Warm Welcome

Posted on 12 Jun 2013 @ 2:28pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Lieutenant JG Victoria Crawley
Edited on on 13 Jun 2013 @ 1:23pm

1,129 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Corridor
Timeline: MD07 1245 hrs

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Victoria headed to her quarters, just coming back from the mess hall after grabbing a quick bite to eat. She wanted to explore the ship before she had any more meetings with her superiors, but she wanted to drop her PADD off to her room so she wouldn't be able to look up the map of the ship; she was hoping to memorize where everything was, that way she wouldn't have to keep her nose glued a screen everywhere she went. She was just about to turn the corner to go to her room when she almost careened into another crew member.

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't paying attention, as usual." She offered the crewman an apologetic smile.

what is it with me? Do i have a target on my chest or something? Cyrus hardly moved as he connected with the red headed officer. Chuckling he shook his head and smiled as he tried to disarm the incoming apology before it left her face. "Don't worry about it Lieutenant..." He left the sentence hanging as he realized he hadn't met this woman before.

She noticed the look he gave her and immediately stuck out her hand. "Victoria Crawley, psychologist. I just transferred over here yesterday."

Taking the small hand in his cleaverlike one he nodded. "Cyrus Kiwosk, Chief Warrant Officer in the Security Department. A pleasure to meet you Lieutenant Crawley."
With a grin he simply looked at the PADD in her hand and chuckled. "So what's so interesting that you happen to bullrush nearby crewmembers?" He asked, crossing his broad arms across an even broader chest.

She looked down at her PADD and smiled wryly. "Conjugations. I'm trying to learn Bajoran, so I figured I'd just memorize on the way to my room."

"Bajorn?" He replied questioningly. "I know only one phrase." He coughed in exaggeration. " Two Romulan ale please! " He stated in his best Bajorn, which sounded more like an angry wet cat than the fluid sounding race's actual language.

Laughing, she admitted, "I've only just started, so I barely know any myself. I've only been at it a week." If all went well, she should be able to hold a simple conversation in the next few weeks.

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Well I have nothing to do...where are you headed. I'll walk you there." He shrugged nonchalantly and continued. "Nothing wrong with having a friendly welcome to a new ship, right?

"Besides, I have to ask. Why Bajorn? Why not Klingon or Romulan?" He asked curiously.

She smiled at him again and started walking again. "I'm not really sure. I guess because I just like the language. I think Klingon is too harsh, but I'd actually love to learn Romulan. Do you know any other languages?"

He shrugged. "Just some human languages: russian, german, french and english." He explained. "I never thought to try another race's language. " He shrugged again. "I find it's important now...but I never seem to find the time."

"Well, I've had a lot of down time, so I've been able to work on it unhindered. I have a feeling that once I get into the swing of things it won't be so easy to work on it." She answered.

"Bah. " He waved dismissively. " Where there is a will there is a way. " He added. "So what do you think of the ship? Different than the Venture ." He asked. It was only place she could have come from, by his assumption, unless she had come via Shuttle craft...but that was one heck of a trip since the last starbase was hundreds if not thousands of light years away.

"I love it here," she responded without hesitation. "It's different, but in a good way. It's easier to meet the crew and get to know everyone, and I love that. I think it's great."

He grinned, totally understanding. "I was on board the Fitzgerald , another Galaxy class, so I totally understand the appeal of these smaller vessels. You're not a number outside you're own department. Less of a line in the meal hall too." He chuckled. "Where am I walking you to again?" He asked.

"Oh, my quarters," she responded. "I guess I should have told you that."

He chuckled. "Your quarters then." He replied in agreement. "So why the transfer anyhow? Military ship not your cup of tea?" He kept an easy pace making sure he didn't fall too behind the young woman.

"No, not really. I'm not much of a fighting person; I'd much rather just hole up in a lab." Fighting was not something Victoria was fond of; she'd had her fill of violence before the Academy, she didn't need more of it.

Cyrus had to wonder at the statement from Victoria, but decided not to press the issue. "Ahh, well....I have this tendency to punch things and questions them in the brig. " He half joked.

She smirked a little. "My dad's like that; he's a bartender, so he kind of has to be. I can't tell you how many drunks he's had to put down because they were getting a little too excited."

Being one of those patrons back in the Academy could relate very well, but kept his mouth shut. He simply chuckled and nodded. They continued down the hall and through the lift with little small chit chat. "Psychology, eh? So...why? If you don't mind my asking?"

"My mother was a counselor on a ship before my brother and I were born. My therapist was the one who suggested I join Starfleet," she said.

"therapist?" He said aloud, then winced as he realized he had meant to keep the thought to himself. "Sorry, none of my business." He offered apologetically. God...he knew he had enough problems himself and didn't feel the need to share them with anyone.

"No, it's fine," she reassured him. "I had some...issues when I was younger and I needed a therapist, mostly just for panic attacks now."

"Welcome to the club." He shot her another disarming smile and chuckled, but didn't elaborate. As they continued down the corridor it wasn't long until they came across what seemed to be Victoria's quarters. Kiwosk turned slightly and made an elaborate gesture akin to a butler welcoming home his master.

"Welcome home Misress Crawley." He chided in his best british servant accent, raspy and accentuating the 'o' in home.

She stifled a laugh behind her hand. "Thank you, sir." She opened the door to her room. "It was great meeting you."

"I do what I can." He grinned. "I'll see you around Lieutenant. "

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Lieutenant JG Victoria Crawley
Psychologist
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
TRT Squad Leader
USS Galileo

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