To the lower decks [BACKPOST]

Posted on Thu Aug 13th, 2015 @ 7:21am by Lieutenant Mickey McClane & Captain Brenda Sinclair

Mission: Shoreleave and Repairs
Location: Marine Barracks
Timeline: After reuniting with Zach/Backpost

Mickey, had a good day. He had re-encountered his old friend from the Academy. Yet for some strange reason he wants to go down to the barracks. He had been away for so long he wants to meet everyone get to know the faces on this ship. Besides, if he is to make good with everyone, he is going to be on his best behavior.

"Well Aladdin, I sure hope that Captain Sinclair doesn't mind meeting you" Mickey pets the young Acting Ensign. The Black Labrador was enjoying meeting everyone he is a very mature dog and hopes that everyone wouldn't mind.

"Well Aladdin here we are?" Mickey said curiously as he noticed the big green doors unknowing that if anyone was in there but he heard some noises but he wasn't going in there unannounced.

"Let's do it" Mickey rang the doorbell to the Barracks.

All noise in the Marine Mess died down. Two rows of tables, packed with Marines. The commotion could be quite overwhelming at times. The sound of the door, though, cut above the dozens of conversations, and every head turned, expressions ranging from bemusement to downright suspicion.

No one simply... rang the bell, as it were. If anyone wanted in, they just walked in. The Company wasn't on any sort of formal standing. That meant only one thing. There was a Fleeter in Marine Country.

"... the Frak?" Gunny Jacobs still held the coffee half way to taking a sip, her gaze sliding to the Captain. "Want me to-"

Brenda raised a hand, curiosity taking over. "As you were, I got this." She set her fork down, and before she had even risen fully from the bench, one of her Lieutenants had already leaned over and deftly taken the last remaining sausage from her tray.

Giving the man a look as she headed down the long row of bodies, Brenda reached the door, and tapped on the controls, letting the double doors open, with a hiss of hydraulics. The first thing she saw was a gold uniform. Indeed, there was a Fleeter who had come knocking. Security, Engineering, or Ops.

That wasn't the strangest thing, though. The man had a dog. Brenda had to raise her eyebrows in surprise at that. She didn't think pets were allowed on-board a starship. Still, putting that aside, she offered what she hoped was a neutral expression. "Can I help you, Lieutenant...?"

"McClane. Lieutenant Mickey McClane, Chief Operations officer, Captain." He offered his hand to the Marine captain. He was going to make sure that all was formal "This is Acting Ensign Aladdin, my dog." Mickey also replied of her curiosity as Aladdin spoke saying hello.

Stepping out into the hall, Brenda let the doors slide closed behind her, even as the chatter of a dozen conversations started again. No doubt speculating on what this 'intruder' as they would no doubt see him, was doing here. "Can I be of help, Lieutenant McClane?" It was nice to know who one was talking to, but until she knew the reason for this... person entreating entrance upon Marine Country, she was going to maintain a healthy dose of suspicion.

Mickey knew he was probably had made the wrong impression. He was just going to walk away but he wasn't. "Well, i just thought i come down here and meet you. I was meeting all the crew-mates so i thought i would break the barriers. i just wanted to meet you" Mickey was unsure as he sat down on the box with Aladdin by his side.

Taking a leaning position, Brenda cocked her head slightly to the side. 'Just meeting' - at least in this form - was something new. She supposed it was a result of having an almost exclusive career within marine units and bases. She was still adjusting to how the others did things, as no doubt they were adjusting to Marines, if they hadn't yet served with any.

"Oh, my apologies." Her smile turned friendly, if not fully warm. She still held her guard, though was willing to not be entirely closed off. "Welcome to Marine Country."

"Captain Sinclair, i guess i caught you at a bad time. But, i would like to invite you to dinner at my quarter's no monkey business, just so you know i know you don't trust fleeters but i would like to get to know you a little better when things are not quite as chaotic." Mickey asked nicely but made sure not to make her feel uncomfortable he found her interesting but he wasn't going to push her into an uncomfortable moment

Not sure quite how to respond to that, Brenda opened her mouth, but paused, trying to think of what to say. Was this Lieutenant simply trying to be polite? Or - despite his claims to the contrary - was there an ulterior motive? Taking a moment to reign in the thoughts running away from her, Brenda steered herself away from the assessment. Sometimes, a friend was just a friend. "I wouldn't call it a distrust of Fleeters, just an absence of familiarity." She responded, but inclined her head. "When things do indeed calm down, I shall take you up on the offer."

Mickey just smiled at the idea of hanging out with a beautiful woman. But, for mickey he intends not to make it to were she is uncomfortable, all he wants right now is friendship. Hopefully that she won't mind basics. "Cool, when things do settle down, Captain. I'll make you my Pot Roast. I'll personally cook it in the mess hall, i am a good cook. Well, i hate to make this short but when we have more time will chat more." The two exchanged salutes. "It was nice to meet you, Captain Sinclair" Mickey smiled as the two parted ways. Acting Ensign Aladdin looked back once more and sensed good in her, indeed she would be a true friend.