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A Language of its Own

Posted on 22 May 2012 @ 9:31pm by Captain Caleb Virgil & Lieutenant Thessyr-Jayden "TJ" Tal

Mission: Linearity
Location: USS Liberty Belle
Timeline: Following rendezvous with USS Volta/prior to temporal event

ON

TJ had arrived with the supply ship, a special request by the SCE when they'd found out he was available and looking for an upgrade in ambition. He strode down the corridor of the Century class towards his quarters, a Federation Marines duffel bag over his right shoulder, his Marine engineering Corps Badges attached all over the ancient and battered luggage which read "Curabitur Numquam Somno" (We who never sleep).

Such was the motto of the Marine Corps of Engineers, Cav support and the heavy-hitting side of Starfleet that never got credit for their role.

Oh yeah, of course Starfleet got the glory for making first contact, flying around in space and engaging in ship-to-ship combat, but it was the SCE ships that did first aid on them and put them back in the fight, who maintained and kept the real arm of the Federation's Military in working order.

Not that TJ had any real beef with Fleeters, since he was wearing the uniform, but Fleeters didn't know how to get dirty most of the time, they weren't down for a good scrap. They had their clean and sterile tech, their pretty shining ships built by technicians and engineers they seemed to take for granted. It was always"set phasers to stun".

It was like none of them had ever watched an old horror movie, or read about war.

"Ah well," he muttered and pivoted to face his quarters, negotiating the lock with the computer before entering and then stopping, looking around.

He felt vaguely disturbed.

It was too big.

He knew he had single-person quarters and he was an officer but... really? It was five meters end-to-end before you hit the privacy screen for the sleeping area and the lav or the food preparation area. There was no common mess, no little box he had to share with another marine (not that he usually minded). He had a dinette and a replicator (he was going to have to have a look at that shortly), an office space and a sitting and entertainment area and then the sleeping and private area. And then there were the floor-to ceiling tilted ports on the outside walls.

So much wasted space.

It wasn't a proper Deltan home, all homogenized down for the basic humanoid meme for the Fleet. But it would do, for now. He gently lowered the heavy duffel to the floor with one arm and made sure it was turned so the swords wouldn't pull it over as he leaned it against the desk and stalked around the quarters, investigating like a cat in a new space; everything had to be inspected with minute attention to detail.


Alpha Shift



"ALRIGHT YOU GOLD-DOGS!" the short red-haired main bawled as he entered the warp core, having used a command-level all-call to get the SCE in there early (for some and late for others) "SHAPE UP!" he called and as one the entire group went to attention, old habits snapping into place at the sign of someone with authority, who knew how to talk to them. TJ walked into the middle, where the massive warp core was pulsing and where everyone could see him, "RE-LAX!' he bellowed and they slouched a bit but maintained readiness, having been through that game before. "NOW SOME'A YA STRAYS GONNA BE WONDERIN' WHO I AM. SOME'A YA ALREADY PICKED UP YER BALLS AN LOOKED ME UP AND KNEW WHAT WAS COMIN'!" he saw some grins and some nods, bets being called due silently and marked those faces for later. "THOSE'A YA SMART ENOUGH TA LOOK ME UP MAY'VE SEEN I'M NO GREEN COMING STRAIGHT OUTTA FLEET-NEST AN ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY KNOW BETTER'S GONNA CALL ME OUT RIGHT NOW TA GET THEIR ASS HANDED BACK IN FRONT OF YER BUDDIES!"
He glared, turned a circle, fists on his and arms flared to the sides, his stance aggressive and challenging. He met eyes, getting acceptance, in one or two marking those he'd have to break an arm or ribs later.

"ANYBODY GOT THEIR SHIT UP ABOUT ME BETTER SAY IT 'CAUSE I FIND PEOPLE BITCHIN BEHIND MA BACK I'M GONNA BREAK YA INTO PIECES AN YER ON BOWEL DUTY FER SIX MONTHS!" Instant moans, the broken bone might be an idle threat, the waste reclamation plants weren't and six montha of that was enough to require professional counseling. 'NOW ME, I'M LEFT-NUT-ANT TEE-JAY AN I KNOW A BUNCH A SCRUFFY GOLD-DAWGS CAN REMEMBER THAT SO I AIN'T GONNA MAKE YA SAY IT WITH ME. I'M YER NEW BOSS, IN CASE NONE A YA GOT THAT AN I DON'T 'SPECT ANYTHIN' LESS'N THE CORPS BEST OUTTA NONE AH YA. YA DO THIS SHIP RIGHT, YA DO EACH OTHER RIGHT AND I'LL DO YA RIGHT. EVER'BODY GOT THAT?"

