Coming Aboard

Posted on Sun Jul 30, 2017 @ 4:00pm by Captain Madelina Weisz & Lieutenant Corsa Yeros

Mission: Strange Matter
Location: USS Triumphant
Timeline: MD 25 || 0930 Hours

It was never easy coming to a ship for the first time but Corsa had long reserved himself that he needed to make his presence known to the ship's senior officers regardless if he liked it or not. He had beamed aboard from a passing Federation vessel and had taken the time to ensure his uniform was on properly; that no unsightly creases existed on his trousers or that they were any scuffs on his well polished boots. He had a carry-all bag across one shoulder and his orders on a PADD in his left hand.

As he stepped outside of the transporter room he remembered it would be prudent to speak to the Executive Officer first. Pestering a captain, nay a commodore if the orders were accurate, was not going to give a gleaming first impression.

"Computer. State location of the first officer, please." he asked in a crisp tone with a brogue-like accent.

"Commander Madelina Weisz is currently in the Executive Officer's office located on deck eighteen," came the emotionless female voice of the computer.

With his destination set he moved towards one of the nearby turbolifts. After he stepped inside and called out the required deck he tapped his foot against the floor and hummed a small tune as he waited for the doors to open.

When they slid open he stepped out into the corridor and glanced at the door panels that denoted what the function of the room was. Finally he reached the Executive Officer's office and chimed the door before he tucked the hand that held the PADD behind his back and waited.

Maddy looked up from the personnel file she was reviewing. She'd heard of the Traxian before, but never had the honor of meeting one before now, so this would be interesting. She would, of course, have to reach out to him as soon as he made it on board the ship.

The chime pulled her from her thoughts. Who could that be? She wasn't expecting anyone. Still, there was only one way to find out. "Come in," she called.

At the invitation Corsa opened the door and stepped inside of the office. He slung the bag from his shoulder and tucked it beside the door after it closed behind him before he stepped up to the desk and came to a crisp ramrod attention stance akin to that found on a parade ground.

It wasn't exactly hard for him to look above her head but his eyes never actually reached her face but just above it before he held out the PADD. "Lieutenant Corsa Yeros, ma'am. I've been assigned to the Triumphant as your Chief Flight Control Officer." the Traxian stated before angling the PADD a little more. "My orders ma'am detailing that as of now I am subject to the Triumphant's chain of command as well as my ration and pay details, previous medical assessments, prior commanders' remarks on my records as well as the records proper."

Maddy accepted the PADD and gestured for him to have a seat. He was tall... quite possibly the tallest being she'd ever encountered in person before. "You've come prepared, Lieutenant Yeros. I'm impressed," she said. Those who knew her well knew that wasn't an easy feat to accomplish. "I was just looking over your personnel file. It's quite interesting. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself outside of your file?"

Corsa looked over to the offered seat and a look of confusion streaked across his face. It disappeared however and he settled into the chair and placed both of his hands on the armrests. "I suppose given how...new...we are to the Federation you should know what you are getting for your troubles. I, and I suppose by extension ever other Traxian in Starfleet, believe that we are expendable."

There was a small pause before he spoke again. "This is not considered a negative to us. Where a Klingon dreams of dying in what they believe is glorious battle we dream of dying in the service of others. To put our lives on the line to further the goal of the greater entity. The crewman for his ship, his ship for her squadron, the squadron for the fleet...so on. I told the Executive Officer of the Berlin the same thing and he unreservedly assured me I was not expendable and I'm sure, perhaps, you are about to tell me the same thing. The truth is however Commander that I am. I serve this ship and I put my life and comfort to the side to ensure its safety and its crews survival. Had we been part of the Federation during the Dominion War we'd have outright demanded that our military bear the brunt of their firepower and attention if it kept the Federation alive. I suppose you could say that is my...core belief?"

"As morbid as this may sound, Lieutenant, we are all born to die. That is the one certainty we have in life. And you would be correct in your assumption that I would tell you the same. You aren't expendable," the redhead woman said. "I like to think that none of this ship's crew is. However, I think along the same lines that you do. I would prefer to put myself in the line of fire over anyone else if it meant keeping them safe, but I know that's not a possibility."

Maddy studied the man sitting across from her, a thoughtful expression on her face. "The Commodore and I oversee thousands of individuals aboard this vessel every single day, and it's not an easy task. We rely on our crew to help look out for everyone else, and now that you're a part of it, we're going to rely on you as well. I suppose, I'm building up to this... as our new Flight Chief, the lives of everyone on board this vessel fall into your hands... your skills. It can be a lot of pressure. I trust that you can handle that, yes?"

"It is not the first time I've had to taken a seat behind helm controls, Commander. But I understand that I'm not just a flight officer but in charge of other flight officers. The pressure with either make me or break me." replied Corsa. "In truth Commander I'm certain I can but I can't make an informed answer until I do the job."

Corsa didn't lean against the seat's back but instead he seemed to perch himself on the end as if expecting to have to shoot up to his feet. "I've flown in combat before if that's any comfort to you. I've had training in the military prior to coming to Starfleet. I know what you expect of me...or at least I know what Starfleet expects of me."

The Commander couldn't help but notice how he was sitting... as if he would bolt at any given moment. She cocked her head to the side. "Are you uncomfortable? You look like you're ready to bolt in me at any given moment."

"I simply do not wish to appear casual, Commander. This is 'at attention' when sitting down." replied Corsa with a slight furrow in his brow. "Is there anything else you wish to know of me or ask me about, Commander?"

"Relax, Lieutenant," Maddy said. "I think that's it for the moment. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Nothing for now, Commander." he said as he stood up. "If that's all I have some things to do today. Stow my gear, visit sickbay and also meet with the fighter commander to see how we might better pool our abilities together. Unless you have further orders?"

"Not at this time, but if you have any questions in the future, my door is always open. Welcome aboard, Lieutenant. I look forward to working with you in the future. You're dismissed," she said.

Corsa came to a sharp attention stance before making an about turn and marched forwards towards the door. Before he left he picked up his bag and carried it with him into the corridor.