Dressing Down

Posted on Sun Nov 19th, 2017 @ 2:16pm by

677 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Unknown Life, Unknown Dangers
Location: Commodore's Temp Quarters (USS. Avaya)

Will had just been handed the notification that Admiral S'iraa had transferred his flag to the USS Detroit after being medically cleared and being a flag rank he was one of the first to be so. The Admiral had not spoken to Will again regarding what happened in Sickbay but Will's risky gambit of stalling had paided off. With S'iraa's flag now on another ship the Dreadnought returned to a regular vessel falling under the oversight of one Commodore William Hood.

This left him with the unpleasant act of having to deal with Lt.Commander Reign. Even after what happened and his conversation with her he knew it was unlike her but that didn't excuse her actions and it forced Will into action. In light of the medical transfer of the crew to the Avaya he didn't assign security details, nobody could get off the ship anyway because of the lock down, nobody off or on the ship without approval and clearance of at least two medical officers of Lt or above.

He directed the computer to relay a message requesting Commander Reign attend his quarters. He wanted to put a cap on this issue so that everyone could move on and forward.

BJ got the message and changed back into her uniform, but did not put her combadge on, nor did she put her rank pips on her collar. As she had not been reinstated to duty, she didn't consider herself a Starfleet officer and was ready to give her resignation if the Commodore saw fit to lecture her or anything else besides handing out her punishment.

She left her quarters and made her way to the Commodore's personal quarters and pressed the chime.

The chime heard, the doors opened and Will waved her in. His ploy had worked, risky but worked none the less. "I'll get straight to it. I've held off as long as I could for the Admiral to depart the ship thus putting this situation squarely back into my sole hands. I don't agree with what you did but understand the situation that saw you in it. Lt. Bradshaw has also declined to file charges which has gone heavily in your favour." Will looked BJ over once, a talented officer he knew, one he'd be foolish to let go.

"In light of your service record I have elected to enter a formal reprimand into your jacket, you will remain my Chief of Security and a Lt.Commander but....you will apologise to Lt. Bradshaw for what happened. I want the best officers serving with me on the ship, in your opinion is that still you or should I look for someone else?"

A reprimand on her formal record would decrease her chances of ever being a Chief of Security on another ship and she knew it. The apology she could handle, but her career options had just became very limited. "No, Sir, you should not," she said. "I'll see Lieutenant Bradshaw after leaving here, Commodore. Thank you."

It was the best he could do, a reprimand or a forced transfer off ship, one just as damaging as the other because questions would be asked, difficult questions. At least with a reprimand things could be kept simple, few questions required fewer answers. "Very well. Dress yourself Commander though I do not know where Lt.Bradshaw is presently if he's amongst the cleared to still pending allotments for medical clearance." He hoped the former, Bradshaw's knowledge and experience would be invaluable in repairing the ship.

"Yes, Commodore," BJ said before she waited to be dismissed. "I'm sure the computer can locate him."

"Dismissed." In the one hand he was glad to be keeping her, in the other he knew the cost she'd just paid for her actions. He couldn't turn a blind eye to it because there were witnesses to it, otherwise had there not been he'd be content to keep it between them and let the matter drop with a word or two at most.

Without another word, she turned and headed out.

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