Klepping Personnel

[Kansas 0]

Note: the following is an off plot log set in the Mirror Universe of the ISS Agincourt storyline.

 

11.29.09

ISS Agincourt ICC-81762

“Klepping Personnel”

 

Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs was currently on the Marine NNC command deck and working on some Padd work in her private office. Well…working on some official Padd work and cultivating multiple personnel options off the record, that is. The Caitian was a cat with a plan, you might say. She called out her chief bodyguard on point duty outside the office, instructing the other female in a low though clear tone to enter the confines of the office.

 

Once the Andorian female had walked the few steps into the office area and adopted a relaxed parade rest in front of the feline Exec’s desk, JoNs verbally ordered the office’s security system to close and lock the entry way door and opaque the picture window that overlooked the NNC deck from the current clear setting to a light gray to give a sense of privacy.

 

“Lieutenant Mical. I want you to do some recruiting. Specifically, I’m interested in one of the enlisted officers currently serving within Lieutenant Caine’s department -- Mattingly.”

 

One blue tinged antenna swooped forward in curiosity. “Mattingly? I’ve seen her around. Bajoran, usually works the receiving desk for the brig when she’s not on patrol duty. Call sign is Bulldog. Any particular reason you’re interested in Mattingly Sir?”

 

Kansas glanced at Mical, studying the cobalt blue skinned Andorian female closely before finally deciding to share what she was thinking; the woman’s tone was honestly curious, so JoNs intended to respond truthfully to her senior guard officer. “Sit down Lieutenant…I’m interested in her mainly because of the way she handled herself during the night of the dustup with Decatur, when we all traipsed into the security offices and she was on desk duty. Kept her head, didn’t get rattled. A bit bemused at the whole incident as I recall…”

 

Mical raised a delicate white eyebrow in equal parts curiosity and minor confusion, while her second antenna came forward to match the first one in positioning “She didn’t really stand out to me either way Commander during that night.”

 

The golden furred felinoid purred a bit, “Well, you were busy making sure no one tried to shoot me in the back…again,” and the purr degraded into a growl at the memory; Decatur was one of Caine’s pet goons, and had attempted to assassinate Kansas on the night in question. The commander had survived the attack, though not unscathed. She was damn lucky that she had some combat backup in the unlikely form of a lover liaison for the night, otherwise the evening would have turned out much different. Then again, if she hadn’t been so, ah, distracted by the ministrations of her liaison partner in the first place, then Decatur never would have gotten the drop on Will in the first place.

 

“And Mattingly did stand out to me that night, mainly due to a past experience I had a few years back that I can use for comparison. I was serving as a junior Ensign on the ISS Thunder Cat completing a remote site Academy training program. One of the bridge lieutenants -- a big blond haired Human with the looks to match his career sense -- was a rising star among the crew.

 

"He was very good at his job, ruthlessly efficient, yet well liked by a lot of the crew and had amassed quite a spread of contacts and followers among the lower ranking junior officers. He was at the junior El Tee rank, but all of us knew he’d leap up the ranks quickly…” JoNs lowered her purred voice, even though it was just herself and Mical in the office and the feline had engaged her scrambler devices as she normally did to counteract any electronic bugs, “...but the bottom line was he was a poster boy for the Starfleet, that sort of over achiever officer that the Humans love to promote as a prime example of the species.”

 

JoNs paused for a moment, and then continued with her explanation regarding the interest she held towards the Bajoran security officer. “I had the tactical console station on the main bridge, and the 2nd Officer and the Exec got into it right there in front of the bridge crew this one afternoon. The two of them had a similar relationship to myself and Lieutenant Caine, as in they couldn’t stand one another, and the whole situation came to actual blows right there in front of the bridge crew on duty before the captain was alerted to the altercation and intervened. Anyway, this Lieutenant was so flippin’ scared when our senior commanders started trying to tear each other apart, he pissed himself. Couldn’t tell, not with the black uniform trousers,” she flicked at the material of her own trousers with a claw, “but I could smell it,” and then indicated her sensitive nose with the same paw.

 

“By contrast, when an enlisted security officer is bemused when the Ex Oh shows up in the security offices, bleeding, holding one of the junior commissioned security officers at gun point? And she gets a charge out of having to contact her chief as well as finding the whole general situation funny? Oh yeah, that’s why I’m interested in this Bulldog Mattingly.”

 

Mical had settled herself in one of the two office guest chairs. “How should I approach the mark? Blatant or under the radar?”

 

“Combination of the two. Don’t be obvious so that Caine’ll notice, but be up front when you approach Mattingly -- let her know that she has a place on my payroll if she’d be interested, and then leave it at that.”

 

Will flashed a genuine smile at her chief bodyguard, her incisor fangs flashing with the gesture, and winked; Her green feline eyes were alight with the typical mischief that she enjoyed so much. “You know how the Master Chief could be. It’ll be nice to have someone on the payroll again who has a sense of humor in a situation such as that, and similar situations as they happen and come about.”