A Whole New Ship

Posted on Wed Mar 20th, 2019 @ 12:50pm by Lieutenant Commander Shaille Levine & Lieutenant JG Eric Rensgaald

The two gold-uniformed blonde men wandered down the main hallway, the smaller one, leading the pair, looking hesitant as he scanned the labels on the doors, obviously looking for a particular one. A guttural question from the far larger man behind him, meant for his ears alone caused him to shake his head, but he continued on. It took him a few minutes before he finally found the door he was looking for and he glanced behind him at his companion, "Hí þat ir, þau skulu munu inn hí."

"Yur." His companion agreed, then stepped in front of the smaller man and triggered the door, preceding him through the door into the main Security office. A couple glances around and he stepped to the side, a quick finger gesture to the smaller man signalling him it was all right to enter, "Allr brýnn."

The smaller blonde walked in, head held high, then looked around himself, seeing the brief attention of a couple officers that were there, then spotted someone else, holding a brief hand to his companion to signal him to remain where he was and approached Shaille, still somewhat hesitant, but well, she seemed to have the highest rank of the present officers, "Pardon me, can you point out to me who the Chief of Security is?" His voice was accented in a Slavic manner.

Shaille had been in the middle of speaking to one of the security officers and was really in no mood to be interrupted, but still she took a deep breath before cautioning the Ensign that she would deal with him in a moment and turned her attention to the new comer.

"That would be me. Lieutenant Shaille Levine, Chief of Security. Can I help with something?" she asked.

The newcomer gave a sharp and precise bow, "I am Lieutenant, Junior Grade, Eric Rensgaald, and I am reporting for duty." He glanced around, "I am sorry, this is my first starship assignment."

"Okay, Lieutenant Rensgaald, my office is just over there," she said quietly, "If you would be so kind as to wait for me in there, help yourself to the replicator, I'll only be a few minutes."

Without waiting for him to walk away, she rounded back to the Ensign, her voice deadly cold as she resumed her 'conversation' with him.

Eric stood there for maybe half a second, not used to being put off by well... Anyone. After that hesitation, he gave another perfunctory bow and began his way over to where the Lieutenant had gestured to, but the big one reached it before he did and Eric rolled his eyes. Bjorn was just doing his job, but it was over the top. Another quick check of the inside of the office and Eric whispered to the bigger blonde, "Wait út hí, yfir þar ." He entered the office as the larger man walked over to the patch of wall indicated in the main security area, and Eric just slowly wandered the inside of the office as he waited.

Finished with the Ensign, Shaille sighed and turned on her heel, making her way toward the security office. Once she walked in, her first stop was at the replicator to order a very large coffee, picking up the oversized mug and inhaling the scent with a sigh of relief before walking to her seat and sinking down, setting the mug on her desk. She looked up, for the first time really noticing the other new comer to Security. "And he is?" she asked quietly.

"Bjorn, he's my bodyguard." Eric sighed deeply, having taken a position of relaxation, hands clasped behind his back in front of her desk after she'd entered, "I keep trying to find a way to get him away from me, but my father insisted. He even arranged for Bjorn to be trained at the Academy with me, though he's only a Petty Officer Third Class instead of a true officer. At least he's letting me in here on my own rather than watching you for signs of wanting me dead."

Shaille's eyes narrowed slightly, rather affronted by what could be considered a thinly veiled insult. "Then let me make it easy," she said quietly, standing up and walking toward the door.

"You!" she said, pointing directly at Bjorn. "This area is for authorized personnel only. You have exactly five seconds to get out before I put you on your ass and have you locked in the brig. Do we understand each other?" she stated firmly, raising one eyebrow slightly as she waited for a response.

The big blonde slowly raised an eyebrow of his own, then looked over at Eric before addressing her in a deep voice, "Diplomatic Immunity." He said simply, "And I am authorized, ma'am. His Lordship's command and your Admiralty's approval." He shrugged at her.

Shaille looked at him for a moment, her expression devoid of any emotion. Finally after a minute or two had passed she returned silently to her desk, sinking down into her seat and pulling up her console.

She keyed a few commands into her keypad, picking up her mug and taking another sip before sighing contentedly and hitting one last keystroke.

Cradling the mug in her hands, Shaille watched as Bjorn or what ever his name was, was transported directly to the brig. "Now, when we've finished our conversation and I know YOU aren't an issue, I'll let your friend back out to play," she said quietly. "I take security on this ship VERY seriously and I don't play games," she cautioned softly.

