[USS Charon, Deck 10, Marine Barracks]
Brent was in the NCO's office piecing back together his kinetic rifle. He told his men to clean them every few days and set the example himself by cleaning his own every single day. It was later on in the evening and the remains of what probably was a French dip sandwich and a few chips were on a shelf nearby. The room smelled of oils and cleaners.
Brent loved the smell; it took him back to his youth and cleaning of his father's old slug thrower. Different cleaners but still it was the same feeling deep down. He inspected the magnetic coil for a few moments before nodding in approval and beginning to clean the exterior of the primary housing. At least he'd be off duty soon and he could get in some sack time.
Shiarrael entered the barracks tailed by her yeoman who was vigorously typing on a PADD as she dictated notes to him. Several of the Marines stopped what they were doing and looked up at her "where is Corporal Brent Warren?" She asked. One the Marine tossed a finger towards a side room. Shiarrael casually walked up to the door and slapped it with the back of her hand "Corporal Warren?"
Brent hadn't heard that voice before. He could however tell that it had a Romulan accent to it and it was female. That meant that there was around two maybe there people on the ship who were coming to see him. One was the Chief of Communications, but there was really no reason for her to come visit him. The other was the Captain... Given Brent's luck he figured it was the Captain.
Brent hadn't heard that voice before. He could however tell that it had a Romulan accent to it and it was female. That meant that there was around two maybe there people on the ship who were coming to see him. One was the Chief of Communications, but there was really no reason for her to come visit him. The other was the Captain... Given Brent's luck he figured it was the Captain.
Brent stood up to attention, and hit the buzzer on his desk. "Yes ma`am," he replied to the Captain as she came into view as the doors opened. "What can I do for you ma`am," he asked in a clean voice.
As soon as Shiarrael entered the room the first thing that happened was her nose twitched. The smell was unique, neither fragrant nor offensive, it had more of a chemical odor to it. She allowed herself another cautious sniff of the air before turning to her yeoman "wait outside" the man seemed about to protest but appeared to think better of it and leave the room. Looking at Warren she studied the man. She didn't know much about the Marines that had arrived on the Quantum Fury save for Tatlok- 'oh poor Tatlock' Shiarrael thought rather nonplus "Corporal there is dilemma." Shiarrael said making herself comfortable in one of the chairs across from Warren's desk, it certainly wasn't equivalent to the ones in her own office, but it had a nostalgic essence that reminded her of the utilitarian life aboard Romulan vessels.
"Captain Tatlok has apparently had a mental breakdown. The counseling department has ordered him confined to his quarters which currently leaves the Charon with a vacancy." She leaned forward "and while I have no care for cannon fodder I cannot ignore the leadership vacuum that now exists within the Marine squadrons aboard this vessel. Last time, well, let's forget about the last incident- at least it is best I do." Her eyes narrowed and she slid back "I have reviewed the career records of all the Marines aboard. Most are young- probably foolish. You are the most experienced and highest decorated. Therefore I am appointing you to head the Squadron- there is a young Marine Lieutenant aboard but I would be a fool to appoint a child to lead this group. With this change you are now promoted to sergeant but I am giving you an acting commission to First Lieutenant for the time being."
Brent blinked for a few moments at all that the Captain had said. "I don't quite know what to say ma'am. Thank you for the confidence, I won't let you down," Brent shook his head slightly to free the cobwebs that were threatening to overtake him. "I'll get to work right away with the duty rosters and making sure everyone is in top shape."
"Good." Shiarrael stood up satisfied with how easy things went "if you need anything contact Commander Falcon, she can aid you with any issue you have." She gave Warren a simple nod and headed towards the door.
[End]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
&
Act. 1st Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS Charon
