Star Trek: Starbase 777 - xo-ready-room

Styre walked into the ready room, PADD in his hand against his torso as he moved around the desk and sat down. He was awaiting the operations manager, one of the few senior staff that he has yet to meet, despite his time aboard.

As he was expected and let in, he strolled in and looked at Styre. Ah, a Vulcan. He gave the man a respectful Vulcan ta'al (hand sign) and nodded. "Commander Styre. I'm Lieutenant Keventh Karvak, chief ops abord this ship," the young Romulan replied in a strong voice. "Reporting in for our initial meeting."

Styres eyes looked up at the Lieutenant; he then returned the Vulcan salute. He gave a quick nod, motioning yo the seat. “Greetings, Lieutenant. Have a seat” he replied stoically.

He took a seat and folded his hands in his lap. “How’re you, Commander?”

Styre set his PADD on the desk and rested his hands and elbows on the desk as well. “I am fine, Lieutenant. Yourself?”

“I’m doing okay, sir. So- is this a general meet and greet or something?” He asked with a brow furrowed.

”I would not waste my time on such trivial matters. You’re the ships operations officer, thus I find it pertinent to talk with you”

"Ah, alright. As is logical. What do you have to discuss with me, sir?" He repositioned himself in his seat, scratching an itch on his nose. He was mostly calm.

"I wish to know who you are and your background in leadership, Lieutenant." he said plainly, turning the computer to face him as he looked over it.

"I am a Romulan from Deckers, Colorado. I have experience in leadership from my previous postings, mostly heading transporter crews. My last posting was as an assistant chief," he said with a small smile. His accent was mellow and smooth. "I do have extensive knowledge about leadership and I am good with transporter systems and beyond. What exactly do you wish to know, though, sir?"

Styres eyes looked up to match Karvaks face, he seemed rather stoic. “What made you decide Starfleet, and what made you choose the path of operations over any other?”

"Starfleet? I wished to follow in my mother's footsteps and... be like the great transporter operators in history. Operations... well, I am a pacifist. I figured I'd be doing the most technical good in operations plus getting to deal with comms and general repair work. Making sure people have their quarters..." He replied, voice quipping up and down in an explanation.

He nodded, his face and vocal tone remaining unchanged in their entirety. “Why not engineering?” he asked, probing the Lieutenant slightly, wondering how he would respond.

“Cause Ops deals with more of the general ship side of things and I was never all too good with engines,” he replied. He didn’t care for the lack of tone changes. Floyd looked like a Vulcan so it was expected. The hair was unusual but he paid it no mind, it would be rude to ask.

Styre led his eyes away from Karvak and towards the computer. “Your service record; what was your last posting and position?”

“The Kanata. I was assistant chief ops on that ship,” he said.

He looked at the computer again and then back towards Karvak. “How long did you serve in that capacity?”

“One year, sir,” he replied calmly. He scratched his neck. “If I may ask you, how long have you been a first officer for?”

”This is my first posting in this position, Lieutenant.” He gave a nod, not giving an exactly timeframe.

"Alright," he replied with a small nod. He awaited the next question from Styre, not knowing any conversational paths to take in this professional setting.

“Do you believe you’re competent and fit for your position, Lieutenant?” he inquired, eyeing Karvak directly as he inquired.

"Yessir, definitely. This is all I've wanted... so far in life. I'll do my job well," he said with a smile, enthusiasm in his voice. He certainly believed that he could do it, confidence. He knew his abilities. "Do you believe that I am competent and fit?" He asked.

“This is your only desire in life? Interesting” *he commented, looking towards Karvak. “I have no doubts as to your competency, Lieutenant.L

"Well, one of my chief desires. I appreciate your assessment, sir," he checked his futuristic smartwatch, a notification that someone was reporting in to him. "Ah, Commander. I have someone that requires my services..."

He gave a quick nod. “You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”

"Aye. Peace and long life, Commander," he rose and stood at attention before pausing again. "Will there be a followup meeting?"

”I do not see any reason, unless you do, Lieutenant?” he tilted his head, looking towards Karvak.

"No, no... not at all. It was nice meeting you, sir," he said, concluding the meeting. He left.