Diligent: Added Security

Posted on Tue Nov 10th, 2026 @ 8:25pm by Captain Sheyla {MD} & Captain Sean Loewen {Meji} {FLT. CAPT.} & Lieutenant Jynxza Dahl {AKA: Toots} & Lieutenant Griffon Resch & Sergeant Garret Black

Mission: CAPERNUM: {CD&MISSION} On Duty
Location: M-69
Timeline: Current

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lieutenant Jynxza Dahl sat behind her desk in the large outer office for the Fleet Captain. He had several assistants, all of them ensigns in the Command division and wearing red as their division color. Jynxza was also in the Command division, wearing red, due to her duties as Strategic Operations and as a tactical officer. Not to mention the executive assistant to the Fleet Captain, as well as his attache'. Glancing up as the main entry door slid open into the waiting area, Dahl arched an eyebrow at what she saw. A well built, ramrod straight man entered the waiting area, followed by nine more just like himself, male and female, from various species. All of them wore the duds for the Starfleet Marines, complete with equipment belts and sidearms in tactical holsters on whichever hip was for their prominent hand. The opposite hip/thigh from the sidearms had a K-bar in a scabbard. They were ready for a meeting and the next engagement all at the same time. However, the one notable item each marine carried was a large seabag duffel, each one stuffed to capacity by the looks of it. All ten had brought with them all they could stuff into the bag; clothing, personal items, etc.

Getting to her feet, Jynx made her way around her desk even as the man wearing the sergeant stripes began to glance around at the few other desks with personnel behind them, as if deciding which one to approach. His hair was dark, almost straight black, and he was sporting a well-trimmed five o'clock shadow, going with that as a thin beard. His gaze was even, his eyes glancing around at the surroundings as any good tactician would. After so many lives in various occupations, Dahl knew that gaze well. The Sergeant put his bag down and leaned it against a sofa as she approached. "Good morning, Sergeant," Jynx began, her eyes dancing to the name plate on his shoulder. "Black. Is there something we can do for you and your team?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Black in response. His eyes went from head to foot on the woman, and back up to her face, with no hint of any kind of sexual innuendo. It was a judgement scan. "We're here to see Fleet Captain Loewen. Is he in, and if so, is he available?"

Giving a nod to the Sergeant as he finished speaking and his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited for a reply. "I believe he can see you, Sergeant. Relax a minute while I go to make sure his schedule is clear for this morning." With that said, Jynxza turned on her heel and entered Loewen's office.

Loewen, seeing Jynx enter, sat up in his chair and grinned. "Good morning, Jynxza. A bit early for the initial daily report isn't it?"

Jynx gave a grin in return. "I'm still going over the night reports. However, ten marines just walked into the foyer, all of them sporting seabags, and a Sergeant Black was asking if you had time to see them."

"Damn, already," Sean replied. "I sent for them a few days ago. Didn't expect them to get here so fast." He saw the askance expression on the Trill's face, his grin widening a bit. "Apologies, Lieutenant, I didn't get around to filling you in, yet. The USS Diligent has a barracks aboard, one large enough for ten personnel. Captain Sheyla called and asked about adding to her Security forces and ship boarding abilities by housing a squad of marines as part of her crew. The Berlin-class is designed for such, and with this region being what it is, I couldn't say no."

"Well, Sir, should I send the Sergeant in?" Jynx asked.

"Please, do, Jynx." Loewen said this as he got up and came around his desk to await the Sergeant's entry.

Giving a nod of acknowledgement, Jynx spun on her heel and went back out, holding the door open as she got to it. "Sergeant Black, the Captain will see you now."

"Thanks, Lieutenant." said Black, moving forward as he had not found a place to sit like the rest of his leathernecks. Jynxza, once he got close enough, then led him back into the Flt. Captain's sanctuary. Entering, Black found the Captain to be standing in front of his desk, facing the door, stepping in and meeting him halfway while extending a hand. Garrett shook the hand offered. "Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Sergeant." Loewen responded. "You guys got here fast. Was there some kind of rush I wasn't told about?"

"Not that I know of, Sir." Said Black. "A Starfleet transport ship had recently arrived at our last post to drop off needed equipment for the facility. Since they were available we were told to load up and they came here."

Loewen grinned. "Sorry for the rush to you and yours. It wasn't an emergency."

Black gave a friendly nod to that. "No problem, Sir. We were getting a bit long in the tooth with that assignment. A change of pace is nice." He switched lanes. "So, Captain, what exactly does this assignment entail?"

"I have a starship assignment for you and your squad, Sergeant," explained Loewen. "You'll add to their Security and tactical forces, and be a part of the crew when it comes to the daily menial tasks. Maintenance, Security directives, that sort of thing."

Jynxza piped in. "The USS Diligent is a Berlin-class, Sergeant Black. There's a berth for ten people, which will become your new home for however long the assignment lasts. Captain Sheyla is Andorian, and quite the soldier herself. It was her request that the barracks be filled with marines. The Lagoon region is a bit chaotic and having soldiers at the ready is a boon for anyone."

