New Head Devil Dog Arrives...
Episode 3.5 - Welcome to Paradise
Location: USS Arcadia
Timeline: 1743 hours
The transporter beam faded out, leaving a man standing upon the pad. By his appearance: dressed in green camouflaged battle fatigues, complete with full tactical gear, a full beard and eyes that seemed to burn like lasers, the transporter operator instantly felt a little scared. Although, there was a strong, almost animal, magnetism about the man, that caused her to also feel a bit aroused by his mere presence.
"Permission to come aboard?" The man asked in a strong, yet nonthreatening voice.
"Uh...oh! P-permission granted," Petty Officer Second Class Rebecca Sanchez replied. She couldn't take her eyes off of the man, as he confidently strode off the transporter platform.
"Where can I find the Captain?" The man asked as he moved towards the doors that led out to the corridor.
Sanchez quickly queried the computer, and then looked back at the man. "The Captain is in his ready room, on the bridge. Who may I say is asking?"
The man stopped as the doors opened for him. He looked back over his shoulder and replied. "Captain Jackson Werner, the new MCO." With that, he continued walking, the doors to the transporter room closing behind him.
Sanchez straightened slightly when she heard the man's rank. She then quickly sent a text message to Captain Lee about the sudden arrival.
Oliver had just finished one of the many reports that need to be finished by the end of the day when he received notice of his new MCO's arrival. He decided it'd be best not to begin working on the next one until after his meeting with the Marine - he hated having to stop in the middle of his writing, any sort of writing. As he waited, the holographic starship models on one of the wall shelves caught his attention. They had been sorted in chronological order, starting with the Akira class Gotham, his first post, on the left, followed by his first command, the New Orleans class Bunker Hill, in the middle, with the Elysium class Arcadia rounding up his collection. He thought he'd try arranging them by their sizes, and was in the middle of doing so when the door chime rang.
Hearing his command, the computer opened the doors, allowing tge new arrival to enter. Werner strode inside both confidently and with purpose. He stopped two paces in front of Lee's desk and snapped to attention, his gear rattling ever so slightly as he moved. "Captain Jackson Werner, reporting as ordered, Sir!" He remained at attention, looking straight ahead, instead of to Lee, standing near the bulkhead to his right.
Oliver turned to find a burly Marine who seemed to have just been beamed out of a war zone, his face still covered in camo paint.
"At ease." he said with a small smile. "I know the transfer order must have been abrupt, Captain, but don't tell me they just plucked you from the middle of a training exercise and dropped you off here?"
Upon hearing the command of at ease, Jackson relaxed his stance, albiet slightly. He moved his feet shoulder-width apart and moved his hands up to loosely grab hold of the front of his utility belt, on either side of the clasp. "Aye, Sir, it was. And yes, they did. I was in the middle of running a deep forest training op, when I was contacted by the brass. They said that your former MCO was suddenly recalled to HQ, and that I was to drop everything and report straight here, before you shipped out."
Oliver nodded. "I appreciate the alacrity, Captain Werner." After a brief pause, he asked, "You wouldn't be related to Prof. Werner from Oxford by any chance, would you, Captain?"
Jackson nodded at the mention of the name. "Yes, Sir. He's my uncle. Why do you ask, Sir?"
"I met Professor Werner on a few occasions while I did my doctorate at the University of Betazed. The last time I saw the professor, years ago, he mentioned that his family had quite a long history with the Marine Corps. Since my own family has served in Starfleet for generations, we had a long conversation about our family histories and traditions. Professor Werner spoke very highly of your father, Captain. I have never had the opportunity to meet the Colonel, but judging from your own records, I think it's safe to assume that you must have made your father proud."
Jackson nodded politely. "Thank you, Captain. Although, I'm not sure pride would be the correct word to use. Respect, would be closer to the mark." He left the reasons why he had said what he said to himself. It was not something that he wanted to discuss at the moment.
After a few quiet beats, he continued. "In regards to the ship's mission and my unit... what are your expectations and orders, Sir?"
Oliver walked behind the desk and took his seat. "Actually, I would like to hear what expectations you have for your men, Captain. As you know, Echo Company is a fairly new unit and relatively inexperienced, very much like the Arcadia herself." Looking up, he quickly added with an apologetic smile. "No offense, Jesse."
"None taken." Responded the ship's AI in her disembodied voice.
Jackson glanced up when he heard the AI's voice. He had heard that the new Elysium class starships had all been built with one, however, he was still learning about the ship, so he was a little unsure about it having a mind of its own.
Looking back at Oliver, Jackson replied. "Well, Sir, my expectations are that by the time I'm done with them, the Marines here will be the best in the fleet. Anyone who can't meet my standards will be shipped out immediately." The MCO stated his position without any hint of arrogance.
Oliver nodded. "High standards are exactly what I expect, Captain, and I also trust that the Echo Company has an experienced and capable commanding officer in you. I do, however, also expect that all regulations and protocols be observed during training. In three days we will leave the ship yards and make a quick supply run to Huizi III. After that, we will be heading into unexplored sectors of deep space beyond Federation borders, so if you believe any personnel changes are necessary, I suggest that you make them before we leave Huizi III. That will be out last chance to drop anyone off."
Werner nodded as he listened to Lee. "No worries on the regs, Sir. They will be followed to the letter." He then grinned and chuckled slightly. "Huizi III may be the last time, in a while, that we'll be able to get seasoned replacements, Sir, but it certainly won't be the last chance to drop anyone out the airlock." He let the comment hang there for a moment, then smiled, letting Oliver know that he was joking.
Oliver chuckled and leaned back into his chair. "And they say the Marines don't have a sense of humor. I think you have just proven everyone else wrong, Captain."
Werner grinned slightly. "Please don't tell anyone, Sir. Wouldn't want to ruin own reputation as hard-asses."
"My lips are sealed, Captain." Oliver assured the Marine with a smile. "Now, enough of expectations. Is there anything I can do for you to make your transition to the Arcadia a bit easier. The transfer was unexpected after all."
Werner frowned slightly as he shook his head. "No, Sir. I'll adapt to the current situation, just like I was trained to do. Truthfully, I'd be no good to you otherwise, Sir." Jackson hoped that Lee didn't think that he was being arrogant. He simply wanted to start getting the unit whipped into the shape he wanted it to be as quickly as possible.
"Indeed." Oliver nodded. He respected the Marine's professionalism. "Again, welcome aboard, Captain Werner. If there's nothing else, you are dismissed."
Werner nodded smartly. He then snapped to attention and saluted. "Aye, Sir." Once the salute was returned, he performed an about face, and moved with determination, out of the ready room. He had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.
As the Marine disappeared behind the closing doors, Oliver turned his attention back to his starship models. Hmm, maybe he should arrange them by alphabetical order instead.
Captain Oliver A. Lee
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Captain Jackson Werner