Main Security Office / Armory

[Samuel J. Grant]

Main Security Office / Armory

A place where simmers can discuss security matters, report crimes and concerns, weapons information, etc...

(Note: These posts are 'out of sync' with the timeline of the Main Story. Thus, if in the Main Story the Starship is being boarded or under attack, on these boards it's just a normal day. Remember - the Cold Harbor is a living ship, so many things can occur at once; please Simm freely!)

[Samuel J. Grant]

Samuel walked through the corridors and proceeded to head towards the Main Security Office, where the computer reported Captain Zek’dyn to be; which Colonel Grant completely understood… Being of similar character, Zek had a dedication to his duties much as he himself did. As he came to the door, he chimed it and entered, finding Zek inside like he figured.

“Got a minute Captain?” Colonel Grant walked up to his desk, and took a seat. “I was wondering what you knew, or were able to ‘dig up’, on our new Helms Officer Nick Taylor?” He relaxed back in his the chair, and crossed one leg over the other, “Something’s irked me since he’s come aboard, and I don’t know what it is… I can’t put my finger on it… I reviewed his record, and it doesn’t appear to have any critical red flags, but at the same time, I can’t be 100% sure that the file is authentic; almost as if someone edited to so show only what they wanted us to see. I don’t like not knowing about those under my command; it’s unsettling.”

He relaxed a bit as Zek spoke, and shrugged “Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”

[Capt. Zek'dyn]

Zek’dyn was reviewing personnel files of several new security officers that had applied to transfer to the Cold Harbor, he had lost so many in the recent encounter, and he was only half way through writing letters to the families of the deceased. Even though he barely knew these people, they died under his command, and he felt it was his responsibility to contact his teams’ families. The door chimed, Zek shook his head somewhat irritated at the interruption, “Come” he didn’t bother to look up from his work.

“Got a minute Captain?” Zek looked up and scrambled to his feet as a sign of respect and procedure for the Colonel. “Yes sir” then broke into a smile and sat down when told to be at ease “For you I have five, please have a seat, what can I do for you?” Sam walked up to his desk, and took a seat. “I was wondering what you knew, or were able to ‘dig up’, on our new Helms Officer Nick Taylor?” Zek looked at the piles of work in from of him “Sorry with all the letters to the families of my deceased team members and personnel files of the applicants for replacements I haven’t given his file more then a glance. Why what’s up?”

Sam relaxed back in his the chair, and crossed one leg over the other, “Something’s irked me since he’s come aboard, and I don’t know what it is… I can’t put my finger on it… I reviewed his record, and it doesn’t appear to have any critical red flags, but at the same time, I can’t be 100% sure that the file is authentic; almost as if someone edited to so show only what they wanted us to see. I don’t like not knowing about those under my command; it’s unsettling. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?” Zek thought for a moment and nodded, “I have noted that he is rather arrogant and bit mischievous, but I thought that was a requirement to get into flight school.” Zek chuckled “Seriously though, I have come to trust your instincts when it comes to people, I will look into it, see if I can dig anything up.”

[Samuel J. Grant]

Colonel Grant nodded “I appreciate it. Also, if you’d keep an eye on him too, and make sure he doesn’t get into to much trouble.” It wasn’t from their first encounter that had made Sam feel uncomfortable about Mr. Taylor, as stressful situations bring out the oddities in people, but it was afterwards. Grant found it odd that after such a trying situation, and costly battle, that CRV HQ would assign a rescuee from the lost mission to the ship that rescued him, not to mention the fact that they gave him the position of ‘senior helmsmen’.

Colonel Grant had been in the ‘service’ long enough to know that one didn’t always get to pick and choose, and sometimes just to had to simply follow orders; this was one of those time for him. But, it didn’t mean he had to sit with his hands tied and just eat that which was being shoveled to him, he could use what tools were at his disposal to help explain that which he didn’t understand, or in this case, completely agree with.

Grant looked around Zek’s office, and smiled, returning his gaze to the Security Chief in front of him “You know, you’d probably have an easier time if there was even the ‘slightest’ hint of order, in all your chaos, Zek.” Sam was referring to all the PADDs that were strewn about, and the other ‘general disorder’ in the CSEC Office “I can always have Chief Murkeye ‘clean it up’ for you…” he laughed, and couldn’t help it.