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CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:52 am

SD 11402.20

The Night Before...

"Hey Henry, you got a minute?" Benson had poked his head inside Henry's office. Henry had been going over tomorrow's duty shifts, particularly the Captain's designs for Ensign D'Mera. Diagnostics generally weren't all that exciting, but it was a decent starting point, and it would tell him how willing she was to do the tedious bits. A lot of people would go into Tactical expecting it to be exciting. They weren't all prepared for the reality.

"Sure," Henry said, setting down his PADD. Benson waved for him to follow, which Henry did after a moment of confusion. Knowing Benson, this was either going to be funny or painful. It was never something in-between.

"Where we going?" Henry asked, catching up with a few long strides.

"Armory," Benson said. "I, uh... did something," he continued, flashing a brief sheepish grin before turning stone-faced once more. That failed to clarify the situation. They finished the short trip to the Armory. The door was locked, as was custom for Gamma shift. Benson entered his authorization code, and the door slid open.

The Armory was divided into two sections: a main staging area, relatively spacious compared to other ships, and the actual gear storage, which was located behind another secured door. Several lockers lined the walls for the dedicated security personnel. Or at least, they were supposed to. The bank of lockers opposite the door had been removed, and a hastily-hung white cloth covered the entire wall. Henry stood in the doorway, frozen for a moment. He was nervous, now, as he looked to Benson, slowly stepping towards the cloth.

"What's this?" he asked. On some level, he had a suspicion, and it only served to make her more nervous. Benson didn't answer, instead moving to the cloth, and quietly taking it down.

A stylized version of the USS Kraken's patch met their gaze, as did a series of pictures of deceased crewmen from the tactical department, many of them involved in the New Juarez incident. Henry felt his heart drop at the sight; he hadn't seen it in nearly a year, and he'd assumed it had been destroyed with the ship.

"I managed to get it out of salvage," Benson said, finally. Henry approached it silently, looking at all the names he knew would be there; he'd memorized them, and their service records, and their faces, and even some of their families' faces. They were all there, in the center of the wall:

CH'THAR, JEREMIAH, WARRANT OFFICER 1ST CLASS (DECEASED):
Showed outstanding bravery and valor in the face of overwhelming odds. KIA while defending Site A during evacuation of wounded.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

GILLIBRAND, TRESS, CREWMAN 2ND CLASS (DECEASED):
Showed unwavering commitment to crew, and outstanding valor in the face of impossible odds. KIA after returning to Site A following evacuation of wounded in order to help injured crewmen.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

IRZOD, KERRAN, CREWMAN 3RD CLASS (DECEASED):
Displayed exemplary valor and selflessness in the face of overwhelming odds. KIA while attempting to rescue injured crewmen from a shuttle crash near Site A.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

ITIK, TAL, PETTY OFFICER 1ST CLASS (DECEASED):
Showed outstanding bravery and composure in the face of overwhelming odds. KIA while defending Site A during evacuation of wounded.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

Q'MPOK, CHIEF PETTY OFFICER (DECEASED):
Displayed outstanding bravery and commitment to duty in the face of overwhelming odds. KIA while laying on an explosive to protect colonial militia.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

VALIA, NOLA, ENSIGN (DECEASED):
Showed outstanding dedication to duty and crew in the face of overwhelming odds. KIA while defending Site A during evacuation of wounded.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

VAN DER MEER, ELIZABETH, CREWMAN 1ST CLASS (DECEASED):
Displayed extraordinary courage and valor. KIA while defending wounded crewmates during Jem'Hadar ambush.
STAR CROSS WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

KRULL, N'JAH, LIEUTENANT: Lieutenant Krull displayed consistent bravery, excellence, and dedication to the defense of New Juarez. In addition to carrying out special scouting operations, Lieutenant Krull operated as a spotter, sniper, and counter sniper, as well as a heavy weapons specialist. He was involved in all major encounters with the Jem'Hadar, and was KIA while defending Site D from a surprise assault. Without Lieutenant Krull's outstanding service, the successful defense of New Juarez would not have been achieved.
UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS MEDAL OF HONOR WITH COMBAT CLUSTER

More had been added, lives from the department that had been lost when the ship went down. Henry hadn't been there for those. It was one of his main regrets.

At the bottom was a variation of the Kraken's motto: "In Roaring Did They Rise."

