A New Home

A figure materialised in the transporter room wearing one full stripe on his left collar of a gold shirt. The person was a man in his early thirties. He had his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Another man in his early twenties walked up to the transporter and said, "Specialist Barnes. Captain Devore wishes to see ASAP."

Chris looked around the room and took a deep breath and then saw the young Ensign who was speaking, "Very well, sir. If excuse me then." Barnes walked over to the door and left the USS Leviathan's main transporter room. Immediately he headed for the turbolift and naturally assumed that the Captain was on the Bridge or in ready room.

"Deck one." He said as the turbolift doors shut behind him. It operated.

The turbolift stopped and Chris stepped off and looked around the Bridge taking in all the sights. He had never been on a ship's Bridge before. Noticing that the Captain wasn't there he proceeded to the ready room. "Enter," was ordered after he had pressed the ready room door bell.

Specialist Barnes walked in, stopped just in front of Captain Devore's desk and dropped his duffel bag and stood at attention. "Sir, Specialist Christopher Barnes reporting for duty sir."

Devore sat his desk and studied the figure before him and saw a lean mean young man. Nothing he expected to see after reading his file. "At ease Mister. Let me say this your looks don't reflect at all of your past, Specialist."

Barnes gave look of puzzlement and was not sure how to take it.

"Well your sure a colourful character. Let's see." Devore said as he picked up the PADD and began to thumb through is personnel file. "Ran away from home served on a pirate ship, the Bajoran Militia, and now Starfleet for some twelve years. A few fights with fellow crewmates and young Ensigns ? Tell me why you'll be a valued member of my crew ? It appears to me your trouble, when anyone disagrees with you. Your reply is an upper cut."

Barnes began to say something but was immediately cut off.

"Busted three times for disorderly conduct, conduct unbecoming."

"Yes sir. But let me ex......." Barnes began but was quickly cut off by the a quick, stern look from Devore.

"However Admiral Ross says your battle skills are unmatched and your a valued crewman to have while in the thick of fighting. Well let me tell you like this. I will not have you fighting anyone on my ship and if you do I'll have your butt in a sling. This record is between you, me and my Chief of Security, but if you once and I mean just once get yourself in any kind of mischievous trouble, I will have you escorted to the nearest airlock and jettisoned. Do I make myself clear. Got it."

"Yes sir."

"Now as from this moment on, your record is wiped clean. You will get along and you will contribute to this crew."

"Aye sir."

"Good. Dismissed."

Barnes picked up his bag and headed for the door. "Oh Specialist. Welcome aboard." Devore said with a smile.

"Thank you sir."

* Well he's better then Colonel Borek, but still I had better use this time to get my act together.*