Albinos are not Vampires

Posted on 16 Oct 2016 @ 11:37pm by Lieutenant Chet McChet & Lieutenant Claire Annette

Mission: Prelude; Breakfast at Curmudgeon's
Location: Security Office
Timeline: MD -2: 1530 hours

Claire was familiarizing herself with the security offices and making notes on her PaDD. She'd already had the official tour and introduced herself, but now was the true test - seeing how much she remembered and seeing which positions were most defensible from a Borg incursion. Interestingly enough, there was actually plenty of room to use a claymore in a few parts of the office, but she doubted the three bat'leths and the dozen katanas would still be of much use.

Anyway, that's when she ran into an interesting conundrum. There was a Lieutenant sitting at a desk filing security reports and she had no idea who he was. "Pardon me, but I've forgotten your name," she said as she placed one hand on his shoulder.

The dark haired man glanced up at the woman with a none to impressed look on his face. He had served with the Arizona since her maiden voyage and had taken it as a matter of personal pride to know each and every man and woman than walked the corridors at least by face. The face he was glancing up at was whiter than a sheet and the red eyes didn't help the contrast one bit.

"Just Chet," the man said in introduction, "Just Chet C. McChet. Served aboard this fine ship since the day the first one left port. You must be Lieutenant Annette. I didn't know we were recruiting vampires into Starfleet. If Colonel DeVries were here, she'd have a field day asking you all sorts of questions."

Claire chuckled softly at the vampire remark. "Though I do cosplay as a vampire princess now and then and I do need blood transfusions on occasion, I assure you, I'm not really a vampire; just an albino. It's a pleasure meeting you Chet. I assume you know the ship and crew quite well. Mind being my go-to guy for information?"

Chet was markedly impressed with her less than uptight answer. His first meeting with their ship's Captain had been markedly less friendly. The Security Officer leaned back and gave Claire a smile.

"I'm happy to be of service to you, Ms. Annette. One team, one fight," the man replied to her question with signature enthusiasm.

"Exactly my thoughts as well. I'll be scheduling some training exercises with what are considered archaic weaponry and I'll need the safest place to do so as well as hearing protection and force field emitters that can handle a seventeen millimeter slug of lead and explosives fired into it." Claire was also impressed with his attitude and really hoped Chet could come up with a solution with ease.

"Hell, just use the holodeck. The Old Man uses it for his 'war reenactments' all the time. He's had everything from small arms to rocket launchers... like no shit actual explosive ones... in the holodecks on the old Arizona. I seriously doubt this ship would have under-powered holodecks if Captain Cowbell is running the show. Oh... but don't tell him I called him that. Last time he caught me saying it I had to clean my quarters out after he decided to get even..." Chet grimaced, "Hell of a Captain, but man does he take things seriously..."

"Yeah, he seems to be a rather interesting person..." Claire mumbled as she glanced down at her PaDD. He'd definitely given her something to think about. "That'll make things easier anyway - we can train on holographic versions before anyone gets to handle a live firearm. Good idea Chetty. Can I count on you to schedule everyone in security for familiarization training with the new range of weapons? Most of them are older pistols like the CZ-75B, Glock, and 1911 so they're all relatively similar. I think the Desert Eagles and slug casters might be the only ones that are unusual. The AK-47 rifles are simple enough as well. Bottom line is, everyone needs to know how to at least operate them and familiarize the rest of the crew with their operation."

"Please, Just Chet," the man said before smirking, "Sounds like the Old Man didn't like what happened the last time we met up with the Borg. I can have a schedule worked up in a couple hours, but just fair warning... Not everyone from our department has arrived. There's going to be a few gaps in training rotations to cover the minimum manning requirements we have being docked here."

"Perfectly fine. Be sure the security augmentees make it into the training as well but leave options for times for them to avoid schedule conflicts. Once we get all of our people trained, I'd like to get everyone aboard trained, but I'll work with the other department heads about that." Claire tapped her PaDD a few times, going over the list of firearms they would soon have in their arsenal. "And set aside the few slug casters. I've used them before and they're especially dangerous and can be tricky to use. I'd rather only our best be authorized to use them. Not every day you get to fire miniature rockets."

"I can think of a few ways that can be fun," Chet chuckled, "I'll make sure to make it all work smoothly. Hopefully we won't get thrown to the wolves too fast. Our fearless leader is rather spontaneous when it comes to deadlines."

"And the ones I've seen so far aren't set in duracrete. At least we have travel time," Claire chuckled softly. Now she just had to find a source of ammunition for these weapons.

"I think you'll find, Ms. Annette, that nothing on the Arizona is set in duracrete... except that sitting in the Captain's Chair is the fast track to a brig visit. Only seen one person get away with it... and she's no longer with us," Chet's face contorted for a moment in sorrow before he shook it off, "But even with travel time, we can only do so much."

"I probably shouldn't ask about that," Claire muttered before sighing heavily and leaning on a nearby wall. "I was hoping to have a little cosplay time, but there's way to much work to do."

Chet raised an eyebrow, "You've mentioned that before. What is that, exactly? Some kind of hobby?"

"Yeah, you dress up in costume as a character from a story or something and act as that character. It's a bit like holodeck novels, but more immersive and often times you have a bunch of photographers taking pictures of you. I'm part of a network where I send out my pictures to others, too." Claire clarified.

The man rubbed his chin for a moment, "To each their own, I suppose. I'd caution you not to let the Old Man see you though. One of two things is going to happen. He'll either yell at you... or give you a nickname that you'll never get rid of. Our Lord Curmudgeon is very good about making them stick..."

Claire groaned slightly. "Yeah he's already given me a nickname... Sunshine my ass..." she grumbled before recomposing herself. "Anyway, the armory should be done replicating the requested weapons but we can't make the ammo so I'll be in engineering negotiating that if anyone needs me."

"Sunshine?" Chet couldn't help but smirk, "You must have made a really good first impression if he gave you a nickname already. I'd be jealous if I hadn't gotten mine elsewhere long before coming aboard. I'll call you if I need you... Sunshine."

Claire just grumbled something about sunshine and waved her hand at Chet as she headed out of the office.