Eric's face went white, not because of what had happened, but because he knew that Bjorn would be outright livid and he'd have to step in to somehow prevent him from 'overreacting', which was one of the reasons his father had picked the young man, in case 'overreacting' was called for. "He wasn't playing a game... He was actually telling the truth, about my father and Starfleet Command. I hope your transporter took away his phaser? I wouldn't be surprised if he'd use it to attempt to get back to me, at least to get out of wherever you sent him?"

"His weapon has been disabled and he has been confined to our brig until I decide to release him," Shaille said calmly. "I will be perfectly blunt, Lieutenant, I don't care who you are. I don't care who your father is. If you're coming onto this ship, into my department, you will pull your weight and do what you're told. If your 'friend' is to be assigned to this department he will do the same. I don't have the time or the patience to pander to someone who wants to stand around and quote diplomatic immunity and be a pain in my ass. Now, if you would like to report in, I am happy to deal with that and slot you into the roster. God knows, we could use the help around here. But I will make this very clear, I don't care who you are, who your father is or what Starfleet Command thinks of you. On this ship you'll do what you're told when you're told and you will participate like everyone else. Got it?"

She bit off any further response, suddenly aware that she was likely being harsher on him than was unduly necessary, but still. At least as far as security went, this was her ship and she was deeply affronted at the allegation that any harm may come to anyone on her ship at any time.

Relief crossed the face of the new officer. Finally, someone who wasn't going to treat him with kid gloves like many of the instructors at the Academy did once they knew who he was, which meant at some point... "I understand and I have no problems with that." Something was miss-, "Ma'am." He added, remembering, "I can't speak for Bjorn, he's taken a holy oath to protect me and we take that very seriously on Renetia, to the point of he would willingly die to fulfill it. As long as I can assure him he's able to be with me on anything potentially dangerous, I am certain he will be an asset to your section."

“Well, I guess that’s something that I can determine for myself after I deal with you,” Shaille said quietly. “ I will be perfectly honest, security on this ship is not a walk in the park, in fact, far the opposite. The last thing I need is a spoiled namby pamby golden boy getting under my feet and putting this crew at risk, so as long as you are on this crew, in my department, I will expect exactly the same from you as I do from everyone else, even if it means putting aside your own life for the sake of everyone else’s. If you can’t do that, say so now. The door is there and I will happily sign your transfer orders, and you can take your little friend with you. If you want to stay and be an active part of this crew, no matter what, then I welcome you aboard. The choice is yours.”

"I have two brothers and three sisters who can take the throne just as easily if I do not return." Eric gave a wry smile, "Iona would be better for it than myself anyways, but you have my oath that I'm willing to work as hard as anyone else aboard. I'm most definitely not a 'spoiled namby pamby golden boy', ma'am. There have always been expectations for me that I dare not live up to."

"Well, now it's time to start," Shaille replied, leaning back in her seat, cradling the mug of coffee between her hands. "Your arrival is actually spectacularly timed," she said with a smile that could best be described delightfully evil. "While the crew is on shore leave we're implementing some new training regimes in Security, and we will actually be working quite closely with the marine teams we have on board. I'll take you down to the Marines tomorrow and introduce you to those you'll be working with . I would suggest between now and then a good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast, you're going to need your strength."

"Marines?" Eric's mind went back to that month and a half ago, some green-uniformed personnel that Bjorn had done some working out with but had been remarkably unimpressed. Of course, the big man had been one of his father's personal guards when he'd been chosen for this particular assignment, "I don't think that will be a problem. And Bjorn? Should he still come with me for that, or did you have an assignment specifically for him?"

"I'll deal with him shortly but I'm sure I can find something to do to keep him out of your hair," Shaille said with a genuine smile that suppressed a small laugh.

"Once I can convince him that my life isn't in imminent danger on board ship, he'll relax a lot more. Just... If I go on any away missions, include him whenever possible, ma'am? At least to begin with?" Eric grimaced at the request, "I really just don't want to have him be too much of a pain in the ass, for Thor's sake..."

"I'll see," she said quietly. "But I'm not making any promises. I'll see how he behaves when I bring him back, which will be in about five minutes. I suggest that you go out and introduce yourself to Corinne, that would be Ensign Wisemann. She'll help you find your footing and if you need anything she's a great place to start, and my door is always open as well." Shaille paused and smiled, holding her hand across the desk. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant."

Eric reached out and took the hand, giving a fractional bow over the firm grip he gave her, green eyes flashing brightly, "It's a pleasure, Lieutenant, ma'am." And he was surprised that it really was. Someone who didn't care that he was the heir to a kingdom, truly a novelty.

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Lieutenant Shaille Levine
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Wellington

Lieutenant JG Eric Rensgaald
Security Officer
USS Wellington