Tears streamed Henry's face as he reached out and touched Valia's picture. Her face had been a regular presence in his dreams, but seeing her when he was awake was almost too much. She had been a vibrant young woman, eager and energetic. She'd professed a desire to Captain her own ship, and Henry'd had no doubt she'd do it. That all came to an end on an isolated colony at the edge of Federation space.

A slight clinking brought Henry from his reverie. Benson was holding a bottle of bourbon, and a pair of glasses. Neither of them got much sleep that night.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby James Greenman » Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:17 pm

::pours out a forty for their homies::

Nice log, CJ.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:38 am

Henry had been crouched and staring at the same Horta for several minutes. His mind buzzed not with thought, but with exhaustion. He'd gotten far too little sleep the night before, and was still feeling the effects of a minor hangover. It wasn't conducive to a productive away team assignment, and on some level, he was aware of that; he wasn't providing the best example to Ensign D'Mera, like Kesh had wanted, but, he reasoned, it was at least an honest one. He blinked heavily, finally looking down at the tricorder readings.

His conclusions were largely similar to Doctor Kymar's. The Horta had unknowingly been helping to eliminate their food supply, and, unfortunately, it was irreplaceable. They couldn't replicate it, and they certainly couldn't grow it. Henry frowned and stood slowly, his vision sweeping over the starving Horta as he thought about the logical next steps.

Starfleet would have to cease mining operations on Janus VI. Some amount of pergium would have to be brought in to relieve the suffering life forms. Federation exports of pergium would diminish, requiring that they either find new sources, or assist other civilizations in utilizing different power sources. But that didn't solve the problem.

Stopping the mining and providing a modest supply of pergium would only delay matters. The fact was the Horta were sustaining themselves on a limited, non-renewable resource. It was only a matter of time, though admittedly a long period of time, before the Horta consumed all the pergium on Janus VI. What would Starfleet do then? Relocate the entire species? Send regular shipments from elsewhere? The bottom line here was that the Horta's consumption of pergium was unsustainable.

They would have to find something else to eat, and there was no reason the crew of the Hooke shouldn't be the one's to find it.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Mon Mar 10, 2014 1:54 am

SD 11403.06: With TAC Ensign D'Mera

Henry sat in his office, desperate for sleep. The shift had just ended, and somewhere, his bed called to him, promising many things; some of them pleasant, some of them dark, but all of them comfortably familiar. He could go, though. Not quite yet. There was still one matter to attend to. So, he waited for Ensign D'Mera, and tried to get himself to focus on the task at hand.

D'Mera was smiling, devilishly. She had just completed another shift, and despite the long day, she was feeling confident. She'd had enough time to complete her diagnostics of the ship's weapons systems, as well as refurbish two phasers that had failed their cycling tests.

She rounded the corner outside the Chief Tactical Officer's Office and stood at the door. She heard the chime, and a greeting from inside. She walked through and stood before the Lieutenant at attention. Henry frowned non-seriously and waved off her formal stance.

"Sit, Ensign," he offered, motioning to the chair on the other side of his desk. "You've had your first away mission. Questions? Comments? Complaints?" She shuffled to the chair and sat, fidgeting once she found her seat. She flipped her hair back and thought for a moment.

"Nothing in particular, Sir. I felt a little out of the loop when we beamed down, but I probably should've been monitoring the Tactical channel," she said. Henry shook his head lightly.

"Sometimes things just happen, and we have to do what we can to catch up. You did well today. It wasn't the most taxing away mission, but it ended up being an important one." He straightened himself up a bit, blinking a few times to maintain his focus. She nodded. It was an important mission.

"I was proud to have been a part of it, Sir. Saving all those rock-things seems like kind of thing that makes our mission important." Despite referring to the Horta as simply rocks, her voice was sincere.

"What do you think of the Hooke so far?" Henry asked.

"The Hooke has been kind to me so far." She eyed her inhibitor for a split second. "I've been working on a schedule to upgrade all of the phasers and phase rifles in the armory, as well as a rotation policy for equipment in the transporter room armory closets. I'll have the report to you tomorrow." She smiled, pleased with herself for the seemingly extra effort. Henry gave an amused smile of his own, liking D'Mera's youthful enthusiasm. It wasn't something he'd had when he was her age, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

"I look forward to it," he said. "We try to keep things relaxed around here. It's been my experience that the tighter units tend to be the ones who are comfortable with each other more than the ones with the shinier boots, so to speak. Over the next week or so, I'm going to rotate you through the departments; get to know the department heads, chat up your peers. Get acquainted with the people you're going to be serving with. Make friends," he added with a smile.

