Re: Day 02 [1200 hrs.] New Department Head Speeches
Reply #4 –
[ Lt. Commander Leon "Striker" Marquez | Bridge | USS Theurgy ]
Neat. Clear. Concise. Above all, straightforward. Fifty Push-ups and abdominals, then twenty minutes on an assembled exercise bicycle that Striker Marquez had downloaded from a datarod were followed up by a quick aqua shower before the Chief tactical officer sported a fresh Lieutenant Commander's uniform before attending to his station on the bridge. Lieutenant Jg Arisaka was there.
"Commander." Arisaka greeted Marquez, who returned the friendly handshake with a professional half-smile. Despite the initial formalities, Striker Marquez was foremost to establish that he was a no-nonsense individual with a diligence-first mentality.
"Lieutenant." Marquez had read about his second-in-command earlier in the day after the department chair meeting, but Striker preferred to discover the vessel at a later date, relying at the moment on updates from his console at the birdge. "Can you prepare a private channel for the tactical officers?"
"Only tactical, sir?"
"Even walls have ears. I want them to be ours, and not theirs." Marquez settled in and faced his console a few heartbeats later. Arisaka prepared the channel and nodded.
"Marquez to all Tactical hands: It's time for a pep talk. Feel free to listen, to carry on, or preferably both: this won't take long, and I need you where you are." Marquez established his patented bluntness with a neutral, if slightly loud voice, like a coach rallying his team before the big game.
"Each and every life matters to me on this ship, whether on Ives' crew or those rescued from other casualties of the war, The powers that be will sort out our fates in the end, but right now: tactical department is *the* power that sorts both military threats, both internal and extrnal." Striker made contact with those around him on the bridge who overheard him and his gravelly accent then continued.
"If you know your local medical officer, they are to be given particular priority in the event of any trouble-- designate escape pods for them if you have to to preserve their lives. Don't forget: we have an outbreak. Some of you may be aware of crewmates, or yourselves, who've become infected. I repeat: protect your local medical and science officer at all costs, but remember: *every* life matters, just remember that germs don't care about mutinies or cults. That's tactical's job. That said, I'll be accepting volunteers trained in advanced hand to hand combat to protect quarantined or safe zones." Marquez knew better than to extend what resources he had with the hand he'd been dealt; even if Klex the Denobulan and Tarsi the Andorian former Chief of the Boat were top-notch managers in their capacities. Neither of these two had spent more than two full days on this ship yet, at the beck and call of those around them, like Marquez with Arisaka, but this wasn't the first biohazard Striker had overseen.
"That being said, I'd like to have quarantine equipment ready to be issued at a moment's notice at every security checkpoint. Coordinate with Security and other departments. Be ready to take over the role of your colleagues, should any casualties come our way, whether by disease or a mutineer. Just remember one thing: If they stab you in the back, you shoot them-- right in the face. That's an order: if they send one of you to the hospital--or the morgue, bring them with you, either way, you will set the example for the Tactical department: Never give up. Never surrender." Marquez stressed the word 'never' with an almost personally-emphatic tone. Striker paused, taking an audible deep breath through his nose, sighing deeply.
"As for the the opposing force, let's get one thing even more crystal-clear than a Gallamite's skull: Should we run into Starfleet forces, I urge you to consider: they're following compromised officers and bad orders. Their lives matter. Disable and disarm. It's not just good will to do so, the survivors will report that we spared them, or at least gave them a chance. More than these forsaken parasites can do, given their hatred of humanoid life. We must be the better men and women."
Marquez paused three heartbeat before patiently concluding, "That is all. Forth and ever onward."
Arisaka approached, but Striker held up a hand, and added. "If anyone on this channel has a dual alleigiance, then please listen up: Whatever you're planning... ...don't. Please, for your own sakes, and those of the people of this quadrant, and their families, ...don't. Don't execute your plan. Murder is not something you want to live down, no matter the end cost. As a human being, I have to tell you now, tell your people one thing and one thing only. My people will be performing to the best of our ability with more righteous indignation in our hearts and spirits than your combined devotion to Lieutenant JG Morali... We'll be watching." Marquez thought of adding more humility to his hamhanded attempt at diplomacy without loosening his grip on Theodore Roosevelt's proverbial big stick. The chief tactical officer had spoken softly enough without overplaying the determined conviction that were subtly infused with every word he'd made in his speech.
Striker sat upright and closed the channel, informing Arisaka, "Lieutenant, I want you and Thea to give me quarter-hourly updates on all threats, biological and otherwise to this station. At least one Quarantined zone per vector, the sooner and more secure, the better. Also, as soon as we get any leads on identified Devoted perpetrators, I want to talk to one. Contact Ensign Mariner in Security the moment we have a lead. We're going to have to sic the Shark on them during a good-cop bad cop routine."
"Aye sir." Arisaka acknowledged. "Chiefs Tarsi and Klex, standby for further orders." The Deputy chief tactical officer had read up on his department chair that morning too, and learned early on that the Mexican was as expeditious as he was fearless, and intended to work best when familiar mechanics were already in motion, careful not to tamper with the natural flow of things whilst ensuring optimum efficiency. There was no denying his record as a risk taker obsessed with the survival of his crew, even as his superiors pursued mission objectives. The Lieutenant Commander was already going through the datafiles on Sarresh Morali, the Theurgy's combat suites and the recent casualty list, whilst keeping his back safely away from the turbolift door. Arisaka noticed the CTO's edginess, the man was cautious, he could appreciate that.