That's My Spot...

Posted on 27 Oct 2012 @ 5:33am by Petty Officer 1st Class James Watt & Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk

1,112 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: Vega Colony - Starfleet Base
Timeline: MD-03: 1100 hours

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The turbolift doors opened and James stepped off, making his way towards the quarters he had been assigned for the duration of his visit. He tapped the panel beside the door and walked in, stopping when he noticed another man present.

Cyrus turned to see the person standing in the doorway. The ex-marine narrowed his eyes and crossed his massive arms. "Can I help you?" He asked, one eyebrow raised.

"You can help me unpack if you wish," James offered with a smile as he walked up to Cyrus, "I was assigned these quarters while waiting for my next assignment." He extended his hand in an easy fashion. "Name's Watt, Petty Officer First Class James Watt. You can call me Striker though."

Cyrus heaved a sigh and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you then, Striker. My name is Cyrus Kiwosk. He kept his rank away, not wanting to worry the Petty Officer. "Sorry for the bit of hostility there. I'm normally not used to be people walking into my... our room." He chuckled. "It's been almost four years and I'm still not used to sharing a room with people." He looked at Jame's stuff and chuckled. "At least you packed light. What do you want help with roomie?"

"Oh, I was joking about the unpacking," James replied, releasing the other man's hand and turning towards the bed and unlocking his case. "Sorry for barging in. It seems Starfleet doesn't bother to inform unsuspecting roommates of one another." He pulled out two gold-collared uniforms, revealing some civies underneath. "So, You've been in Starfleet only four years? What did you do before that?"

"Well, the academy for three. I've been active duty for two, so I guess that makes five." He sat down in one of the chairs set up in the living room. "To answer your question though. I'm a marine, I'm also security, so I guess you can take your pick." Cyrus laughed and shrugged. "I was transferred over from the USS Fitzgerald, I wanted little time away from the marines."

"You're a commissioned officer? Starfleet doesn't usually stick me with your type. No offense, of course."


"An officer, no man. I'm just an NCO." He chuckled. "naw, them officers get the fancy rooms with space and stuff."

Cyrus didn't really want to get into the details of the whole escapade right away. He felt like it was the only thing he was ever talking about.

"What about you, I'm seeing gold which makes you either, engineering, operations or security."

Watt did not fail to notice that Cyrus appeared quick to move the conversation to him. He did not press the man, however, at least not right away. "Engineering. I've got some cross training in flight control, but I specialize in spaceframe engineering. Damage control and all that." He smiled and glanced at Cyrus as he moved to a bureau with his clothes and tapped the drawer to open it. "These commissioned engineers, you know? All they think about is the warp core, they forget a soul needs a body."

He nodded. "Handy stuff to know. People never realize the importance of something until they are needed to fix it." He leaned his head back and adjusted himself so he was sitting more comfortably.

"How long have you been an engineer?" he asked.

"Enlisted when I was sixteen," James said, closing the draw and looking up, "trained with the Engineering Corps and started on the USS Nivar, a Sovereign class. I've worked on every class Starfleet's had in service since the Dominion War."

Cyrus was impressed. His eyebrows rose up in surprise. "Nice! Wish I had that kind of resume." He sighed after hearing about the Dominion. "How'd that little bout in the war treat you? It was not a fun time to be a marine that was for sure, and I only caught near the end. "I still can't believe there are still pockets of them trying to keep fighting. Something I'll never understand." He waved his hands dismissively, as if warding off a fly.

"I didn't fight in the war myself... it ended before I enlisted. But I'm from Volan III. Maquis everywhere, and Cardassians."

Cyrus let out a low whistle. "Heard about the Maquis, not exactly the nicest bunch." He poured himself a glass of water. " And Cardassians... well." He let the sentence hand in the air.

"The Maquis are no worse than anyone else in that war, but they fought for something other than politics. They deserve respect for that, you know?"

Cyrus nodded. "They fight for what they believe in, I'll give credit where credit is do, but whether your fighting for politics or personal gain, they don't mean a thing if you're the one sent in to stop them." He answered. "It might sound harsh, hell, it is, but what they are fighting for doesn't really go through your head when you're about to die.

"Have you seen the ship yet?" He asked, changing the subject. "Looks like it went through a cheese grater."

"What, the Galileo?" James asked, sitting down on the bed and crossing his arms. "Is that where you're being assigned?"

Cyrus crossed his muscled arms and nodded. "Yeah, gonna be the new security guy. What about you?"

"Engineering officer. Maybe they decided we're stuck together after all."

"I've bunked with worse people. On the Fitzgerald I was with a Klingon that didn't think it was necessary to inform me when company came over." He cringed. "I don't think I need continue with that thought..." He threw his head back in laughter.

James chuckled. "I only bring the most respectable company," he assured Cyrus with an airy tone.

Cyrus breathed a semi-fake sigh of relief. "That's good news... I don't think I can take another chair throwing match." he shuddered. "It's enough to give anyone nightmares." He stood up and walked over to his dresser.

Again the petty officer chuckled. "I can imagine." There was a pause in his thoughts and the he hit upon another one. "You never told me your rank."

Cryus blinked. "Really?" He shrugged, "I'm a CWO." He stated simply. He opened a drawer and through a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt into a medium sized black and red gym bag. "I'm going to try to hit the gym before Beta starts, nice talking to you, I'll think we'll get along fine." He made for the door giving James a friendly wave. "Cheers."

"All right," James said, smirking, "Nice to meet you... sir."

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CWO Kiwosk
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

James "Striker" Watt
Engineering Officer
played by Psylus Anon
USS Galileo

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