-------------------------------1118768310 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable /\Main Engineering/\ Sean stood for a while on the same spot, after the General left. Around him, a feverish activity arouse, as noone wanted to be the scapegoat for his anger, and Sean appreciated that in his own twisted way. 'I'm gonna get them all' was all he could think of for a while, until he finally managed to calm down a bit. With strong paces he entered his office and threw the uniform jacket on the desk. With a cup of coffee from the replicator in one hand, and a PADD in his other, he finally sat down behind his desk and put up his feet. 'One hour of peace and quiet, that's all I'm asking for now' he thought, while taking deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment. The chime to his office rang at that exact moment. "What... now..." he hissed enraged and looked up. In front of his office, a mustard collared officer was waiting. Nick raised his eyebrow as he entered the room, "My name is Lieutenant Commander Nick Quayle, I am returning to the Chimera as Assistant Engineering Officer," he said quickly before Sean had time to respond, "I trust I am not disturbing you," "We'll see that" Sean cut in dryly and took the PADD from Quayles hand. He left the higher ranking officer stand in the room while he skimmed through the transfer orders and his records. "CEO of the Chimera?" he finally spoke up with a frown. "As if I hadn't enough problems" he added in a muttered tone and looked Quayle straight in the eyes. "Ok, here's the deal, Assistant Engineer Quayle." he said finally. "First of all, welcome back to the Chimera. I don't need to point out your duties since you seem to be more then familiar to the ship. I am going to lay down a few rules for you, and I expect them to be followed. If you do, we'll get along just fine, if not, you'll know a side of me that you don't want to know." he stood up and started to pace along the room. "I want to know right away one thing. Is it a problem for you to follow orders from a lower ranking officer?" Nick tipped his head to the side slightly as he observed Sean's pacing, "It will not be a problem," he smiled, "I was a member of the Borg Collective for 3 years following orders is not a probelm, regardless of who they are from." "I certainly hope so" Sean cut in dryly. "Don't expect me to Sir you, but in regards to your rank, I wont ask that from you either. Lt., Chief or Mr. McTaggert will suffice." he stood right in front of Quayle and stared ill humored to the LtCmdr. "I watch over my engineers, I make sure they can do their job, and I expect them to watch out for each other the same way and get their job done. Right, in time, and taking the responsibility of it serious. You will find I can be demanding, but also flexible if everything's fine. If you have any problems, be it with the crew or with the ship, I expect you to touch base with me and work things out. I do not tolerate stupidity and less the all personal issues affecting the performance of the engineering crew. I also do not tolerate my orders not being followed." he paused and watched Quayle closely. "Let me tell you one more thing. I do accept critisism as long as it is constructive, and I like to have opinions and suggestions from this crew. Our main concern is the welfare of the ship and its systems and that's what it's all about in the end." Sean slowly walked back to his desk and took several PADDs in his hand. "Now here's the deal." he continued and handed Quayle the PADDs. "Right now, we are modifying the ships systems to adjust our shields and reflector systems to a new, faulty, experimental technology, meant to shield us against temporal anomalies. Ens. Rodgers is already working along with MCapt. Garsha, head of the Base Engineering Team, to install and reprogramm the systems. I would appreciate you tagging along and help Rodgers keep a good eye on these Base Slackers. Your knowledge on the ships systems will be helpful. Let me tell you though, that I want Rodgers in charge of the teams, at least until I know your capabilities better. