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Mark Garrison

"New Arrivals"

“New Arrivals”

 

History tended to repeat itself, Mark noticed. First day as department head usually was. Instead of throwing giving paper work you were receiving it. And endless stream of people either giving him things to sign off on, or complaining about something. Or in Commander Teykier's case...no, he wasn't even going to think about that. The sheer ridiculousness of it. He groaned and checked the time. Not even 0900. He might be able to still swim to Camelot... But then who would read all these padds? He leaned back into his chair, the day already wearing into him. When was the last time he shot something?

 

Charlotte Matsumura entered the makeshift security department, finding it a hive of activity. Officers and non-comms swarmed in and out, loaded with PADDs and crates and various other items as the department was still being set up. Furrowing her brow, she smoothed her hand over the pips at her collar, drew herself to her full height, and glanced around. Her review of the personnel jackets revealed that her division officer would be Mark Garrison. And, while she had a basic idea of what the man would look like, there were times when personnel looked nothing like their profile images. The sheer chaos around her didn't seem to help. She wove her way through the room, finally spotting a small alcove that strongly resembled a broom closet.

 

When a fellow junior officer bolted out of the room as though scalded, she thought she might have found the right place. She was sure when she peered around the corner and recognized the man seated behind a desk, piled with PADDs.

 

She cleared her throat. "Sir?"

 

"Enter!" Mark groaned and tried to compose himself, again. They weren't even giving him a break anymore. Which would it be this time, a complaint about the shift, or a complaint about the bunk mate? As the ensign entered Mark noted he hadn't seen her before, meaning she must be a new transfer in. Ah to be young again he considered with a tiny smirk. For now, since he didn't know if she was annoying or not, he'd give her the benefit of the doubt.

 

Slipping into the cubbyhole office, the ensign drew herself to her full height, standing at a modified attention before Garrison's desk. "Ensign Charlotte Matsumura, reporting for duty, Lieutenant. I believe Commander JoNs forwarded a copy of my orders."

 

"Mmm...Matsumura." He glanced her over for a second before shoving a few padds aside on his desk. Pulling up her file on his center console, he looked it over for a minute before looking back up to her. "You appear to be very qualified Ensign."

 

"Thank you. That was the general consensus, sir," Charlotte replied with a slight grin.

 

He returned the grin. "Confidence or cockiness I wonder..." He stared her down for just a moment, before returning his attention to her record. "You have advanced training in Explosive Ordinance, good. Statistically our EOD personnel are lacking in practical experience. Hopefully you can show them a thing or two. What sort of experience do you have, outside of the classroom?"

 

"Outside of the classroom, I have obtained the rank of Ni Dan in a traditional Japanese martial arts style. Thus, while I may not yet have any operational experience, I believe my training has provided a solid foundation to build upon. I also have a strong affinity for making things go 'boom.' Loving your work seems to make it much more tolerable."

 

"Yes, a love of your job certainly helps things along. The only reason I endure these clerical jobs actually." He sighed and leaned back into the chair. "Regardless, I'd say your the most qualified transferee I have. Whether that translates into actual ability, we'll see. But I'm holding out hope for you."

 

In reality, Charlotte knew she was more qualified than she could let on at the moment; only when it became clear where loyalties lay would she ever be able to confide in anyone regarding her operative training. Without that knowledge, if she was considered the "most qualified transferee," that didn't say much for the calibre of personnel BUPERS felt the need to send. She wondered what kind of assignment she had been pigeon-holed into. "Then I look forward to surpassing your expectations, sir."

 

Mark couldn't help but grin like the Cheshire Cat. "I believe the Gamma Quadrant will be quite capable of challenging you, Ensign." He chuckled while digging through a stack of padds. Finding it in the middle, he tried pulling out swiftly, but the rest of the pile collapsed all over his desk. Ever the consummate professional, Mark handed it to her without a second thought. "Here's your orders for the moment. We'll be running drills and simulations, standard shakedown stuff for the next few days to integrate the department. Shift people around as needed. Clerical Stuff."

 

Stifling a laugh, Charlotte took the offered PADD and scrolled through the information. Security rounds, drill preparation, weapons inventories -- the typical, day-to-day activities she knew would be most of her existence from now on. Well, at least as much as the Gamma Quadrant would allow, she thought. Such work would make it easier for her to settle in to both her positions as quickly as possible. For that silver lining, she was grateful...it also helped soothe what little bit of nerves she had thus far been unable to smother. "Very well, sir. With your permission, I'll check in with the officer of the watch and get started."

 

"Yes. No doubt there's a line of newly checked in ensigns waiting outside that door now." He held back a sigh and checked the time again. It was indeed going to be a long day. "Dismissed."

 

With a nod, Matsumura turned and took a step toward the door. She peered out theatrically, then turned back to her division officer. "You'll be delighted to know that there's not a long line of ensigns waiting." She paused, twinkle in her eye. "I believe they're JGs." She bit back the grin that threatened. "Good day, sir."

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