held his left boot to the neck of Klingon. He turned a phaser which had been hidden behind his back and trained it on the other Klingon. “Unless you wish to spend time with your friend here in adjoining cells in the brig. I recommend you just walk away now.”
Tennison didn’t look upon the young Lieutenant as anything more than co-worker, he did however see that she was eyeing him in the way a seductress eyed a new toy. This of course caused him to chuckle slightly.
“I am so sorry to have caused an uproar while you were simply trying to eat.”
...........
Mara watches, wanting to walk away, curious to see how it ends.
She gives him a slight shrugs "It brings a fascinating end to what has been a very, very odd day. If I told you everything that happened from waking up until now you would not believe me." She grabs her meal and starts toward the doorway.
"But if you ever want to spar, I go to the gym pretty early before my shift. I love having a partner instead of using the bag."
Chief of security
He had arrived on station a week before he was even showing up on a Manifest from the USS Sandusky, he lived and breathed security. When he showed up, he looked like most everyone else even with the piercing chill his eyes tended to emit. He dressed like a man from earth and even talked like one, however what most people didn’t realize was that his right eye recorded everything it saw, so that he could play it back when he needed confirmation of something he had seen.
This was now his third duty station, his first had been as security personnel at Starfleet Academy, his second had been on the USS Jagged Edge, an Akira-class Heavy Cruiser, he saw a great deal of action while serving during the Dominion War in the Demilitarized Zone. Now, he was going to be serving as the Security Chief of SB 129. However, so far it was not what he was expecting, the place looked like it had been junked to a point and trashed slightly.
The demilitarized zone had become his home for the last 7 years, so being stationed near it on this Starbase would be like finding an old lover once again. For now he was seated in The Dragon’s Den, slowly sipping a synth-ale and watching his surroundings.
He was dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket, blue jeans, gray t-shirt and military-esque boots.
...........
Mara Cox
She really doesn't want to enter that f***ing bar again. It is not her crowd, it smells, and it's loud. She just wants to take a run and wind down so she can sleep. But they do have some real food there. Anytime she can avoid replicated meals Mara will do it. It's just about the only good reason for being at this craptastic hell hole called Starbase 129. Between the attacks and the sabotage, it's really starting to feel like she is being punished.
And she probably deserves it. Sometimes she doesn't follow orders unless she thinks they are necessary, if she can get away with it without seeing brig time. She's good enough at her job that she usually does get away with it, or used to with mommy and daddy as a buffer in the academy. She was supposed to be a captain in five years. She scowls at the memory, at the promises made. Truth is, people make a lot of promises to Admirals, and daddy pushed hard. Sometimes things change. But she has a chip on her shoulder and , in her opinion, for good reason. She is talented and she knows it. She had a good run on a ship just after graduation, a field assignment for three months, research and excavation in preparation for a first contact. She did well and when she came
back, she was promoted and given a position as junior instructor at the academy. She really enjoyed teaching. But it was temporary. It was always going to be temporary. And now. She wonders who she has to blow to get off this floating mess and onto a ship. The only thing going for it is that she will have
contact with many races. And daddy won't be there.
Yet. She has a few months then he is supposed to show up also.
She heads back into the Dragon's Den for the second time of day and she will be here just long enough to get her meal and walk out with it. The cirus atmosphere assaults her senses as she walks in and she steps up to a table with a screen and puts in her order, waiting for it. She taps her nails and turns her head, with an offhand comment to the guy at the table next to her. He looks like he means business in leather and jeans. She shrugs, tap, tapping her nails impatiently.
"It's the only place I found so far that doesn't only serve replicated food."
..............
The Starbase was like any other that was stationed near what most would consider to be a hotbed of strife and conflict. He looked up from his drink when he heard the melodic voice of a female speaking to him, albeit in a sort of off-handed way, as though she really didn’t care if he responded or not.
“I wouldn’t know, I have grown rather used to replicated food.”
He kind of shrugged and caught sight of what might be trouble on the rise. There was a shoving match beginning between two Klingons about some bet they had both made and the one was unhappy that the other had won. His attention was no longer on anything else and as the won who had lost pulled a D’k tahg from his belt and that was when Tennison burst into action.
First, he flung a Qutluch that had been hidden within the right sleeve of his jacket, once let loose it found its mark within the hollow of the D’k tahg and pinned it against one of the many support beams within the establishment.
“Well, there goes my vacation.”
.........
Mara notices that the same Romulan is sitting at the same table. But that was hours ago. She makes a note of it. Something don't seem right. And as much as she does not want to get involved in...well anything...she was told to keep an eye on anything and everything on this base. A girl shows up with her meal and she pays her, about to get up and walk out. In the midst of standing, her neighbor in leather starts to move on the two klingons. She sighs. Why do people always think they have to get involved. Klingons are volitile, let them work it out. She watches as a weapon is brandished and he makes a swift move with his own. She sits back down waiting for there to be no weapons flying through the air. She tilts her head as if she is watching a sports match of some kind.
"The dragon lady is -not- going to like that," she says with a long low whistle, eying the Qutluch stuck in the beam. She sits tight, waiting to see how the Klingon's respond, acting casual like some part of an audience. She opens her juice and starts sipping from it.
................
He heard the young lady speak again and had to wonder who this “dragon lady” was. However, that would have to wait for another time, he was sure that his office had files on the person.
“Now, gentlemen, if you don’t wish to be spending the duration of your stay on this station in the brig. I recommend you both cool your heads and have a drink.” He doubted that his words would sway anything, but he had at least kept there from being unnecessary bloodshed.
“Miss, if you would be so kind as to inform the captain that his security chief is dealing with a brawl in the Dragon’s Den.”
His attention was brought back to the fight as the one he had disarmed came at him, charging him. “Why do they never listen.”
He dropped into a low stance as his arm darted out quickly and forcefully to punch into the left kidney of the charging Klingon, sending him off-balance. He then gripped his flailing left arm and flipped him down onto the ground roughly.
“I said stand down.”
..........
She taps her communicator on her t-shirt. "Lt. Cox to security, you better get someone into the Dragon's Den. There is a situation developing."
She smirks and grabs her dinner, getting set to leave before there is a bigger situation and she is stuck in here.
"Though you seem to have this under control. Nicely handled. " She starts to tell him about Ryu then decides he should see her for himself. She is no doubt asleep, but has extensive staff, many of whom are rushing toward the hub which at the moment is the stand off between the new Security chief and the klingons.
Easy on the eyes, tough as nails, clearly, she's met some interesting folks so far, enough to take the sting off the day working for her own dragon lady in ops. She almost forgot about her for a little while.
............
“Well, Lieutenant Cox.” He chuckled slightly. “I have never been one to shy away from battle.”
He held his left boot to the neck of Klingon. He turned a phaser which had been hidden behind his back and trained it on the other Klingon. “Unless you wish to spend time with your friend here in adjoining cells in the brig. I recommend you just walk away now.”
Tennison didn’t look upon the young Lieutenant as anything more than co-worker, he did however see that she was eyeing him in the way a seductress eyed a new toy. This of course caused him to chuckle slightly.
“I am so sorry to have caused an uproar while you were simply trying to eat.”
...........
Mara watches, wanting to walk away, curious to see how it ends.
She gives him a slight shrugs "It brings a fascinating end to what has been a very, very odd day. If I told you everything that happened from waking up until now you would not believe me." She grabs her meal and starts toward the doorway.
"But if you ever want to spar, I go to the gym pretty early before my shift. I love having a partner instead of using the bag."