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SD241810.07 || Joint Duty Log || "The Right Foot"

Posted on Mon Oct 8th, 2018 @ 5:16pm by Sergeant Desiree Morgan & Corporal Thomas Zang

Mission: All out there...
Location: USS Timmis

Thomas walked down the corridor towards Sergeant Morgan's office. He stopped outside the door , tapping the chime. He shifted his pack a bit so it sets on his back a little more evenly dispersed while he waited.

"According to these reports, there's already been some rioting and looting in the city spaces," Desiree said thoughtfully to the corporal acting as her sounding board for the moment. The pair of them were reviewing information about Ya'dalla and prepping for their possible orders, should the orders come. "Since security has mostly been tasked with helping the search-and-rescue, my guess is we'll be sent to the city."

Before the corporal could reply, the office door chimed. Desiree lifted her dark eyes, glaring at the door almost like an enemy...which was how she kind of looked at everyone. "Enter," she called, face returning to neutral and voice flat.

Thomas entered as the doors opened, snapping a salute. "Corporal Thomas '10K' Zang reporting for orders Sergeant." He stated as he dropped his salute and went into attention. He nodded to the other Corporal in the room. "Corporal." He said in way of acknowledging him.

Desiree watched the man walk in and do the usual Marine Routine. One dark brow rose slightly, wondering what the "10K" was all about, but she had no intention of asking. She glanced at the corporal who'd been in the room first and nodded at the door. "Dismissed," she said simply, before looking at the new one as she leaned back in her seat. "At ease, Corporal. Welcome aboard the Timmis."

10K relaxed his stance as he took his first real good look at the Sarge. She was part Romulan by first glance but he could see that there was human blood there as well. He looked her over, taking in her tan skin, black hair and dark eyes. His eyes fall lastly on her pointed ears. 'If it wasn't for the Romulan blood, she would be rather gorgeous.' Thomas thought to himself. "Thank you Sergeant, it's a pleasure to serve with you on this fine vessel."

Her acknowledgement of his words were a faint grunt. "Indeed. I'm sure you'll settle in quick enough. You made it to corporal, so this isn't your first postings. While we're still on board and not called planet-side, why don't you tell me a little about your service history?"

"Well, I attended the marine academy in the fall of 2409 and graduated in the summer of 2410. I was then stationed on sb99 with Security where I was promoted to PFC in 2411 and then to Lance Corporal in 2414. In 2415 I was transferred to DS9 and was assigned to the anti-terrorism investigations team where I was then promoted to Corporal about 3 months before transferring here." Thomas said, his eyes never leaving her eyes.

'Maintain eye contact and keep your bearing, boy. Show them that your confident and they will trust you more.' Thomas heard in his father's voice as he straightened his back more ridged but his knees slightly flexed so as to not fall out.

A walking resume, Desiree thought dryly. She knew others might offer him a seat, but that wasn't really her style. He wouldn't be staying that long. Especially with how much he was holding her gaze. She understood it, had seen it from a million others by now, but it was still obnoxious. "So, this is your first ship-board posting?"

"Yes Sergeant, this is my first ship posting but I vow to be the best I can be and to make this posting the best." Thomas said, taking a quick assessment of the office. "Is there anything else you want to know about me?" He asked.

"No, I know enough for now," she said simply, one dark brow lifting slightly. "You can get your bunk assignment from the logistics officer and get settled in. Be ready to move at any moment. We're orbiting a planet suffer mass casualties from seismic activity and could be called to aid at any time. Do you have any questions?"

"Negative Sergeant, I have no questions at this time." Thomas replied as he comes to attention. "Respectfully request permission to be dismissed Sergeant."

"Then you are dismissed, Corporal," Desiree said flatly. Her brow remained lifted as she watched him depart, the door shutting behind him...

=/\= End Log =/\=

Sergeant Desiree Morgan apb Bella & Corporal Thomas Zang

 

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