Boo Yah: Administrative

[Kansas 0]

09.01.09

ISS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Boo Yah: Administrative”

 

“As for you, Lieutenant," she said, turning her attention back to Caine, "handle your turf problems yourself, or I'll think seriously about whether you can protect the ship. And you, Commander." Her attention turned sharply on JoNs. "If you can't deal discreetly with your problems, I'll have to find myself a new XO.”

 

"The next time I have to play referee for your little power games, I'll be making certain you both hurt more than the headache you give me."

 

~ Colonel C.E. Harper to Lt. (sg) C.T. Caine and Cmdr. Kansas JoNs regarding her officers' “Playground Squabble” (ISS Agincourt log, August '09)

 

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Computer, Begin Recording…

 

Personal log of JoNs, Commander Kansas, Stardate 0909.01.

 

Update on the Corianis Mission:

 

Overall, I am very pleased with our crew efficiency regarding the ever watchful stance we have been taking regarding the Corianis situation. In particular, I commend the Marine department with regard to the actions of the ground fire teams as they carry out our mission parameters. And, despite how I feel about their chief department head, the Security officers have also comported themselves well during numerous planetary and shuttle patrols.

 

The ISS Agincourt is still maintaining a watchful vector orbit over the planet of Corianis, and though the workers had started to return to work in the dilithium mines under the threat of whip and phaser, and the colony officials responsible for the entire situation have been shall we say removed from administrative office.

 

Yet, there is still a drama being played out as the result of a very different sort of power play on board this big warship that we call home…

 

It’s obvious through the animosity that practically emanates from the ships chief security officer, that Lieutenant Caine considers me to be nothing more then a pet cat. Honestly, I learned a long time ago to deal with this sort of racial slur and the gross misconceptions that typically accompanies this ‘pet cat’ mode of thinking, so it was no great surprise that an officer as stiff backed as Caine was lacking an education when it came to the Caitian felinoid species.

 

However, like my distant domesticated pet feline cousins -- well dang, that’s a mouthful, isn’t it? -- we larger sentient versions can cause havoc when we want to…and I certainly won’t be clawing at the curtains or dropping a caught and decidedly dead bird as a present at some hapless Human’s feet. The Colonel had told the both of us in no uncertain terms to keep this little mutual feud private, and private is how I intend to keep it.

 

There is nothing wrong with a little low down, private warfare directed at the chief security grunt of the administrative variety, now is there?

 

As the Executive Officer, I’m responsible for the relative health and well being of the crew. If the crew is too sick and too tired to perform their duties, then ship efficiency plummets like a rock. That sort of rut is not conducive to mission completion, and therefore saps the Empire of our available personnel resources.

 

Therefore, crew health is something that myself as the ships second in command needs to be aware of at all times.

 

And wouldn’t you know it? Tri quarterly crew physical rotations are upcoming on the schedule…oh, happy, happy day in the neighborhood. Won’t you be my neighbor, Mister Caine? My, my, my, what are the odds? It must be Karma. Wouldn’t you know that Caine is scheduled to be in the fist batch of crew scheduled for the physicals?

 

The half Human and Vulcan Cee Sek is to receive a full spread of medical attention and check-ups. You just never know what sort of medical complications or colds or viruses and such might crop up with regard to the half-breeds, really, with the genetic coding and all that, so it’s better to play it safe so any ‘breeds don’t infect the crew at large with a species specific viral entity that can jump to other species, or something.

 

Get those urine, skin, fluid, and blood samples all set to go there sweetie pie…‘cause you’re gonna need ‘em.

 

In addition to any health concerns among the crew, the little matter of department efficiency also falls under my purview.

 

And, wow -- it looks like the Security department is due for an efficiency update report, which means I plan to be present and observe at every departmental drill, field drill, training program, weapons check course, tactical class, and duty cycle. I need to make sure that Caine is training her people well and the department is at top efficiency like the other departments.

 

I’m not abusing my power. It’s called strategic planning and implementation. Damn straight.

 

Computer, end personal log.

Triple encryption, Echo Whiskey Victor K423-J

 

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