"If you have any questions or concerns, you can contact Lieutenant Benson or myself. Understood?"

"Absolutely, Sir." She was still being very formal. She wasn't exactly brimming with excitement at the prospect of meeting even more new people, but it was part of the job. She had plenty of bosses, and she liked all of them, so far. D'Mera stood, she nearly stepped to attention but thought again about what Sumner had said about relaxing. She suddenly realized she was just standing there, awkwardly casual, staring at the wall behind him.

Henry watched D'Mera for a moment. He found the Ensign charming in her desire to impress; he recalled from her file that she'd tried numerous times to get into the Academy-sanctioned clique known as Red Squad. She wanted to be considered amongst the best. He figured her the type to go the extra mile whenever the opportunity arose. That was a good way to burn yourself out.

"Tell me what's on your mind, D'Mera," he said, finally breaking the awkward silence. She glanced sideways.

"Nothing, sir." Another pause. She seemed antsy to leave. She was eager to please her commanding officer, but was also a bit intimidated by him. To be honest, she didn't know much about him at all, aside from the fact that he had a sister in Starfleet, and that he was from the West Coast of North America, like her. She glanced at her feet, awkwardly waiting to be dismissed.

"I'm off duty in a few, I was hoping to hit the armory one more time for a quick inventory before I hit the bunk." She smiled at him, bored. Henry took a moment longer, still with a bemused smile on his face, sizing up the young Ensign. It wasn't easy to relax, especially after four years of strict tactical training at the Academy. He assumed, anyway; he'd never experienced it himself.

"Dismissed," he said finally, watching her go.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Mon Mar 10, 2014 8:39 pm

SD 11403.06: With CEO Lt. Commander Adalberto

"Adalberto to Sumner" he said as he leaned over his desk, studying alpha-shift's report. He had come down here to catch up on paperwork after a busy day on the Bridge, Sciencing. Henry's eyes opened laboriously. He'd just laid down, after his meeting with D'Mera, and had been blissfully waiting for sleep to take him. It seems fate had other plans. Henry hated fate. He tapped his combadge, staying silent for a moment before answering.

"What do you need, Tony?" he asked.

"What I need, is to know why your new tactical officer was taking over valuable space in Main Engineering all day."

Henry sighed audibly, enough to ensure it carried over the comm. He was too tired to put up with any of Tony's shit. He'd been to Main Engineering; there was no way one small Orion girl was getting in his way. This was territorial.

"Her job, mostly," he said. "She was running a diagnostic on the primary and secondary tactical systems, as per the Captain's orders." Henry grunted as he pushed himself out of bed, lumbering towards the doors.

"After we ended and fixed an environmental crisis, she returned to monitor the tactical systems. How was your day, Tony?" He continued out of his quarters, and towards the nearest turbolift.

"Well just... inform Engineering next time your goons will be down here all day, okay?" he said as he walked from console to console, reviewing status reports and repair schedules, then he stopped and pondered the question. "It is long." Henry smirked as he entered the turbolift.

"Goons," he echoed. "I don't understand what your deal is, Tony. Look; shift's over, come meet me in the lounge so we can talk about this bug that's made a home inside your ass."

"Lounge," he added, speaking to the turbolift. Tony made a face and mimicked his words.

"Fine, see you in ten"

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Minutes later Tony stepped into the lounge, suddenly realizing he hadn't visited before.

"Small."

Henry sat at a nearby table, slowly turning a glass of whiskey, staring at it vacantly.

"I think it's cozy," he said, motioning for the seat across from him. He leaned back and sighed as Tony sat, sizing him up a bit. "So what's this really about, Adalberto?"

"It's about boundaries."

"Bullshit" Henry said, taking a sip of his drink. "If her being there was really such a problem, you would have ordered her out. She's a tactical officer, she has every right to run diagnostics and monitor systems relevant to her department." He set the glass down, and pointed at Tony, wiggling his finger a bit. He was too tired for pretense.

"No, you... you have a problem with me, specifically, and instead of confronting me about it like a man, you want to raise a fuss over a newbie learning the ropes." He leaned forward, staring Tony in the eye.

"So, let's hear it."

"It's about boundaries. Next time, you tell me before sending someone down to Main engineering to run diagnostics, I don't care if you think it's normal, my people may have contradicting orders, or power needs to be shunted. It's about protocol."

Tony accepted the drink from the cute waitress with a smile, then took a sip of the whiskey. "Good choice."

Henry watched Tony for a moment, still idly turning his glass.

