08-04-2025, 02:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2025, 03:00 AM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
==Ens. Oliver Pearson - Security NRC==
"Well, well..." came a familiar aussie accent from the direction of the just opened complex doors. In strode, in typical cocksure fashion, the blonde-haired, blue eyed human security officer everyone called 'Ollie'.
He dropped a bag of kit, smelling slightly of some sort of medigel and freshly regenerated tissue. He winced slightly as he did so, though he smiled as he stretched his arm, arching it in a circular motion.
He grinned broadly as his eyes rested on Ardanna. It was little secret the man fancied her, but to his credit he had always remained professional and courteous. Ollie might be a bit of a blowhard, more bravado than sense, but he *was* a loyal friend and dedicated officer. He just was one of the rare officers who were capable of turning on and off 'The Starfleet'. As he was known to say, "There's time to piss, and then there's time to piss up. Works best when you don't mix those up." He was experienced though, well acquainted with weapons and tactics, and prepared - he just enjoyed a good joke and good natured banter when down time allowed it.
"Ensign Pearson reporting fit for duty, Sir." He said, the grin still attached squarely to his face. "Reports of my gruesome demise may have been a bit of a furphy." he said, his grin turning a bit sheepish.
Ollie had suffered a fairly egregious wound on the qoH' but seemingly was back to his normal self, and as usual, was eager to be part of whatever was going down.
"Where you need me Svenny?"
==Tag Svenson!==
"Well, well..." came a familiar aussie accent from the direction of the just opened complex doors. In strode, in typical cocksure fashion, the blonde-haired, blue eyed human security officer everyone called 'Ollie'.
He dropped a bag of kit, smelling slightly of some sort of medigel and freshly regenerated tissue. He winced slightly as he did so, though he smiled as he stretched his arm, arching it in a circular motion.
He grinned broadly as his eyes rested on Ardanna. It was little secret the man fancied her, but to his credit he had always remained professional and courteous. Ollie might be a bit of a blowhard, more bravado than sense, but he *was* a loyal friend and dedicated officer. He just was one of the rare officers who were capable of turning on and off 'The Starfleet'. As he was known to say, "There's time to piss, and then there's time to piss up. Works best when you don't mix those up." He was experienced though, well acquainted with weapons and tactics, and prepared - he just enjoyed a good joke and good natured banter when down time allowed it.
"Ensign Pearson reporting fit for duty, Sir." He said, the grin still attached squarely to his face. "Reports of my gruesome demise may have been a bit of a furphy." he said, his grin turning a bit sheepish.
Ollie had suffered a fairly egregious wound on the qoH' but seemingly was back to his normal self, and as usual, was eager to be part of whatever was going down.
"Where you need me Svenny?"
==Tag Svenson!==