<slight backlog!> == /\ ODA Offices /\ ===== Jack was out in the main complex of the ODA, there wasn't a lot going on at the moment because most of the guys were off preparing for training exercises, and he'd give Cortez the rest of the day off for sorting him out with the contraband that they had taken from his quarters. He rifled through the box and found the bottle of romulan ale that they had found in the desk in his quarters. He had to hand it to Cortez for finding it, he also had to hand it to him for having the balls to have a couple of glasses out of it. He thought about pulling Cortez up on it but he guessed it was the least that he could do. That didn't mean for one moment that he 'owed' Cortez anything, or that he'd go easier on him in future. Everyone was the same under him, everyone took the same amount of shit. Leaning back he popped the lid and poured himself a bit into his cup and then slipped it into the draw. Grabbing a PADD that Williams had given him on the training his thoughts shifted to Williams' smooth transition back to third in command of the unit with the Arrival of Second Lieutenant Scott to the group. He still didn't know much about the man, he'd read his file sure, and a few flags had been raised when he read the mans physical profile, but the guy could see him clear enough when he reported in for duty, and he figured he'd see how handy the guy was with a rifle during the training. Ironically at the same time as him thinking about his new Assistant Commander, Scott had the same idea and rang the chime to Jack's office. Letting it wait for a moment he downed the cup of Romulan ale and then called out for him to come in. Standing too close to the door, Jason took a slight step back as it parted and focused on the man opposite. "Major." He spoke, stepping over the threshold. Not needing to glance around the office as he'd seen it previously, Jason approached the desk and stood firmly, placing his hands behind his back. "Lieutenant" Jack wiped his mouth off and stood. "At ease." he extended his hand to meet the guys. "Its a good thing you came by actually, I was just thinking that we should meet properly, especially if were going to be running the rabble out there" he tilted his head to gesture towards the main offices and then sat down, motioning for the man to do the same. Listening to the man, Jason shook his hand firmly and sat behind the open end of the desk. Adjusting the dimly tinted glasses across his nose, he crossed his arms and leant back. "Don't know what you wanted Major. I just came by 'cause i thought i'd get to know more about you than your name." "Didn't want anything except to size you up, Lieutenant. Everyone under me is another layer between me getting shot and achieving whatever mission objectives are set, I just want to get the level of you, I'll save the candle lit dinner for another time and cut to the main question on my mind." he paced the office slowly, settling at the window with his back to Scott. "I've read your file, yada, yada, you've been deemed physically fit for duty, but frankly...your eyes trouble me, I want to know if you can hack it in this group?" Shock, Jason didn't see 'that one' coming. Everyone he'd come across since the accident had asked him about his eyes. If it wasn't "What's up with your eyes?" it was something more radiculous such as, "Cool eyes." Or something equally mindless and stupid. At least this time - Scott considered - the man had a real reason for asking him about the disability; although Jason didn't consider it a disability himself. "Put it this way Major," Jason began in his naturally nonchalent, almost 'bored with the same topic' tone, "you can ask for me to be reassigned, or you can see if i get you shot on the mission..." With that, he lifted the glasses from his nose and watched the back of Walsh through ivory white pupils. "It's up to you, Major." He concluded, standing from the chair and crossing his arms; not in a show of strength or defiance, but in a way that pointed out the reality of the situation. Jason was definately a 'that's how it is' man. "Ok Lieutenant, I'll give you a shot. I'll make myself clear though, because I do it for everyone the first time, and I don't expect any more 'trouble' later on. First of all this is my house. My rules, my game, My word is final. I don't care if you've heard that a thousand times before, if you think I'm a prick, even if you think you're better than me. You're a marine, and that's a good drawing background so I don't expect we'll have any trouble there." Jack turned noticing that the man was still standing with his arms crossed. Moving back over to his desk he sat down and put his feet up. "Questions? I'll try to consider them..." Not able to see the look on the Major's face, Jason re-settled the glasses upon the bridge of his nose and watched over his profile with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing yet." He finally quipped, before turning to leave the office. Walsh had stated his position, and done the usual 'Ma crib' speach, and so the meeting was over in Jason's 'altered' eyes. "I assume i'm dismissed?" He queried however, just to be sure. Jack smriked, the man was cheeky, he'd give him that. "For now" Jack shot the man a toothy grin and mocked him a salute."Oh and Lieutenant, can you check up on Private Ra'nar, hes been involved in some interesting activities as of recent. === Major Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera, SSF & 2Lt Jason Scott Ast ODA Cmdr USS Chimera, SSF