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Counting Intelligence

Posted on 09 Apr 2019 @ 1:57pm by Ensign Steven Bernard, Ph.D. & Lieutenant Junior Grade Jinn Tevran
Edited on on 09 Apr 2019 @ 2:06pm

Mission: Ka Hakaka Maikaʻi - The Good Fight
Location: CIO's Office
Timeline: Right before Bright Ideas

ON:

[CIO's Office]

Bernard tried to shake the anxiety out of his hands. He took some deep breaths and cracked his neck. The black and white man only expected hostility from the Intelligence office seeing as he was so new and odd, but he shrugged. Oh well. He turned the corner and let the door open.

"Good morning," he offered his hand, "Are you Lt. Tevran?"

Jinn had been going through a few reports before his next appointment, which would signal the end of his shift. The party was later and he still had to get back to his quarters to change out of his uniform.

When the chime to his office went off, he stood and allowed the visitor to enter. He had read this newest crew member's file, and it had intrigued him. Someone with Ensign Bernard's background would be a unique being. He, however, was not prepared for the wave of hesitation that preceded the Ensign's entrance. He couldn't decide whether to be amused or worried.

"I am, indeed," Jinn replied, shaking the man's hand. "Please, have a seat, Ensign Bernard."

Jinn sat behind his desk and waved to the chairs positioned in front. He leaned back in his chair.

"Since you requested this meeting, I'll let you start."

No. Bernard did not want to start. But he had to, Tevran was senior. He expected this, sort of.

"Yes. Sir, I came by because I thought it would be good manners to say hello as I am directly in charge of arming the crew in a tactical situation and you are in charge of making sure the crew is safe from other personnel. I have never worked directly with Intel and I was sure you would have several questions for me because of my file..." Let it hang. He felt it disrespectful to ask someone whose job was to read and write files if he had read his file directly.

"Well, that's actually more of a Security officer's job," Jinn replied. "My department tends to be more about mission-specific intelligence or covert operations. Sometimes that can intersect with Security if the people being investigated are crew members. So for the most part general interpersonal safety wouldn't fall under me."

He smiled. "As for your file, yes I did read it. It's absolutely fascinating, to be frank. I thought the Cheronians wiped themselves out. And here you are, representing a possibility of a new start for your race."

Bernard shrugged. "They did. But Starfleet found some of their DNA and filled in what was missing with human bits. They found that Cheronians and Humans are very close genetically and so, they tried to bring them back. I'm the surviving Cheronian experiment. I think of myself as human though. I was raised by humans. What do you think about the crew?"

Jinn shrugged. "Since none of us have actually interacted with a Cheronian before, I doubt there will be any preconceived prejudices. In a galaxy as diverse as we find ourselves, you're certainly not the strangest-looking being they'll have encountered."

He leaned forward in his chair. "I've only been onboard a short while, myself, so I'm by no means an expert on this crew. And while your background is rather unique, I think you'll be fine. Obviously not everyone will have access to all of the details of your personnel file, so truthfully it's up to you on how you wish to be received."

He laughed at that, shaking his head. "And now I'm starting to sound like a counselor."

Bernard was confused, but pleased at Lt. Tevran's amiability. He let himself sit down opposite the man. He was also surprised but glad Tevran had answered his real question instead of the one he had asked. He didn't know if he could trust Tevran to be his friend, Can you really trust anyone? or even to tell the truth for he believed that Intel dealt in secrets and need-to-know information. But he wanted to let Tevran know Bernard himself was trustworthy.

He leaned forward slightly: "I want to be an asset to this crew. I want to say that out loud. It's not combat or the Gorn that frighten me--I've fought. I like fighting. It's the back biting and general gossip--I am a nervous person this way but regardless, I want you to know my loyalty is to the Federation and this crew. In a pinch, I won't let you guys down."

"I know I don't look it," Jinn began. "But I'm Betazoid, Ensign. I don't actively read people's thoughts, that would be intrusive, but I can't help but sense emotions or surface feelings. Call it a blessing, call it a curse, but regardless, you don't strike me as the untrustworthy type. That's based on my abilities and my intuition."

He thought for a second. "There is a party tonight. You should come. Introduce yourself. You'll see we typically don't bite."

Bernard nodded, and the corner of his mouth went up in a hesitant smile. A party. When was the last time I went to a party? he thought. If this isn't some sort of hazing-festival, this could be wonderful! "I would like that. Thank you very much Lieutenant." He stood and made to shake Tevran's hand a second time. "I'll see you there!"

Jinn shook the Ensign's hand. This meeting had gone rather well.

Bernard made for the door, then turned back around. "Sir, what is proper attire for the party?"

"More or less whatever you'd like," Jinn replied. "Uniforms, casual dress, I don't necessarily think it's important. This is an excuse for everyone to relax before the invasion of Canterra, so whatever you're comfortable in should be fine."

"Ah," Bernard hated the word "Comfortable" because he almost never was. He nodded, despite himself. "Thank you, Sir. See you there." And he left the intelligence office. Wondering if his eggplant suit would be too much.

"Indeed you shall, Ensign," Jinn replied just before Bernard left his office.

The door shut behind him and Jinn laughed to himself. "What an odd little fellow." Serving aboard a ship was certainly nowhere near as boring as Jinn has expected it to be. He put his workstation into sleep mode and sorted his desk. He had a party to get to.

OFF

Lt. JG Jinn Tevran, CIO USS Hawaii
Ens. Steven Bernard, Ph.D, TAO USS Hawaii

 

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