Joint Duty Log | Capt. Ivanova & Cmdr PontBrillant - "That Man's A Snitch"

Posted on Wed Sep 3rd, 2014 @ 6:49pm by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Vlimar PontBrillant

1,088 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Are You Touched?
Location: Captain's Ready Room

1752 hrs.

Vlimar kept looking back at the time on his console as he kept tapping, scrolling through various updates from Security & Operations. Waterhouse had the bridge as Ivanova returned to her ready room, obviously having bigger fish to fry than to supervise the ship travelling from the shipyards to Qo'noS.

1755 hrs.

As he looked around him at the bridge crew, Vlimar shook his head slightly. He transferred the console command to his PADD, walked away from his station and towards the ready room, waiting for the clock to hit 1800 hrs. As a matter of fact, he was asked by Rochelle to attend her ready room at 1800 hrs promptly. As a naturally punctual person, plus understanding that timing was often half the job, he waited by the door, keeping a close eye on his padd to wait for updates on their travel.

1800 hrs.

Vlimar slowly brought his right hand to the chime and gently pressed on it.

Rochelle was ready, waiting, her coffee hot and steaming into the relatively cool air of her ready room. She liked it cooler than normal if only because it helped her stay awake during long hours spent poring over reports -- it kept her on her toes but was far from frigid. Refreshing was most definitely the operative word. “Come.” She called, knowing who it was and what was to come next and set a PADD down in front of her, leaning back in her chair as she did so.

Vlimar smiled as the door opened and walked in. "Captain.", he said, as introduction. "You requested my presence." he stated as the door slid shut behind him. He looked at her, then at her steaming cup of coffee. {{Coffee, rough day}} he thought to himself.

"Have a seat Commander." Rochelle gestured to the empty chairs in front of the big redwood desk, her lips pursed and her stature rigid -- this was the Captain, the woman buried beneath the red tape that came along with the least refined moments of commanding a starship.

Vlimar was somewhat surprised by the tone of her response. Obviously, as he reported in he kept the discussion quite formal, expecting Rochelle to lighten it up. However, her rigid expression, her tone of voice and her direct approach was striking him as odd. Perhaps, he had done something that might have been substandard for someone of his position. He nodded and took a seat on the chair, listening to her.

She sighed, sliding the PADD on her desk towards him. "I had an interesting conversation with Mr. Bernard down in the lounge." Rochelle started, drumming her fingers lightly across the hard wood desk, "he had interesting things to say about your services being rendered in exchange for importation of alcohol." She continued, finally looking up to study his face. "Something about you expediting shipments, which tells me that those shipments aren't being inspected."

Vlimar raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting theory." he claimed looking over the PADD. "Mr. Bernard did indeed ask me to expedite his shipments, as well as a hot tub for his quarters." he continued. "However, there is not an expedition on his shipments as they are labeled and shipped as promptly as all essential civilian material." he added. The man remained calm, having nothing to hide. "Regarding the importation of alcohol... I did make an order prior to Mr. Bernard's arrival on-board through the requisition offices. It was delivered under Mr. Bernard's tenure but nothing more, Captain." he concluded, sliding the PADD back to Rochelle.

"I hope he's nothing more than a trouble making thorn in my side, Commander, that his claims are completely unfounded and I have nothing to be concerned about." She answered, taking a sip of her coffee and drawing comfort from the warmth it provided. "We're in the middle of a war and this ship is the biggest and the best that Starfleet has to offer. Everything that comes aboard needs to be cataloged and inspected, and I do mean everything."

Vlimar nodded. "I can provide you with investigators to make light of this and remove myself from my position, in the mean time of the investigation, if you wish to, Captain.", he replied, visibly unconcerned yet a tint of annoyance in his voice. "I can assure you, I gave Mr. Bernard the appearance of compromise, but in all reality, the Shuttle Bay personnel & Logistics are scanning everything that goes through the reception bay.", he stated. "Unless you believe that is a rotten apple...", he volunteered, not completing the sentence.

Rochelle held her hand up to silence the officer in front of her, "That won't be necessary, not yet." She interjected sharply, "I need the manifests of his shipments and the analysis of the contents in my hands and quickly. I don't trust Mr. Bernard further than I can throw him and we all know I'm quite little and he quite large so he wouldn't go far if I tried."

Vlimar nodded. "Actually..", he said prior to getting the PADD he slid back to her back, pulling up the information requested. "Unless something did not go through our bay, it's there.", he stated, sliding the PADD back to Rochelle.

"Thank you." She replied. her eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise as she took the PADD and slowly began skimming through it. "Just do me a favor and keep an eye on him? Something just doesn't sit right."

Vlimar smiled widely and nodded. "Absolutely." he replied, coldly, the sound contrasting with his face. He was obviously planning something, that suddenly left him in an incredibly good mood. He knew that Norbert Bernard was a proud individual, that was where his Achilles was located exactly.

"Good." Rochelle nodded, her eyebrow twitching upward at the sudden shift in the Frenchman's demeanor, but decided it was best left without asking about. "Then if there's nothing else Commander, I'm a very busy woman."

Vlimar nodded. "You are busy... and beautiful." he replied instantly. "I will leave you for the first, but return for the second." he added as he turned on his heels, heading towards the door. "Bonne journée." he concluded, disappearing back onto the bridge.

The Captain was left watching him go and shaking her head, "Good day." was the only reply she'd dare give him and even then it rolled almost hesitantly off her tongue. The man was incorrigible, of this she was completely and totally certain.

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Captain Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR

&

Commander Vlimar PontBrillant
Chief of Strategic Operations
USS VINDICATOR

 

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