Duty Station"
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Crew of the D-Kuul, various ranks, [NPC]
Stardate: 58205.10 1030
Sam nodded. She quickly bend and touched her boot, her trusted fractile edge knife was still in place. With a last glance she left the barracks.
The surroundings of the ship were dark, smelly and could do with a good cleanup. It was indeed obvious that Klingons did not care for hygiene but then again you did get used to it in the long run.
Sam quickly made her way to deck 2, section 4. As she arrived she heard loud voices coming from an office. Apparently one of the security officers had made a mistake and was now being punished for it.
Sam put on her most neutral face and entered the office. There a klingon warrior, one of the biggest she had ever seen was indeed biting someones head off. Although he was big, she was not easily impressed by him.
Krek bluntly evaluated in unimposing humanoid female standing before him wearing maquis uniform. Even though he knew, he asked, "And who... are...You?" "Lt Sam Carter, reporting for duty Sir," she firmly said. Suddenly a thought ran true her mind, he reminded her about a drill Sargent back in the academy.
Krek's jaw thrust forward as he regarded her for a moment. "This must be some mistake" he said slapping his hand down on the desk. "I thought 'Sam' was a named given to males of your species."
Sam began to respond but before she could, Krek's hand came down again, "Do not speak." His glance darted back to the other klingon still standing at attention.
Krek stood up and walked toward the other klingon, in a loud and gruff voice he spoke in klingon tongue not expecting Sam to understand, "Your punishment will be severe Larch I will deal with you later." he yelled. "But for now I am demoting you below this terran female." Larch's face froze in a look of disbelief and humiliation. He dared not speak against his judgment. "Dismissed!" barked Krek.
Larch turned toward the door, he snarled at Carter as he walked by her.
Krek returned to his desk and sat down. "Please, have a seat, Sam Carter." he gestured toward the chair. His head nodded back as he explained: "That was a matter of discipline," he said pausing dramatically. "I do not tolerate the slightest insubordination...Do I make myself clear Sam Carter?"
"Perfectly," Sam bitched back
"Good... If my orders are not carried out to the letter there will be grethor to pay. I will treat you no differently."
"I don't expect you to, Sir." Sam responded. Looking Krek straight in the eyes.
"We are transporting 14 prisoners to Rura Penthe as well. You are assigned to the brig as watch commander. Report to your duty station now."
"Aye Sir," Sam responded. She got up and walked towards the door.
Krek smiled. He for one enjoyed stirring the pot, and this certainly was going to.
The brig was only 1 section down, and Sam had no hard time finding it. Loud noises came from it. As she entered she noticed some guards playing some sort of a Klingon game.
"Is this how you guard your prisoners," Sam barked at the 2.
One of the two stood up."who are you?"
"I'm your new watch commander, and if you disagree go see Krek. Now get your asses of those chair and check the security protocols.
"Watch commander? What happened to Larch?"
"He got demoted, now move it!!.
The two grumbled, one put the klingon dice into his vest pocket. They begrudgingly returned to their duties.
Sam let out a small sigh. Establishing rank was a tough job.