Secure Check Ins Part II

Posted on Mon Jul 1st, 2019 @ 11:24pm by Lieutenant JG Tiskatee Troilon & Lieutenant Trei Jansum & Senior Chief Petty Officer Tyrone Mitchell

1,152 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Caverns of the mind
Location: Security Offices

Trei watched the young woman walk towards the inner office as the human came out. He was tall, broad, with that dark skin that some humans had. It came from...Africa? Yes, Africa. He wondered how one planet could have such a variety of people. Earth really was fascinating.

Trei glanced over the padd, noting something. "Professional athlete?" he looked up. "You were on the Brooklyn Caveliers!" he said grinning.

Tyrone smiled. "Yes, sir. Won the championship 4 years in a row."

The Betazoid frowned. "I'm sorry your career was cut short."

Tyrone flexed his right arm. "Well, got a new arm, but can't play professionally." He made a face, saying, "Too much of an advantage. Like Vulcans don't have one."

Jansum shook his head. "You knew what you were getting into when you started playing Paresis Squares."

Tyrone shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Jansum shrugged his eyebrows and returned his attention to the padd in front of him. "Your record is spotless, though it's like you're going through the motions. Your previous commanders said you did your job, but didn't do anything more than expected."

Tyrone shrugged. "And? This is a job."

Jansum scowled. "The difference is that this is not just a job. This is Starfleet. You don't just do the minimum you can get away with and that's it. You do your best," he continued, getting to his feet and leaning over the desk with his hands on it, "and if that is too much to ask I will happily send you off to the worst shitty assignment I can find. Is. That. CLEAR?"

Tyrone snapped to attention. "Yes, sir."

Jansum glared at him a moment longer before taking his seat again. "You will see LtJG Troilon for your phaser certification, and then we will all have some training in hand to hand combat. Any questions?"

Tyrone nodded. "One, sir." He paused and then said, "Do you do this with all your new recruits?"

"Do what?" Trei asked testily.

"Start small talk about their previous careers and then talk about getting serious?" Tyrone said with his jaw thrust forward.

Trei hesitated then nodded. "I probably should have proceeded with your padd first. But you will do your best on this ship. I am responsible for you and the safety of this crew, as are you for everyone else. That is what being a security officer means. It means 24 hour vigilance and protection. It means caring enough to do what it takes to make sure everyone is safe. If you can't do that...well...there is always civilian law enforcement. Though I don't think they'd like your attitude either. Any other questions?"

"No, sir."

Jansum nodded once. "Good, now go to Troilon and get your phaser skills recerted."

Tyrone left for the phaser range with Troilon. The room was large, with a high ceiling which, with the walls, rounded to form a dome. On the table were four different types of phasers, and standing next to it was a gorgeous Orion.

He smiled in a winning manner and said, "Hey." He cringed inside. Great, Ty. You gonna ask about the weather next?

"Hello." Triolon turned to face the new guy. "I am Tiskatee Troilon and I will be taking you through your Phaser Certification." She offered a handshake.

Tyrone's smile turned pained. He was nowhere NEAR as charming as he thought he was, apparently. He accepted the hand, noticing her grip. "Wow," he said frowning. "That's a strong shake you got there."

"It helps when working with men to not come across as 'Girly." She answered. "Now what kind of fate do you wish to have?" She point to the weapons. "Phaser of your choice."

Ty nodded at the sentiment. He knew that; he had been the cause of that attitude more than once. "Let's start with the Type-II."

"Okay." Troilon picked up a type II and stepped up. "You want blue or Yellow?" She asked with a calm demeanor.

"I'll take the blue," he said, a frown creasing his dark features. He scratched his nose and took his stance.

Troilon had a casual stance with the Phaser at her side. "Let me know when you are ready?" SHe nod.

"Yeah," Tyrone said and breathed, psyching himself up. Ever the competitive athlete.

"Computer start Phaser cert level three." She turned to him. "Pattern Three." SHe had not given the 'engage command yet as she turned her head to explain. "We have several test patterns that run at randome but it allows us to test a wide variety of people and not allow them to get used to it." SHe turned back. "Begin program."

The computer started off easy with a single set of dots that moved in a controlled arc. Troilon easily hit her first and her eyes were moving about her and not on the man standing beside her.

"This is actually the fun part of certs you know?" She mentioned.

Tyrone grunted in acknowledgment, and kept his eyes on his targets. He was hit every one of them. Except one.

"Okay you cleared that stage, ready for more of a challenge? Troilon asked.

Tyrone smiled. "Let's do it."

Triolon gave the command and started her phaser shots as targets came into view; quickly firing as soon as it appeared. The pace was gaining as she coolly kept the targets being destroyed within the time constraints.


The time got away from Tyrone and he stopped trying to showboat and just do his job. He was only halfway done when the tall Orion lowered her phaser.

When the final sequences were completed as Troilon waited for Tyrone to catch up and complete his last few targets.

Mitchell finished and breathed out through his nose, angry at himself. He tried to show off and in the process might have gotten himself a bad score.

Triolon raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want me to log that as your score?" She asked. "One more round and if you quit looking at my attributes you could get a good score and actually pass?"

Tyrone nodded, his eyes on hers. I'm for damned sure not gonna let that score stand. I don't care how pretty she is.

Troilon noted his heightened frustration; it was in his expression as well.

"Start Program." She ordered.

He stopped trying to show off and focused. He concentrated on hitting the targets and, to his relief, hit all but two out of fifty.

"You want me to log that one as your score?" Troilon asked with a wry smile.

He straightened and nodded. "Please." He seethed with anger at himself. He had been so stupid! In trying to impress a pretty girl, he had almost gotten himself decertified for phasers.

"You pass." She said with a smile and started off the platform.

OFF:

Lt. JG Tiskatee Triolon
Investigations Officer

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SCPO Tyrone Mitchell
Security/Tactical Officer

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