Union Jane and The Poodle

Posted on Wed Sep 29th, 2021 @ 4:33am by Commander Ichika Misono & Lieutenant Karen Kujo 'Union Jane' & Lieutenant Commander Tristana

1,051 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Handling the Fallout
Location: USS Myogi (NCC-65918), Shuttlebay, Deck 3
Timeline: Shortly after "Speed Demons"

After acquainting herself with the new Flight Control Officers (and scoring a couple of autographs for Nana), Ichika rode the Turbolift down to Deck 3 to meet up with the Starfighter Wing. A quick glance at the manifest showed that the new Squadron Leader had showed up early, but had yet to report in to Commander Takahashi. She was about to pull up a perliminary boarding report and see whom she was dealing with when the turbolift suddenly stopped on Deck 2 and a young, red-haired Mexican woman wearing gold stepped aboard.

"Deck Ocho (Eight)" She instructed verbally.

As the Turbolift doors slid shut, Ichika looked over and silently observed that the officer's uniform tunic was unbuttoned all the way down to her upper chest region, with her... assets in full view for everyone to see.

"Lieutenant," she began, lightly clearing her throat. "It may not be my business to say, but I would strongly advise you zip up your tunic; this is a Federation Starship, not a Hooters."

"I've been told to do so using worse terminology before." Tristana shamelessly responded as she buttoned up her tunic. "Miyahara used to say this is a Starfleet Vessel, not a brothel."

"Did he, now?" Ichika remarked. "Well, he wasn't wrong."

The turbolift came to a stop on deck 3; where two officers in teal stood waiting to board.

"This your stop, Senorita? (Miss?)" Tristana asked as the two officers boarded.

"That it would be," Ichika replied as she exchanged places with the officers. "I came to speak with the new Squadron Leader, seeing as she has yet to report in. Be seeing you, Lieutenant...?"

"Tristana, Senorita. (Miss.)" Tristana responded. "Though word of warning when dealing with her, be prepared for her to make inappropriate remarks about you."

The two officers in the Turbolift began to snicker.

"What's the matter, Tristana?" one of them teased. "You practically strut around the ship with rack hanging out, and you mean to tell us you can't handle a lesbian hitting on you?"

Ichika frowned. "That will be enough, gentlemen," she ordered sternly before shifting her attention back to Tristana. "I apologize for any discomfort this officer may have caused you, Lieutenant; I will see to it that her behavior is corrected immediately."

"Good luck with that one." Tristana responded as the doors closed.

With a sigh, Ichika turned back around and continued on her way to the Shuttle Bay.
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At first glance, nothing seemed all that amiss; The two Razors that comprised their measly Squadron were tucked away in the corner, a light coating of dust having settled since what she presumed to be their most recent use. However, a closer inspection yielded the unusual discovery of a navy blue sports jacket with red stripes draped over the wing of the fighter on the far left; drawing up for a closer look, she was quick to uncover a pair of boots poking out from under the fuselage, accompanied by the muffled noise of a woman humming an old Lindisfarme song.

A brow raised in curiosity, Ichika lightly cleared her throat, hoping that it would be enough to get the officer's attention.

"Just a second!" came a hasty reply.

Quickly putting her tools away, the officer poked her head out from underneath the craft and rose to full height, revealing herself to be a tall, muscular blonde in her early thirties. The pips on her flight uniform evidently denoted her rank of Lieutenant.

"Whew! Sorry about the holdup, Chief," she began, casually sidestepping Ichika to grab something out of her jacket. "Just wanted to assess the birds before I report in; make sure I know what I'm signing myself up for."

"Chief...?" Ichika muttered before quickly shaking her head. "Oh, no; if you mean to imply that I'm the Commanding Officer, I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea."

the Lieutenant's expression faltered for a moment or two, but her frown almost disappeared as quickly as it had materialized.

"My mistake," she grinned as she slipped on her jacket. "I've only been here a couple of hours, so it's going to take me about a day to get everyone's faces straight. So what was it you needed?"

"About that, Lieutenant," Ichika began, her expression stiffening as she prepared to lay things down. "I have received word from one of our staff here that you attempted to make advances on her, even when she stated that she wasn't interested."

"I was kidding!" the Lieutenant protested. "And she's kind of an easy target, given that she's got her knockers hanging out for everyone to see!"

"Lieutenant, I will make one thing perfectly clear," Ichika issued. "This is a Federation Star Ship, not your personal bachelorette pad; you will show your fellow officers some respect around here, or I will personally see to it that you are shipped back to the Majestic as a Lieutenant JG!"

The cocky Lieutenant was speechless. "You-you wouldn't!"

"Then consider this your final warning," Ichika asserted. "If I or any other members of the Command Staff receive allegations of you committing inappropriate behavior on this ship, don't think I won't hesitate to follow through on my threat. Now, if you're the slightest bit concerned about that reputation of yours, I'd suggest you wipe that cocky smile off your face and report to Commander Takahashi ASAP; do I make myself clear?"

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" the Lieutenant replied, quickly spinning around on her heel and scurrying off to the ready room.

With a sigh, Ichika turned and began to pick up the tools that the Lieutenant had left laying about. She really didn't like having to lay down the line (Especially on her first day as XO), but Commander Takahashi had made things clear from the start what was expected of her crew, and Ichika was determined to uphold those expectations.
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Posting by (in order of appearance):

Commander Ichika Misono
Executive Officer, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

Lieutenant Tristana
Assistant Chief of Security, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

Unnamed Medical Officer
Medical Officer, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

Unnamed Science Officer
Science Officer, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

Lieutenant Karen Kujo
Nightkids Squadron Leader, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

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