"I see," said Black, his body relaxing into his standard at-the-ready stance. Both of these officers seemed personable, and he liked that. Most fleet captains, and captains in general, were often times a bit stuffy. "Well, we'll do what is expected. Our last assignment had us doing maintenance and walking checks for bulkheads and airlocks. I can't see it being much different."

Loewen grinned. "The Diligent is a fast frigate, Sgt. Black. Space is at a premium. I hope none of your marines are claustrophobic."

Black grinned in return. "Not that I know of. If that little gem was hidden from me by the squad, I guess we'll find out after some time aboard Diligent."

Giving Jynx's arm a brief squeeze, Loewen stepped away to call Captain Sheyla, nodding for Jynxza to keep the Sergeant company until the Captain could arrive.

Jynxza did as she was directed. "Do you have any questions I may be able to answer, Sgt. Black?"

"Garrett."

"Excuse me," asked Jynx when he said that.

"My name, Lieutenant." Black replied, his own slight grin still playing on his face. "Garrett Black. I appreciate propriety but as an enlisted you can address me common, Ma'am." He added the ma'am to make his point, and trying to discern if she would allow familiarity both ways.

Jynxza gave a friendly giggle. "Sorry, Garrett. When in the offices for the Fleet Captain, I tend to act accordingly. I'm Jynxza Dahl." She extended her hand, which was shaken with a friendly grip.

"Glad to meet you, Jynxza. I take it this is not your first rodeo as a host?"

Another giggle before Dahl responded. "Not at all. I've lived several lifetimes in various hosts and professions. Never made it to the marines, but did do some Security work back in the day. Now, I am Strategic Operations and Security back-up. Our Strategic Operations Chief is a Klingon and off running her own House, so it has fallen to me to fill those shoes until she decides which way she wants to lean."

"That sucks," said Black. "At least you'll qualify for taking over the post should she decide that her Klingon duties supercede anything Starfleet."

The hum of a transporter sounded over in a corner of the sizeable office, with an Andorian woman shimmering into existence, along with a man wearing the red of command. The Andorian was a captain, the other individual a lieutenant.

"Ah, here we are," said Jynxza, even as both Sheyla and Resch stepped forward to the center of the room, with Loewen returning to the circle. "Sergeant Garrett Black, this is Captain Sheyla and her Security Chief, Lieutenant Griffon Resch." Handshakes were exercised all around.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sergeant." Sheyla offered. "Your barracks is ready for occupancy. Two replicators, and fold up, modular tables and chairs that can be stored within the walls when not in use, to free up what little free space we have on Diligent. It's not cramped, just takes some getting used to."

"All good, Captain." Said Black. "Not like we've never been uncomfortable in our duties. I did a tour on a Defiant-class a few years back. I'm sure your vessel is a tad bigger than that."

"It is," offered Resch. "You and I will be working together closely, and your marines will report to me overall when it comes to Security. I don't expect PT every day, nor ask for ridiculous habits some seem to think marines need every day. If Doctor Volt says you're getting fat and lazy, then we'll address it." He smiled as one soldier to another, showing he was being flippant on purpose, not to offend.

Black smiled in return. "Got it, Sir. If any of my marines get fat and lazy they won't be my marines for long. Is there a marine officer aboard who will see to us?" Sheyla and Resch shared a look which did not seem to be overly positive.

The Captain answered. "We have a marine officer aboard, but she is an exchange officer from the Quazi Concordium and works in medical. She's an Operations officer to boot. I don't know how familiar she is with Starfleet marine protocols. We were going to ask her once we got you aboard. If we give her the job she'll need an NCO who will support her, not chastise her."

Garret considered that for a moment before answering. "If she is an officer then she must have soldier training from this Concordium. That means she can at least fight and knows the basics for squad duties and tactics. Also, I never chastise an officer unless they deserve it and need a hard voice to get through a thick skull."

That caused Resch to smile again. "Oh, I like him, Captain. This was a good idea."

"I like him, too," Sheyla replied. She looked to Garret. "We'll run it by Lieutenant Jaz when we get back to the ship, Sergeant. She is a felinoid. Not to the degree of a Caitian, more Human in appearance, but she does sport ears, a tail, and lethal claws dressed up like fingernails. You'll need a physical by Doctor Volt, anyway, so might as well have a chat with Jaz while there. Mister Resch can accompany you. Your barracks is behind main Sickbay, so being there will speed up the move to the berth."

"Sounds downright perfect," Black said. "Well, let's get this circus rolling if you don't mind, Sirs."

"Not at all," said Sheyla.

Handshakes went around once more, and within twenty minutes the marines were collected and all of them beamed over to USS Diligent from the Fleet Captain's office. Resch got them gathered and moved the herd of green through the ship to the barracks so they could drop their bags off before heading over to Sickbay.

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