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly. But with all due respect, Chief" Nick said "Please do not address me as though I just rolled out of the academy or as if this is a disciplinary meeting. You are right, I do outrank you; however, if I can run a Security Department on Starbase Aurora with only the rank of Ensign, I dont feel that following your orders will be anymore of a challenge and neither will a repair crew from the Starbase." Nick said simply, "Do I make myself clear?" Sean turned slowly and watched Quayle from head to toe. "Mr. Quayle" he said in an icy tone. "I'll let it slide for being the first time. I will explain myself a bit clearer. For the moment, you are a new officer to this ship and to myself. I don't know you and I don't know what you can do. Since I am the Chief Officer of this Department, you will leave it to me to assess if you are or not capable of handling the tasks I give you. Therefore, you will go now and help Rodgers as good as you can, and do it quietly. Should you have any problems with the way I handle things, you can always talk to the General and start looking for a new post. This can be a good place to work or hell, the choice is yours. You can go now." "Oh, and by the way" Sean added before Nick left the room. "Make sure to tell Rodgers and the rest of the team, that we have orders of being =B4nice=B4 to the Base Engineers, since we don't want them whining and shitting their pants while on the ship. Just be professional and get the job done. The sooner we're off the base, the better. Dismissed." Sean watched Quayle leave the Engineering Area. Was the LtCmdr. a message from the General that he was no longer appreciated as Head Engineer? If so, that was a hell of a quick answer to their discussion, and Sean would tell the General to stick the job up where the sun doesn't shine. Sean stopped this line of thinking. The transfer orders where issued weeks before today, so it couldn't be. But what if...? <<had a lot of fun doing this JL. Thanks McT - Nick>> ------------------------------------------------ LtCmdr. Nick Quayle AEO USS-Chimera NPC Lt. Sean McTaggert DCEO USS-Chimera -------------------------------1118768310 Content-Type: text/html; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <HEAD> <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <META content="MSHTML 6.00.2900.2627" name=GENERATOR></HEAD> <BODY id=role_body style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY:= Arial" bottomMargin=7 leftMargin=7 topMargin=7 rightMargin=7><FONT id=rol= e_document face=Arial color=#000000 size=2> <DIV>/\Main Engineering/\<BR><BR>Sean stood for a while on the same spot, af= ter the General left.<BR>Around him, a feverish activity arouse, as noone wanted= to be the<BR>scapegoat for his anger, and Sean appreciated that in his own twisted<BR>way.<BR>'I'm gonna get them all' was all he could think of for a while, until<BR>he finally managed to calm down a bit. With strong paces he entered<BR>his office and threw the uniform jacket on the desk.<BR>With a cu= p of coffee from the replicator in one hand, and a PADD in<BR>his other, he final= ly sat down behind his desk and put up his feet.<BR>'One hour of peace and quie= t, that's all I'm asking for now' he<BR>thought, while taking deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment.<BR>The chime to his office rang at that exact= moment.<BR><BR>"What... now..." he hissed enraged and looked up. In front of= his<BR>office, a mustard collared officer was waiting.<BR><BR>Nick raised hi= s eyebrow as he entered the room, "My name is Lieutenant<BR>Commander Nick Qua= yle, I am returning to the Chimera as Assistant<BR>Engineering Officer," he said quickly before Sean had time to respond,<BR>"I trust I am not disturbing you,"<BR><BR>"We'll see that" Sean cut in dryly and took the PADD from Quayles<BR>hand. He left the higher ranking officer stand in the room while he<BR>skimmed through the transfer orders and his records.<BR>"CEO of the Chimera?" he finally spoke up with a frown. "As if I<BR>hadn't enough proble= ms" he added in a muttered tone and looked Quayle<BR>straight in the eyes.<BR>"O= k, here's the deal, Assistant Engineer Quayle." he said finally.<BR>"First of a= ll, welcome back to the Chimera. I don't need to point out<BR>your duties since= you seem to be more then familiar to the ship. I am<BR>going to lay down a few r= ules for you, and I expect them to be<BR>followed. If you do, we'll get along jus= t fine, if not, you'll know a<BR>side of me that you don't want to know." he s= tood up and started to<BR>pace along the room.<BR>"I want to know right away one thing. Is it a problem for you to<BR>follow orders from a lower ranking officer?"