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Post by Rena Markov on Sat Oct 06, 2012 6:34 pm

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Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Reneé Lucas on Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:00 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.
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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Rena Markov on Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:20 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.


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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Reneé Lucas on Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:27 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.
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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Rena Markov on Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:31 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.


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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Reneé Lucas on Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:02 am

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"
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Post by Rena Markov on Sun Oct 07, 2012 12:38 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

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Post by Reneé Lucas on Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:53 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
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Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."
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Post by Rena Markov on Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:25 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
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Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."


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Post by Reneé Lucas on Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:59 pm

USS Indefatigable
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Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."

"The Breen." replied Reneé with a monotonic flatness. She had little experience when it came to the Breen even as a ground force. Most of her combat record in the Dominion War was against Cardassian Infantry Orders and Dominion Regiments. "The only experience I've had against the Breen was during the Second Battle of Chin'toka when they were involved in the Dominion counter attack. When the Allied fleet had to pull out they left a large amount of ground forces on the planets. Even then the Breen only deployed commando-like units to the planet in the hopes of striking our mobile forces to knock us off balance. Still...I'll hope to be of some use. After all I like to think of myself as adaptive. Even if the air and gravity can be turned off with a single lucky shot..."
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Re: Visiting Hours (Edmondson/Lucas)

Post by Rena Markov on Sun Oct 07, 2012 4:41 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."

"The Breen." replied Reneé with a monotonic flatness. She had little experience when it came to the Breen even as a ground force. Most of her combat record in the Dominion War was against Cardassian Infantry Orders and Dominion Regiments. "The only experience I've had against the Breen was during the Second Battle of Chin'toka when they were involved in the Dominion counter attack. When the Allied fleet had to pull out they left a large amount of ground forces on the planets. Even then the Breen only deployed commando-like units to the planet in the hopes of striking our mobile forces to knock us off balance. Still...I'll hope to be of some use. After all I like to think of myself as adaptive. Even if the air and gravity can be turned off with a single lucky shot..."

"It takes a bit more than one lucky shot," Fallon replied with the certainty of someone who'd spent most of their life in space. Is this woman insane? she thought one lucky shot on the ground and you can just be dead not without gravity! At least on a ship you have a layer of shielding and metal to protect you. She leaned back in her chair a little more and sighed. "Well most of the crew won't be here for a while, and as far as I know, none of the senior staff have arrived yet either so feel free to relax until things start picking up and if you ever need to chat my doors always open," She said, wondering if her First Officer knew how to relax.

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Post by Reneé Lucas on Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:00 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."

"The Breen." replied Reneé with a monotonic flatness. She had little experience when it came to the Breen even as a ground force. Most of her combat record in the Dominion War was against Cardassian Infantry Orders and Dominion Regiments. "The only experience I've had against the Breen was during the Second Battle of Chin'toka when they were involved in the Dominion counter attack. When the Allied fleet had to pull out they left a large amount of ground forces on the planets. Even then the Breen only deployed commando-like units to the planet in the hopes of striking our mobile forces to knock us off balance. Still...I'll hope to be of some use. After all I like to think of myself as adaptive. Even if the air and gravity can be turned off with a single lucky shot..."

"It takes a bit more than one lucky shot," Fallon replied with the certainty of someone who'd spent most of their life in space. Is this woman insane? she thought one lucky shot on the ground and you can just be dead not without gravity! At least on a ship you have a layer of shielding and metal to protect you. She leaned back in her chair a little more and sighed. "Well most of the crew won't be here for a while, and as far as I know, none of the senior staff have arrived yet either so feel free to relax until things start picking up and if you ever need to chat my doors always open," She said, wondering if her First Officer knew how to relax.

"I suppose I could take a look at the holodeck." mused the Executive Officer out loud by way of confirmation. "I've always been fond of swimming and rock climbing. Been a long time since I was given a pass to splash my face with a mountain spring in the early mornings. You're welcome to join me captain unless you have duties or more questions for me."
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Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."

"The Breen." replied Reneé with a monotonic flatness. She had little experience when it came to the Breen even as a ground force. Most of her combat record in the Dominion War was against Cardassian Infantry Orders and Dominion Regiments. "The only experience I've had against the Breen was during the Second Battle of Chin'toka when they were involved in the Dominion counter attack. When the Allied fleet had to pull out they left a large amount of ground forces on the planets. Even then the Breen only deployed commando-like units to the planet in the hopes of striking our mobile forces to knock us off balance. Still...I'll hope to be of some use. After all I like to think of myself as adaptive. Even if the air and gravity can be turned off with a single lucky shot..."

