USS VINDEX - NCC-2474-A
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The Start of a Boiling Relationship

Posted on Fri Aug 11th, 2017 @ 10:32pm by Lieutenant Kazyah Linn & Lieutenant Mark Whistler

Mission: S2E1 - Secrets
Location: Security Chief's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 101; 1023 hours

Kazyah Linn flipped the PADD over in his hand as he walked along the corridor. He had heard there was a new Chief of Security aboard, the perfect victim for what he needed.

He rounded a corner and found the door he was looking for. Without announcing himself, or even waiting for an invitation to enter, he walked through the doors.

"I need this request filled immediately," he said to the man who was sitting behind the desk. He tossed the PADD onto the desk and folded his arms.

"Do it yourself." Mark replied, looking at the man and not the PADD. "You walk into my office, without asking for entry, and demand shit? I thought Starfleet was meant to be civilized. Now get out." He replied.

A smile spread over Kaz's face, "I'll happily get what I need myself." He picked up the PADD, "Thank you for the permission. I'll notate it in my log," he said and turned to leave.

Mark didn't even look up from his computer. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out." Mark commented dryly.

*TWENTY MINUTES LATER*

Finishing up one of his reports, Mark growled when he got an alert. "Anderson to Whistler. Sir, we have a problem. Lieutenant Linn is here, taking explosives, saying he has permission." Came the report.

"Have an armed detail meet me there." Whistler replied. Grabbing his Kulaks, he slid them into his belt and ran to the armory, where he saw the man holding several explosive devices. Without hesitation, Mark approached him, and punched him in the face, sending him to the ground, dropping the explosives. "Put this one in the brig." Mark ordered. He then saw the face. "So, not only are you rude as hell, you decide to come and take my departments weapons? I don't know how your last Security Chief did things, but here, no one takes anything without my approval." Mark said, as several armed guards arrived.

Kaz rubbed his jaw as he glared up at the man, "So let me get this straight, you think it's appropriate to strike a fellow officer without so much as a greeting? Not even going to ask what's going on?" Kaz stood, brushing off the two security guards who were trying to detain him. "I have your permission, jackass. You gave it to me less than half an hour ago."

"You walked into my office and demanded a requisition get filled. I told you to fill it yourself and to get out. That didn't amount to you coming into my armory and taking whatever the hell you wanted." Mark said. "Especially since I don't know you, your department or if you're even an officer."

"That's not my problem. You should have read the requisition before you told me to take care of it myself." Kaz smiled at the man, "In fact, I think I even said something about me taking what I needed. And you didn't blink an eye."

"Let me guess: You're a spook. Twist words, not caring and just doing whatever the hell you want?" Mark asked. "Let me make this clear: Your 'request' such as it was won't be filled, nor will it be filled. You want weapons? Speak to Intel, see if they can ship a courier to you. You want my weapons? You ring the chime, you wait to be admitted and then you ask, and hope I'm in a good mood." Mark said.

Kaz chuckled, "It's funny that you think I need your permission for these," he said, motioning towards the few explosive units that littered the ground. "I am a representative of Starfleet Intelligence, but I'm also Mission Advisor. So that means, if I need something for our mission, I get it. And I don't have to tell you why I need it. I did you a courtesy by trying to ask."

"Funny thing: no one told me. You want something for a mission, you make an official request, and ask nicely. If not, then ask Starfleet Intel. I'm sure they can ship you something." Mark said. He looked at the officers. "If this man enters the armory without myself present, lock him up. Have all explosives under lock and guard. If he doesn't leave in the next twenty seconds, empty handed, put him in the brig. He resists, shoot him." Mark said.

He walked over and looked at the man. "I don't give a damn how you used to run this ship. Now, this is my department. You don't like it, take it up with the Captain. You want a pissing match, I promise you I don't back down."

Kaz lifted the PADD and shoved it into the man's shoulder, pushing him away from him. "I made an official request, you jackass. It's not my fault you're too stupid to read it. Did you even learn how to read on whatever backwater planet you're from?"

"Actually, I was too busy killing people to read." Mark replied, turning his back on the man. "I also want armed guards here at all times. If I don't authorise them, then no one comes here." Mark ordered.

He then turned back to Kaz. "I'm guessing they didn't teach manners on whatever backwater planet you're from?" He asked.

"LIsten here you mentally deficient pile of meat," Kaz said, lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear. "I'm going to leave. No sense in starting a pissing content in front of your staff. But you're going to take this fucking request, and you're going to read it, like a good boy, and you're going to see that it has an emergency priority and a classification level higher than you can count. And you're going to realize that I'm higher on the chain than you and you're going to fulfill this request."

Kaz smiled sweetly as he slid the PADD into the man's hand. "But I'll do you another favor. I'll let you save face. One of my staff will be down in...say...3 hours, to retrieve the items I need."

"Alright," Kaz said, his voice returning to normal volume so everyone could hear. "You win. I will return to my office and file an official report." He turned back to Mark and gave him a wink. "Wouldn't want to get myself thrown in the brig now, would I?" With the theatrics, Kaz headed for the door.

Mark watched the man leave, and then threw the PADD to the floor. "Asshole." Mark said. "Wilkins...make sure the items are ready when that pissant sends someone down, but only release them on my say so." He ordered. He turned and left the armory, heading for his office.

 

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