<BR><BR>Nick tipped his head to the side slightly as he observed Sean's<BR>pacing, "It will not be a problem," he smiled, "I was a member of the<BR>Borg Collective for 3 years following orders is not a probelm,<BR>regardless of who they are from."<BR><BR>"I certainly hope so" S= ean cut in dryly. "Don't expect me to Sir you,<BR>but in regards to your rank, I= wont ask that from you either. Lt., Chief<BR>or Mr. McTaggert will suffice."= he stood right in front of Quayle and<BR>stared ill humored to the LtCmdr.<BR>"= I watch over my engineers, I make sure they can do their job, and I<BR>expect= them to watch out for each other the same way and get their job<BR>done. Right, i= n time, and taking the responsibility of it serious. You<BR>will find I can be= demanding, but also flexible if everything's fine.<BR>If you have any proble= ms, be it with the crew or with the ship, I<BR>expect you to touch base with me= and work things out. I do not<BR>tolerate stupidity and less the all personal is= sues affecting the<BR>performance of the engineering crew. I also do not tolerate= my orders<BR>not being followed." he paused and watched Quayle closely.<BR>"Let= me tell you one more thing. I do accept critisism as long as it<BR>is construct= ive, and I like to have opinions and suggestions from this<BR>crew. Our main conc= ern is the welfare of the ship and its systems and<BR>that's what it's all about= in the end."<BR>Sean slowly walked back to his desk and took several PADDs in h= is hand.<BR><BR>"Now here's the deal." he continued and handed Quayle the PADDs.<BR>"Right now, we are modifying the ships systems to adjust our shields<BR>and reflector systems to a new, faulty, experimental technology, meant<BR>to shield us against temporal anomalies. Ens. Rodgers is already<BR>working along with MCapt. Garsha, head of the Base Engineering Team,<BR>to install and reprogramm the systems. I would appreciate you tagging<BR>along and help Rodgers keep a good eye on these Base Slackers. Your<BR>knowledge on the ships systems will be helpful.<BR>Let me tell you though, that I want Rodgers in charge of the teams, at<BR>least until I know= your capabilities better. Do I make myself clear?"<BR><BR>"Perfectly. But wi= th all due respect, Chief" Nick said<BR>"Please do not address me as though I j= ust rolled out of the academy<BR>or as if this is a disciplinary meeting. You ar= e right, I do outrank<BR>you; however, if I can run a Security Department on Starbase Aurora<BR>with only the rank of Ensign, I dont feel that following= your orders<BR>will be anymore of a challenge and neither will a repair crew from= the<BR>Starbase." Nick said simply, "Do I make myself clear?"<BR><BR>Sean tu= rned slowly and watched Quayle from head to toe.<BR>"Mr. Quayle" he said in an ic= y tone. "I'll let it slide for being the<BR>first time.<BR>I will explain myse= lf a bit clearer. For the moment, you are a new<BR>officer to this ship and to myself. I don't know you and I don't know<BR>what you can do. Since I am the= Chief Officer of this Department, you<BR>will leave it to me to assess if yo= u are or not capable of handling<BR>the tasks I give you. Therefore, you will= go now and help Rodgers as<BR>good as you can, and do it quietly. Should you ha= ve any problems with<BR>the way I handle things, you can always talk to the Gen= eral and start<BR>looking for a new post. This can be a good place to work or hel= l, the<BR>choice is yours. You can go now."<BR><BR>"Oh, and by the way" Sean ad= ded before Nick left the room. "Make sure<BR>to tell  Rodgers and the rest= of the team, that we have orders of<BR>being =B4nice=B4 to the Base Engineers,= since we don't want them whining<BR>and shitting their pants while on the ship. Just= be professional and<BR>get the job done. The sooner we're off the base, the better.<BR>Dismissed."<BR><BR>Sean watched Quayle leave the Engineering Area= . Was the LtCmdr. a<BR>message from the General that he was no longer apprecia= ted as Head<BR>Engineer? If so, that was a hell of a quick answer to their<BR>discussion, and Sean would tell the General to stick the job up where<BR>the sun doesn't shine. Sean stopped this line of thinking. The<BR>transfer orders where issued weeks before today, so it couldn't be.<BR>But what if...? <DIV>  <DIV><<had a lot of fun doing this JL. Thanks McT - Nick>><BR>------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>LtCm= dr. Nick Quayle<BR>AEO<BR>USS-Chimera<BR><BR>NPC Lt. Sean McTaggert<BR>DCEO<BR>USS-Chimera</FONT></BODY> -------------------------------1118768310--