"Fine. It's about boundaries. You can take it up with Kesh; as I said, those were her orders. Mindless busywork isn't how I like to break in my new officers, anyway." He took another sip, not taking his eyes off tony.

"How long are you going to keep this up, hm? Throwing these little passive-aggressive tantrums, instead of addressing the real issues; is this just going to be standard procedure for you, now? How long until you pull another stunt on the bridge in the middle of a crisis because you're too chickenshit to work out your problems with people?"

Tony chuckled.

"Priceless, coming from you... what, are you now the very model of a very modern Starfleet officer?" Henry smiled in response.

"Hardly," he said, his expression softening somewhat. "I am a model of someone who is tired of beating around the bush. I am someone who has seen how easy it is for things to fall apart when you keep everything buried." He turned his glass a little more fervently now, his gaze drifting downward towards the table.

"People get hurt when we don't talk, Tony," he said. "We neglect our duty, or we have a lapse in judgment, and people suffer."

It was easy, in his tired state, to drift into memory, to recall the faces of those he'd gotten killed on New Juarez, and the anger and hurt he'd seen in Alena.

"Whatever I did to piss you off, I want us to settle it. Now, before it pops up in the middle of something big."

"I doubt it. I don't like you," Tony said matter-of-factly and took another sip of the whiskey. "Honestly, great pick". He cleared his throat.

"The Captain barely speaks to me now, and you two are all best-buds from what I hear.....I miss the old days, less complicated." Henry's smile returned. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

"What is it you don't like about me, Tony?" he asked.

"Your superiority complex mostly" he said smiling and emptied the glass, then waves the waitress over "I think you should just bring us the bottle."

"But that's not important. You've changed since last time; less arrogant, that's a start." Henry accepted the criticism. Tony wasn't wrong.

"Superiority complexes don't last long in the face of utter failure," he said. He smiled at the waitress while taking the bottle of Irish whiskey. He refilled Tony's glass, then topped off his own.

"I was an ass. For a long time," he finished.

"Yes you were," Tony said as he watched Henry fill his glass. "I heard you visited Taemin." Henry nodded, taking a moment to decide that he shouldn't be surprised that she'd told Adalberto about it.

"I did. To apologize for stuff, see how she was doing. Got an interesting haircut."

"Yeah. Good to tell her from the Captain, to be honest." He smirked at that comment and took a sip of the whiskey. "So you two buddies now; you've gone around apologizing to all the people you beat up?"

"To start," Henry replied. He watched Tony for a few moments, not sure what to say about it. His friendship with Kesh wasn't really any of Tony's business, but his asking about it was telling.

"Good," Tony said as he reached for the bottle and poured them a sizable amount. Henry glanced to his glass for a moment, and briefly wondered if this had become some kind of covert drinking contest. He knew she should cut himself off, but found himself taking another sip anyway. He stayed quiet for a time. He doubted Adalberto was genuinely interested in how Henry had spent his leave. He'd gathered that Tony and Kesh had their share of things to iron out, and he reminded himself that it wasn't his job to iron it out for them.

"Look, Tony," he started, before downing the last of his drink, wincing his way slightly through the burn. "I know this isn't something that's going to be solved over a bottle of Irish, but we need to be a better crew on the Hooke than we were on the Kraken. We need to learn to trust each other." He gave Tony a significant look before standing up, the whiskey having taken the last of his reserves; he needed sleep, and soon.

"I'm going to start by trusting you to do your job when shit hits the fan. And, for what it's worth, I'll ask before I send someone down to monitor the MSD again." Henry paused for a moment, then made slowly for the exit.

"You really have changed, haven't you?" called Tony.

"I should send out a memo," Henry replied as he stepped out of the lounge, making his way back to his quarters for much needed sleep.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Aoibhe Ni » Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:42 pm

That was... Excellent! So brilliant guys. :D
Loved the character interaction, the conflict, the country the whiskey came from, the end was wonderful.

Nice writing!

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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby James Greenman » Tue Mar 11, 2014 2:26 am

That was just fantastics, guys. Truly! Henry and Tony should get together more often.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Jack Lucas » Tue Mar 11, 2014 3:51 am

Guess D'Mera will steer clear of Engineering!
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Tue Mar 11, 2014 4:45 am

We'll have a weekly turf war scheduled for 17:00 hours each Thursday. Good luck finding any guns, suckers!
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Sophie Wakeling » Tue Mar 11, 2014 2:40 pm

Now I want to bring Torel back, just to see how Sumner will react to that! :D

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