Off the Gangway and onto the Starbase

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 5:10pm by Master Sergeant Atlee Micklin
Edited on on Mon Jun 27th, 2016 @ 1:27am

837 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 91 - Bremer vs Bremer
Location: Access Way
Timeline: MD2, 600 hrs

*Joseph stepped through the airlock doors and into the access way of the Starbase 400. Both of the two 6' long Starfleet issued luggage containers he held in his left hand.

Mick was just done going over with his team a drill to retake the docks, should they ever fall into the wrong hands. His team did well, so he sent them back to Marine Country to clean up, and go home. He did a visual scan of the area before he took off when one of the Fleeters off loading from the nearby gangway lugging a couple of large containers. This normally would not get his attention, except this Fleeter was wearing the rank of a senior NCO, despite his youth. Since he had a little time on his hands, "You need help a hand CPO?"

*Chief White looks over his should away from the display map to see who called for him. He takes his glance first at the soldier who he is surprised to find is slightly larger than he is. Being genetically modified when in the collective, he rarely comes across a humanoid that his mass and build isn't overbearing towards. But the old dog in front of him has a few pounds and an inch or on on him. Were it not for his implants, in a fight it would be a straight up skill for skill contest as both are pretty much equals in physical stature. He glances at the rank but is unable to place the face as he has not had a chance to get familiar with the crew members yet. At the same time he is speaking with someone who works for a living a joke among every enlisted man and woman who is not a commissioned officer. He turns and steps towards him*

"Chief Petty Officer White and I'm looking for the XO's Office. Master Sergeant ... ?"

*He pauses hoping the MS will fill in the blank while offering him his right hand to shake*

Mick shook hands with the new arrival, "Atlee Micklin. You can call me Mick. "

"Pleasure to meet you Mick. First name is Joseph and I'm fine with being referred to by that as well. Care to point the new guy in the direction of the XO's office? It was requested I see her as soon as I arrive."

Mick slung his Phaser Assault Rifle so it sat behind his back, and grabbed one of Joseph's containers. "I'll take you to Ops on Level 1. Her office is up there." Mick then led him to a turbolift. "Not too many CPO's on the base, so I take it your the new top dog for the Fleeters."

*Joseph chuckled*

"Good guess. I have been assigned to this post as Command Master Chief."

Mick chuckled as well, "God help you."

*Joseph follows Mick's lead towards the turbolift*

"What can you tell me about the goings on about the station currently? How does the Commissioned crew and the Enlisted like yourself get along?"

They entered the turbolift, and Mick set it to Level 1. "Well, half the high end brass is off post. They took a platoon of line Marines with them, so it looks like a party. For everyone still here, business as usual. The Officers and NCOs among you Fleeters get along well, and work together well. Same for the Marines here, though things are a little more strict in my department."

"I know a thing or two about having a strict regiment Mick. I'm sure once I get in the swing of things we'll be meeting regularly so I will get a chance to see how your men conduct their duties under your command. Do you like Scotch or Whiskey Mick?"

Mick smiled, "All of the above, when the wife lets me." He laughed. "As for my men, I personally am in charge of a MARSOC Team. My immediate boss who is in charge of our MARSOC Group was a Gunnery Sergeant until they inflicted Warrant Officer rank on him. Staff Warrant Officer Aquila. But he is still one of the guys at heart. He is on post somewhere."

*Joseph smiles*

"My family is half Scottish and half Irish and both sides still make the real stuff. I was stationed at Starfleet HQ for the past two years so both my grandparents each sent me with a couple bottles of their side of the family brew. Once I get situated you'll have to stop by to try some. Its real though, I don't drink Synthahol. So just warning you."

"I will take it under advisement," Mick said.

*As the turbolift starts to slow Joseph takes his other bag back from the marine*

"This my stop, I'm sure I will be able to find her office from here. It was nice meeting you Mick and thank you for your assistance."

*He offers his hand once more*

"Likewise", Mick shook Joseph's hand. Once the CPO exited the turbolift, the door closed, and Mick took it back to his level.

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