Re: Day 03 [1230 hrs.] A Routine Inspection
Reply #8 –
[ LCdr Leon "Striker" Marquez | Pilot Briefing Room | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @JosiahDorn
Antisocial, refusal to cooperate, and disregard for authority. Perhaps this old man deserved his calling in life. Not someone Leon would've tolerated on any posting, much less anything past crewman rank, but this was Ives' boat and circumstances were what they were. "No offense, but this this will be noted.", Leon gave Covington his space, before returning to the nearest turbolift to make a quick stop at the zoology lab. No one got left behind, bipedal or otherwise. Petty vulgar speech was beneath his brand of patience, for now.
On his combadge Marquez summoned Klex. "Klex here." The Denobulan warhead specialist and former Infantryman affectionately nicknamed 'the constable' for his decades-long profession. He was at the Second Vector's torpedo bay, overseeing the security of the warhead that was nearly used in a recent attempted mutiny, when he received a ping from his former XO and longtime associate.
"I'm assigning you to Vector 02. Tarsi's set up shop on V-3. I want you to give the Theurgy's personnel aboard a wide berth and conduct in a responsible manner I have come to expect of you." Leon stated, checking his old wrist-chrono, an older-model chrome-plated model, having other places to be to know what to expect of the craft, and more likely to be satisfied in the old man's recommendation to meet the SCO. Perhaps a mutual background in piloting would prove more mutually reassuring.
"Culture clash, Striker?" the Denobulan asked, as if knowing what to expect. "Chief-Tac isn't Exec, as you know."
"Just a knuckle-dragger with a superiority complex-- age-entitlement, no offense to you. Just don't meddle in his affairs, Constable. Still, don't let any warheads fall into unauthorized hands; 'fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, you shoulda covered all bases', remember that addage of yours? Torps are your task when you're on V-2." Leon tasked from the turbolift. Without Sharky, whom he was on his way to secure, he stepped warily around each corner to get to his location. He wasn't about to be taken down by any mutineer on any avenue, not if his last action was to be stonewalled by, well, it was best not to register emotionally. "Scrutiny... just don't blink." Marquez kept his directives within the protocols in his field.
"I know the type. Understood." Klex concluded the transmission, before taking an inventory of the fighter compliment and their arsenals to later send up the chain of command for the hourly reports. Through Thea, the ex-Constable was able to take a calculated note of the starfighter compliment, roster and patrol patterns as a precaution, knowing Leon Marquez was usually one to have all bases covered on the eve of a potential battle.
FIN-ready.