New Protocols

Posted on 19 Sep 2015 @ 5:25pm by Chief Warrant Officer 2 S'rivas

1,231 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: USS Galileo, Grayson's Quarters
Timeline: MD5, 0900 hours

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Later than expected, Tyrion made it back to Grayson's quarters. With Grayson still in sickbay, Tyrion had made it his temporary home, which he shared with Oren, as long as the El-Aurian wanted to stay anyway. Tyrion didn't mind, he could always go back to his own room if he needed to. But somehow, he just didn't want to go there, he felt he just needed to be in this room though he didn't really understand why. It just...connected to his partner, and he needed that feeling of connection.

He donned his PJ's, though usually he didn't even wear any, and crawled into bed. Today was going to be interesting, given his conversation with the CO only just an hour ago. Field promotion to ensign, he was having his old rank back again. It was still beyond him to comprehend, how he was being reinstated, and made provisionary departmenthead all in one go. WIthout ever even having made a request towards it.

The chime to announce a visitor sounded, disrupting the peace of Grayson's quarters. A few seconds later it sounded again. Then again. Then a fourth time even.

S'rivas stood outside in the hallway, touching the wall panel every five seconds, exactly. It was logical to assume that repeatedly doing so would produce results. The computer had told him where he'd find Ensign Faye, and sooner or later, this door would open. Beep...beep...

At first Tyrion tried to ignore the chime, after all Oren knew how to get in, because he had been given access, and it certainly wasn't Grayson because he was in stasis in sickbay. He even tried to cover his ears with his pillow but that didn't work either. "Alright alright, come in already!" he shouted irritably.

There came one more chime before the door opened. The large Vulcan stepped into the quarters a moment later. "Ensign, are you feeling alright?" S'rivas asked. "I was standing out in the corridor for some time." He didn't seem to either notice or possibly care that Tyrion was in bed. Oh no, something like sleep wasn't going to stop him.

"Exhausted," Tyrion responded crabbily, "I had just gone to bed. What do you want, Warrant Officer S'rivas." Of course he knew who the man was, wasn't it his business to know people's names?

"I currently want a Bolian Tarfar Toffee," S'rivas said, taking this quite literally. "However, there is no time for that at this moment. I need to update you on the latest protocols and procedures for your new position." The way S'rivas said those two words, protocols and procedures, there was even more enthusiasm for that than there had been for the toffee.

Sighing, Tyrion shrugged into a robe and gestured towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, stifling a yawn as he headed towards the replicator. "Bolian coffee you said? And what do you mean, latest protocols? Have they changed since I was told to step up?"

S'rivas made himself comfortable by continuing to stand there by the door. "Toffee," he corrected. "Not coffee. The caffeine is not agreeable and can be quite addictive." S'rivas lifted a PADD he'd been hiding behind his back, "Protocols are changing all the time, Ensign. As you are now promoted you need to be updated with all the current information for acting as the department head."

"I see." Tyrion turned towards the replicator to order the candy, and got himself a hot chocolate while he was up. "Well then, fire away," he continued, offering the snack to the Vulcan. "By all means keep standing, but I'm going to sit down. "

The Vulcan took the toffee, sniffed it, then started to nibble. Perhaps there was time enough if he were to speak and eat at the same time. Without preamble he started to read aloud, fully intending to go through each item on the long, long list. "Starfleet Regulation 941270: Intelligence personnel of any posting, save for those on field duty, must submit to no less than four sessions to determine psychological fitness. Those that return from field duty must immediately report to a counselor upon debrief."

He took a breath, "Starfleet Regulation 141-29-J: Intelligence personnel must never visit Pacifica with the intent to engage in sexual relations with the colonists."

And, without stopping or raising an eyebrow at the odd thing he'd just said, "Starfleet Regulation 923932: Telepathic investigation must be approved by the Chief Intelligence Officer's CO and at times may require a Special Warrant to be issued a JAG officer if available. No citizen of the Federation or allied powers will be subjected to telepathic intrusion for the sake of obtaining information as it constitutes a violation of the Right of Privacy" The Vulcan looked fully prepared to drone on, and on, and on...

"Just give me the summary already warrant officer," Tyrion ordered irritably, "couldn't this have waited until I'd had some sleep? I'm too tired to listen to you ramble on and on and on about thinks I actually already know. And why in blazes would I want to visit Pacifica, when my mate is in sickbay?"

The Vulcan arched an eyebrow, looking rather displeased at having his recitation interrupted, and he made that known, "It seems arrogant to assume that 141-29-J was written solely because of you, Ensign Faye. Logically, Intelligence personnel were involved in some indiscretions recently that necessitated the development of this protocol. Did you assume that these were all specifically tailored to you?" S'rivas took another nibble, but continued on, "Some of these regulations have been changed within the last few weeks and as I said some of them are also known only to a department head. The total number of updates and new information I have to present to you today is three-hundred seventy-nine full regulations, one-hundred twenty addendums, and two-hundred forty-three revisions."

"Then send them to me in a message and I'll read them at my earliest convenience. I really need to get some sleep, warrant officer, I just pulled a very long shift because I did beta before my own too. And unless you are aiming to have me make mistakes, then you really should continue. Otherwise, leave the PADD, and make yourself scarce."

S'rivas drew himself up even more stiffly, arched an eyebrow, and sent a withering gaze at the young ensign. "Aye, sir." It dripped with as much sarcasm as he could manage, which was a fair amount. There were few things S'rivas liked less than someone taking regulations lightly, and to him there was nothing of 'convenience' about them to him. "When your many years of experience deems it a good time to learn the inconsequential minutia for your new position, I will do my own duties. Until then," the PADD clicked onto the nearby desk, audibly, "goodnight." It was a not so subtle reminder that they all had a job to do around here; the Boatswain's was to see to protocol. S'rivas turned sharply on a heel and walked out, back stiff and displeasure plain no matter that he was a Vulcan.

"Uptight son ofa...." Tyrion muttered as he cast one glance at the PADD, then shuffled back to the bedroom. "I'll read it when I wake up."

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ENsign Tyrion Faye
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

CWO2 S'rivas
Boatswain
USS Galileo

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