"It takes a bit more than one lucky shot," Fallon replied with the certainty of someone who'd spent most of their life in space. Is this woman insane? she thought one lucky shot on the ground and you can just be dead not without gravity! At least on a ship you have a layer of shielding and metal to protect you. She leaned back in her chair a little more and sighed. "Well most of the crew won't be here for a while, and as far as I know, none of the senior staff have arrived yet either so feel free to relax until things start picking up and if you ever need to chat my doors always open," She said, wondering if her First Officer knew how to relax.

"I suppose I could take a look at the holodeck." mused the Executive Officer out loud by way of confirmation. "I've always been fond of swimming and rock climbing. Been a long time since I was given a pass to splash my face with a mountain spring in the early mornings. You're welcome to join me captain unless you have duties or more questions for me."

"Rocks and water aren't really my thing," Fallon confessed, she much more at home within the solid corridors of the ship, not to mention that she didn't even know how to swim. "If you do need me for anything I'll probably be in the lounge or in my quarters when off-duty," She said with a smile. While her XO's tastes were the polar opposite of hers, it was nice to know that the woman did know how to unwind.

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Post by Reneé Lucas on Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:32 pm

USS Indefatigable
Captain's Ready Room
1700 Hours
Day 2


Fallon still wasn't quite used to the fact that the Captain's Ready Room, was now her room. She'd finished unpacking all her little knickknacks and put them up for display, she'd gone over the crew manifest, and now she had no idea what to do. She'd always wondered what the Commanding Officer did when they were alone in the Ready Room. Now she realized they didn't really do anything except for go over reports. Sighing, Fallon, picked up the PADD on her First Officer again. It said that Reneé Lucas was a very capable officer, and had a lot more combat experience than Fallon did. Fallon hadn't had a lot of experience with the Marines of Starfleet. She was pretty sure that they were all crazy though. What kind of sane person spent that much time on the ground with....bugs everywhere? Beyond that though, it didn't really say much about who Lucas was a person.

Regardless she was supposed to be meeting her in the next few minutes. Fallon primped her uniform a little, and checked her hair in the reflective black surface of her desk. She also made sure there wasn't anything stuck to her pointy ears or her hands, or teeth. She didn't want to look like an idiot before meeting the first member of her staff, and the person she'd be relying on to help her from here on out.

Starships were not a new concept to Marine Captain Reneé Lucas who wandered through the halls with a single bag strap across his shoulder. The strap supported a mediocre size luggage bag which contained a small amount of personal clothing items, war loot and other personal effects. As she marched through the corridors it became apparent that her presence was an oddity. Excelsior class ships weren't normally equipped with a marine squad, come to think of it Reneé hadn't spotted a single green shirt out of those she passed. That seemed somewhat disheartening as it meant no marine mess to retreat to. Nope, it was just a bunch of Fleeters doing double-takes of her rank pin and then her shirt as if trying to figure out why they were together.

After a short turbo-lift ride to deck one, Reneé quickly slithered through the bridge as if she was a ghost. Her feet barely touched the floor of her new workspace for fear of it somehow devouring her. The blonde marine chimed the button and awaited a response. Hopefully the captain was here, it would have paid to ask the computer before hand.

"Uh enter," Fallon said, sitting up in her chair a little more. When the door hissed open she got her first look of her First Officer. The marine was taller than Fallon and looked more muscular. Then again, just about everyone was more muscular than Fallon. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

As soon as the door had opened to reveal Reneé's new commanding officer to her, the woman's jaw clenched with tension as if expecting a punch from the far more petite officer. Stepping inside Reneé came to a crisp, military-like salute before coming to straight attention before the desk. Reaching behind her the woman produced a PADD from her bag and double checked it to make sure it was indeed her orders. Offering the PADD, Reneé finally spoke.

"Marine Captain Reneé Lucas reporting for duty li-....captain." she said while correcting herself. To a marine, a lieutenant commander was a lieutenant commander regardless of their job. Ship's captain or not to Reneé you were a Fleet captain when you had four golden circles on your collar. No more, no less. Another one of the niggling details and traditions that her Fleet cousins loved to adhere to. "My orders, ma'am." added Reneé who's accent was obviously lowland Scottish. Even with her soft-spoken words it almost sounded like a growl or snarl when the letter 'r' was brought into play.

"At ease Captain," Fallon said taking the PADD. She set down on top her own and slid them away so there was nothing on the desk. It took her a while to process what Reneé had said, the Scottish Accent wasn't something Fallon had ever really heard. Already she could tell that her first, First Officer, was a rules and regulations kind of person. Fallon wasn't a rules and regulations kind of person. It's not that she was a dare devil or rule-breaker, but sometimes you had to bend some rules to keep the ship operating smoothly and keep the crew happy. Did her XO understand that? Fallon was starting to get the feeling she might not.

"Have a seat Captain, I hope the trip here wasn't too tiring," She said with a smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk.