"YES SIR!" they shouted in unison, their days at the SCE training academy coming back, no few of these had been marines and were responding to him, marine to marine.

"ANYBODY OFF DUTY GET THE HELL OFF MAH DECK!" he shouted and flung an arm towards the jeffries junctions and maintenance corridors, getting a few groans and a lot of grins. It was like being junior techs all over again. "ANYBODY ON DUTY, GET YER ASSES IN MAH OFFICE. BETA SHIFT GETS TA BE AN HOUR LATE CAUSE I TOOK YER BEAUTY SLEEP AN YA NEED ALL YA CAN GET!"

There was a lot of laughter now. He'd gotten what he needed, they knew him for one of them now and not just that, he was their Boss. There were some he still had to kick down a lift or two but these were probably good people with skills. Now he had to figure out who was being overlooked and who was doing things they sucked at.

"That brings back memories," came a commanding but not loud voice, its origin a taller man with violet eyes and four pips upon his red collar. The ship's captain had subtly managed to avoid being seen during TJ's speech and had approached him with equal deftness following its conclusion. As the engineers began to move away to their respective assignments and stations, the senior officer extended his hand to the new chief. "Captain Caleb Virgil."

"TJ Tal," the much shorter red-head grabbed his hand and pumped it, not crushing it despite having unusual "hams" for hands, "Lieutenant ya know."

Virgil gave a nod. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant. You've got some big shoes to fill, following Mister Brawn's departure." The Xenexian turned from TJ to look out across the whole of main engineering, which was as sizeable as they come on Starfleet vessels, even without one of the quantum slipstream drives some other newer classes were employing. "Literally. The man was a giant; he made me seem small, but based on what I read of your file," the captain looked over his shoulder back to the lieutenant, "you pack a big enough punch of your own."

TJ affected slightly embarassed pleasure and rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the other on his waist as he looked down. "Aye, I guess my record speaks fer my works. I got a lot of experience across most'a tha main tech-types in tha Accords so I guess I might be useful."

"You will be useful," Virgil said with certainty, now looking fully at the half-Deltan, likely curious as to how the engineer's conception came about safely; all knew of the danger of humans coupling with the bald-headed Deltans. "Or you'll be leaving." It was said with a level of definite assurance and command by the captain, who did not seem in altogether positive mood, his eyes lined with darkness.

Based on what most knew of Xenexians, violence and argument were first nature, and the key resolution to conflicts. In this, Virgil had a similarity to the Belle's new chief engineer, and a nature that had been largely suppressed during his time in Starfleet, TJ could be sure of.

"Well nice ta know ya still got yer balls," TJ commented and smiled. "So many on tha shiny side traded 'em fer their pips, ya know." He raised a hand salute like a Stellar-Scout and said in a somber tone, "An I promise not ta go all Klingon on anyone not Klingon less'n ya tell me I can."

Virgil raised a dark eyebrow at the engineer, who despite looking the same age, in fact had twenty more years worth of life experiences kept within his mind. "What martial arts do you practice?" The Xenexian asked, bringing his whole body round to face Lieutenant Tal, being far broader and taller than the half-human new arrival.

"I brawl mostly," TJ replied, keeping himself square with the CO, his body language wasn't aggressive but if wasn't passive either- it was readiness. "Shizaaru, Akido, some boxing an' wrestlin'." He shrugged slightly.

"Good." The captain spoke curtly, once again looking around the Belle's engine room. "Meet me in holodeck three an hour after beta shift. I also want you to report to Commander Tenricoun concerning your choice of assistant chief. He ran engineering before the SCE came aboard and he's very protective over the 'Fleeters' still down here." Virgil began to walk towards the exit, his mood still hanging heavily over him as his strides became ever longer, the closer he came to the exit. "Remember:" he called back, "an hour after beta."

TJ watched the captain stride out, pleased with himself and the captain. He was looking forward to a good fight.

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