Capernum: Security Chief

Posted on Thu Apr 10th, 2025 @ 3:55am by Lieutenant Griffon Resch

Mission: CAPERNUM: {CD&MISSION} On Duty
Location: USS Capernum
Timeline: current/somewhere in between

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Lieutenant Griffon Resch was not one much for being a pack rat. Sure, he had souvenirs and what not from various worlds but he never let it get out of control. A life in Starfleet, unless you knew for a fact you would be staying somewhere a while, was about being on the move. And, willing to move when asked. So, with that mindset he had always kept his personal belongings to a minimum. It had taken him no more than an hour to put his larger belongings into a packing crate and have it beamed to his new quarters on Capernum. Finishing dealing with OPS to show he had officially and dutifully moved out of his quarters on Nazgul, Resch went over to Capernum to not only find his new quarters, but to get a little more familiar with how the USS Capernum was laid out.

While setting his nick-nacks out and about, the overhead intercom speaker sounded. "Lieutenant Resch to transporter room two, please. Lieutenant Resch, transporter room two." He heard the warble of the intercom ceasing. Wonder what that's about, he though to himself as he set aside the items in hand and left his quarters. He used his palm PADD and brought up a map of the Guardian class corridors, and what system was on what deck. Eventually, a couple minutes over his allotted time for arrival, Griffon stepped into Transporter Room Two. He approached the console, on the backside, or pad side, of the station. "Lieutenant Resch. What's up?"

A young blonde fellow spoke up. A Lieutenant JG, whereas his companion was an Ensign. "There is a Lt. Commander Rachel Cavender being sent over by your Security officers, Lieutenant. Something about a cat carrier and some other items from her cabin. Do we need to call Security for more personnel, Sir?"

Griffon gave a chuckle and smile. "No. No, it's fine. With all this moving about we forgot about our guest." Griff reached out and tapped the comm key. "This is Lieutenant Resch aboard Capernum. Beam that officer over immediately." Those still on Nazgul acknowledged, and within a few moments the sound of an active transporter pad sounded, the light shimmering in place until it coalesced into a living Human being and her cat in a cat carrier, with a backpack and a shoulder pack. "Welcome aboard the USS Capernum, Commander Cavender." Resch gave a smile as he saw the woman's eyes go wide as she looked around at even more amazing technology and, in a much larger space.

"Thanks," Cavender answered, finally getting her arse moving off the pad. "Can we get to my quarters? I want to drop tubby off so he can be let out and wander around and get familiar."

Resch gave her a quiet giggle. "Sure, we can do that. As long as you don't mind the long tour to get there."

"Long tour?" Rachel looked from him to the other two men, who merely shrugged at whatever their new Security Chief was on about. Why are starbase personnel always so weird, or eccentric, thought the Ensign.

Griffon took her shoulder bag and slung it over his left. "Commander, I'm new to this ship. Like, as in, just moved over this morning. So, a little Google maps type of situation and we'll get you home."

Cavender giggled. "Oh, well, okay then." She kept giggling but also gave him some google eyes. "I thought maybe I was destined to spend some time in the forcefield hotel." Rachel caught his playful look. "What? I don't know how gung-ho you youngsters are these days, so better safe than sorry."

"Well, Miss Rachel, because you were never listed as killed in action, simply MIA, then you are still a Lt. Commander in Starfleet." Resch explained, his whole demeanor both fun and teasing while being informative. "So, throwing you in the brig would not do my career any good at all. I have the perfect cabin in mind. It should be going to Commander Loewen, but he is going to share a cabin with someone else. So, his old quarters can go to you. Leaves the VIP suites for actual VIP's."

Cavender gave him a playful backhand to his upper arm. "Hey, be nice, Lieutenant. I'm a VIP because I have you all beat by what, 150 years? I need a beach, the sun, and a buttload of off time." She laughed.

"I think we all could use some of that," Resch agreed, chuckling along with her own giggles and laughter. They continued through the corridors, and took a lift to Deck Five, continuing to talk as they went. "Here we are," he said at last. When Cavender got within the perimeter of the door sensor it opened for her. "Already set for you, Commander. Now, do me a favor. I know you're still acclimating to our time, but please try and stay out of the way while we make this transfer. If you want to help with anything, tap your combadge and ask for me, Griffon Resch. I'll come pick you up and we'll see where you can fit in."

"Engineering," Rachel responded. "That would be ideal."

Resch gave her a knowing nod. "I expected as much. Let me speak to the Captain and see where she stands on allowing you into the classified sections. Security measures, you understand."

"I do, Mister Resch." Cavender looked into her dim quarters, then back at him. "Do your best, please. I really want to help, with anything, so I can feel useful again."

Hearing the pleading in her tone, even while she tried to mask it, Resch felt for her. Here she was, 150 years past her prime, and not a clue on how to proceed. Being an engineer would help her acclimate that much faster, but it still had to be overwhelming at times. He reached out and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. A friendly gesture to show he was on her side. "Leave it to me, Rachel. We'll get you situated so you can begin to learn about our time. Until then, take care." Griffon turned and began to walk away, then stopped and spun halfway to look back, noting that she was still standing there watching him go, holding her cat carrier like a suitcase for a lost 12 year old. "I want to meet your cat. So, that is another good reason for me to stop by later. See you in a while." Again, he turned and walked away.

Sighing to herself, lonely as hell, Rachel Cavender took Tubby inside, opened his carrier, and let her feline companion out to explore his new home. Rachel sat on the floor with her back against the couch, legs out straight. She had not illuminated the lights, the panels and stars providing enough illumination to see to move without tripping over anything. Now, alone and quiet, Rachel dropped her face into her hands and began to sob. It would take a long time for her to not cry over lost friends and lost time. Over her lost daughter. But, this was the hand she was dealt and she would ante up and play it out.

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