When Fallon mentioned the words 'at ease' there was a small but sharp crunching sound as Reneé's right boot hit the deck as her feet gently spread themselves apart where she stood. Her hands went from her side to clasp at her lower back. Simply put it was as if she was on some marine parade square all over again and the training had simply kicked in. At the offer of a seat however Reneé simply blinked. Usually handing in orders was a quick and easy process and she wasn't expecting a talk along with it. Nodding she sat down in the chair that was provided for such offers.

"The trip was long but tiring wasn't the word I'd use ma'am. Despite their size runabouts do have some creature comforts." she explained. "I never expected to be deployed to a ship. Excelsior-classes are a bit...old, aren't they?"

Fallon leaned back in her chair, and relaxed. Her XO still seemed stiff as a springboard. She's been hoping that the other woman would relax at some point but that was starting to seem increasingly unlikely. Her Vulcan side told her that this was pointless and illogical, as Lucas was clearly a competent officer. But she still felt that she had an obligation to try to get to know her XO more, just as her previous Commanding Officers had seemed to establish some kind of repertoire with their staff.

"They are, in fact the Indefatigable is somewhere around ninety two years old if I remember right," Fallon agreed. "But she's been completely retrofitted several times, so she's got all the comforts of a modern ship, and everything seems to work just fine. And you say you weren't expecting to being deployed on a starship?"

"I was more concerned about her flying apart from the seams the first warp jump she made." corrected Reneé who seemed to look around the office as if expecting it to do just that. "Classified as a cruiser if I'm not mistaken though her size could indicate something closer to a battleship tonnage. Course it was suppose to replace or at least supplement the... Constitution class? I real a lot when to comes to my sector of deployment."

In fact Reneé couldn't care if it lacked holodecks and replicators. She was a marine, an infantry solider. Reneé was used to slogging it out in the wilds without creature comforts. If the ship could just go forward without breaking down now that would make the marine's day. "No ma'am I uh...didn't expect it. Marines operate differently to Fleet for obvious reasons. Marines deployed on starships usually come from fleet protection regiments, I was infantry, 66th Spaceborne. I suppose I mean 'I didn't expect to be an Executive Officer on a ship' in all honesty."

Fallon felt a little offended on behalf of the Indefatigable. Yeah she was an old ship, but she wasn't rundown or anything.

"Well she's old, but she's still solid," was all Fallon said on that. She had a bit of a bigger issue in that her XO was from infantry. When she'd read the report on Lucas, she hadn't quite realized how much of a difference that was from shipboard duties. She could already tell that, that was going to create some problems.

"Well I'm glad to have someone with your combat record on board when we're going to be headed towards Breen space," She said. "I think you'll find things are a bit more flexible, than what you're used to groundside."

"The Breen." replied Reneé with a monotonic flatness. She had little experience when it came to the Breen even as a ground force. Most of her combat record in the Dominion War was against Cardassian Infantry Orders and Dominion Regiments. "The only experience I've had against the Breen was during the Second Battle of Chin'toka when they were involved in the Dominion counter attack. When the Allied fleet had to pull out they left a large amount of ground forces on the planets. Even then the Breen only deployed commando-like units to the planet in the hopes of striking our mobile forces to knock us off balance. Still...I'll hope to be of some use. After all I like to think of myself as adaptive. Even if the air and gravity can be turned off with a single lucky shot..."

"It takes a bit more than one lucky shot," Fallon replied with the certainty of someone who'd spent most of their life in space. Is this woman insane? she thought one lucky shot on the ground and you can just be dead not without gravity! At least on a ship you have a layer of shielding and metal to protect you. She leaned back in her chair a little more and sighed. "Well most of the crew won't be here for a while, and as far as I know, none of the senior staff have arrived yet either so feel free to relax until things start picking up and if you ever need to chat my doors always open," She said, wondering if her First Officer knew how to relax.

"I suppose I could take a look at the holodeck." mused the Executive Officer out loud by way of confirmation. "I've always been fond of swimming and rock climbing. Been a long time since I was given a pass to splash my face with a mountain spring in the early mornings. You're welcome to join me captain unless you have duties or more questions for me."

"Rocks and water aren't really my thing," Fallon confessed, she much more at home within the solid corridors of the ship, not to mention that she didn't even know how to swim. "If you do need me for anything I'll probably be in the lounge or in my quarters when off-duty," She said with a smile. While her XO's tastes were the polar opposite of hers, it was nice to know that the woman did know how to unwind.

"I see, maybe we'll have to bring your outdoor person out then?" she suggested, taking Fallon's words as a dismissal. Standing up Reneé snapped to a salute, turned on her heel and walked out of her room to deposit her stuff. Maybe she'd check out more details of the ship. Maybe she'd go for that swim after all.

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