|Summary:||McKenzie and Salin exchange information.|
|Related Logs:||Lunge and Reposte|
Commanding Officers Quarters (#1555RXF) Genesis - Deck 11
153 ACH 24438 Souls
The CO's quarters are rather expansive. A large desk, small seating area, head and sleeping quarters are kept neat and tidy.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-
Contents: Wireless 1300
Exits: O Corridor
With mid-afternoon having arrived only a short time again, the ship is a hustle and bustle of activity. Throughout, people are walking and running about, tending to their daily duties without so much as a single care. For a change, Salin is not one of those individuals. In fact, he's seen fit to remain within the confines of his quarters, though he is seated at his desk, pouring over some of the paperwork that grows there.
The day can bring any number of odd things washing to your door, and today is no exception. Your aide puts a call through to you, "Commander? There is a Captain McKenzie here to see you, sir. XO of the Hera."
As the wireless rings, Salin's looking to it with a slight look of disdain. Finally, the device is lifted to his ear and he's listening for a moment before giving a quick nod of his head, apparently to himself, before speaking. "Very well. Please, send her down to my quarters."
The aide acknowledges with a crisp, "Very good, Commander." The wireless is replaced and it is not long before a soft 'tap' on your hatch heralds someone's entry. As you are waiting on her, McKenzie does not bother with waiting for you to call and let her in /again/. The hatch slides open to reveal a woman wearing a smartly ironed uniform and flame-red hair carefully tamed into a bun. Stepping inside, she comes to attention and salutes, "Commander, sir. Captain McKanzie, sir. XO and weapons officer'f th' Hera."
Once it's clear that the Aide will direct you to his cabin, Salin returns to his work until such time as the rap at his door is heard. Eyes lift and as you begin to enter, he's settling his pen atop his desk and leaning back. The salute is answered with a slight nod of his head, "I'm aware of who you are, Captain." One hand lifts, motioning towards the one of the chairs in front of the desk, "What can I do for you?"
McKenzie blinks once and a blush touches her cheeks, "Aye, sir." Her hand lowers slowly as she moves to the indicated chair. Her movements are graceful, with a slight pulse to them that hints at an inner melody or rhythm guiding them. The woman might make a good dancer, one day. Curling downward, she sits on the barest edge, folding her hands into her lap, "This shouldn't take too long, sir. I jus' need th' names'f your CAG an' Deck Chief, please." Slowly, the blush deepens to crimson as it occurs to her that she probably should have asked your aide. But, she is here now, so she will bluster through.
Watching as you make your way over and lower down into that chair, Salin's brow lifts ever so slightly as the question is posed. There's a slight chuckle as his head bobs, once. "The CAG is Major Bayless. The LSO, who happens to manage the deck, is Captain Maerker." A pause and the brow lowers before he leans forward slightly in his chair, "Is there an issue with either that I should be aware of, Captain?"
McKenzie pulls a PDA from her pocket, flips it on and makes a quick note, "Thanks, sir." Looking up as you speak, she shakes her head, "Nah, they're good; far's I know." The PDA is slipped back into her pocket and she almost moves to rise, "Uh. But… I'm goin' t' ask 'em t' investigate a possible frat infraction, sir. Thing is… I ain't got more'n a feelin' t' go on. So, I don't wanna make't official yet. I mean… Y'know. Somethin' like that could hurt someone's career. Y'know?"
And, up goes that brow of Salin's again as he gives another quick nod of his head, "Frat? Serious business, that is." Settling back in his chair, he ponders that for a moment before giving a slight nod of his head, "Leave it to the discretion of the CAG and LSO. They can look into it, and if things come to light, I'm sure that they will handle it."
McKenzie nods, "Aye, sir. S'why I ain't goin' t' do nothin' official. Ain't got th' proof an' if I'm jumpin' at ghosts an' shit, I don't wanna hurt no one. See?" Then, she half smiles and rises, "Sorry, sir. Pro'lly shoulda talked t' your aide. But…" Her expression turns thoughtful, "I kinda wanted t' see whatcha look like." Her lips twitch slightly, the smile gentle, "Sir." With that, she lifts another salute, clearly ready to head out again.
There's a twitch of a smile and Salin gives another nod of his head, "Good thinking, Captain. Let the CAG and LSO know your concerns and see what they have to say on the matter." Then, a hand lifts and he's waving it ever so slightly, "Don't worry about it, Captain. My door is always open, for preciously this reason." The comment about what he looks like, while noted, isn't responded to. "If there's nothing else, you're free to leave."
The salute is lowered and the woman executes one of those military turns that so annoy the uninitiated. Unfortunately, that aims her shin at the chair next to the one she was in. Rather than smack it, she turns into a spin that is entirely Flamenco and not at all military. Thus avoiding the chair with grace and far too much panasche, she walks the rest of the way across your office to your door. Looking back, she pauses, "She really loves you. Pepper, I mean." Her other message delivered, the almost-brave Captain slips out the hatch and flees before she gets into trouble for sticking her big nose where it does not belong. Do not meddle in the affairs (pun intended) of Commanders for you are crunchy and taste good with ketsup.