Troy Rising 3 - The Hot Gate (11 page)

“Uh…yes,” Diaz said, for once non-plussed. He grabbed the safety bar and pulled himself into micro much more cautiously.

Dana took a small perverse pleasure from puncturing the phlegmatic NCO’s attitude. She’d appreciated his greeting her as a positive, as compared to the constant negative attitude she’d encountered from even the Americans in the 143rd. By the same token, he seemed to think she was some sort of glass doll or something. Or a brainless Barbie. It wasn’t direct, probably wasn’t even conscious, but he tended to be a bit condescending. As if, with a dancing bear, it was not so much that she could do engineering well as that she was a girl who could do engineering.

Dana wasn’t sure she could ever get the Latins to accept her as simply “a guy with tits” as Chief Barnett put it. But she also wasn’t going to be condescended to. There might be better pilots and engineers in the 143rd but she fully intended to be one of the best.

She stopped at Twenty-Three and looked around. The other three boats in “her” division didn’t seem to be occupied nor were they out of dock.

“Where’s the rest of the crew?” she asked.

“Participating in training,” Diaz said. “Leonidas, authorization code four-one-eight-seven-nine-alpha. EM2 Dana Parker assigned NCOIC Division Two, Bravo Troop. Shuttle Twenty-Three primary engineer.”

“EM2 Dana Parker assigned NCOIC Division Two, Bravo Troop, aye. Assigned Shuttle Twenty-Three primary engineer, aye. Authorized entry, inspection and repair shuttles twenty-one through twenty-four, aye. Welcome to the 143rd, Comet Parker.”

“Thank you, Leonidas,” Dana said, keying open the hatch.

“What are you doing?” Diaz asked.

“Starting my inspection of the craft, EM?” Dana said.

“Now?” Diaz seemed surprised even shocked.

“That would be my normal action at this point, EM,” Dana said, wrinkling her brow. “Do you have an alternate requirement, EM?”

“I was going to introduce you to the rest of your division,” Diaz said. “I assumed you’d like to meet them.”

“Very well, EM,” Dana said, closing the outer hatch on the shuttle. “Lead on.”

* * *

“This is the quarters of Vila and Palencia,” Diaz said, opening the door again without knocking.

They’d changed out of their suits on the way. Generally that was done in quarters. Dana had had to use the Engineering office while Megdanoff made himself scarce. She definitely needed quarters in the squadron area.

Dana, now that she had legal permissions as NCOIC of the Division, had accessed the basic personnel files for her team. According to the records, Dario Palencia was an Engineer’s Mate Third Class and Cruz Vila was an Engineer First Class assigned to Twenty-One and Twenty-Two respectively. The other two members were Ricardo Sans, an Engineer’s Apprentice and Diego Velasquez, Engineer Recruit. It was, from her experience, a pretty good mix. Palencia had about a year’s less experience than she did, and all of it as an engineer which was to the good. Both he and Vila had been engineers in the action at Station Two during the Eridani incursion and Palencia had picked up a NavCom, Naval Commendation Medal, with V device for valor.

All Dana had gotten out of the same action—even after getting a boat back to the Troy with half her thrusters knocked out by a near miss from a missile—was a transfer.

The only person in the quarters, though, was Vila who appeared to be asleep. He probably wasn’t accessing training materials since he was snoring.

“Where’s Dario?” Diaz asked.

“Don’t know, sir,” Vila said, rolling out of his rack. “He said he had something to pick up.”

Dana boggled again, not so much at the casual attitude as at the use of “sir.” NCO’s were addressed by their rate, not “sir” which was reserved for officers. Then she realized that Vila was using Spanish, naturally, and the actual word used was “senor.” It still was odd and even uncomfortable.

“Send him a message and tell him he needs to get down here to meet the new division engineering NCOIC,” Diaz said. “And you’re supposed to be studying, not sleeping.”

“Yes, sir,” Vila said, rubbing his eyes. The Engineer First Class was in the “short” category and had a distinctly “Incan” look. Taking a quick look at his dossier again, Dana saw he was from Ecuador. She tried to ignore that the room was trashed.

“This is Engineer’s Mate Second Class Parker,” Diaz said. “She’s your new division chief engineer.”

“Hello,” Vila said, blinking in surprise. “We weren’t expecting someone so good looking.”

“And I wasn’t expecting a full crew of engineers,” Dana said. She’d half way been expecting the compliment and ignored it. “According to your records you performed ably in the battle of Station Two. I look forward to working with you.”

“Thank you,” Vila said, shaking her hand a bit too warmly. “Feel free to stop by any time.”

“Oh, you can be sure I’ll be dropping by,” Dana said, smiling fatuously. She was starting to get a feel for how this was going to go. She wasn’t so sure that her natural reaction—which was to kick their ass in every possible way—was the right response.

“Palencia’s probably over at that damned mall,” Diaz growled as he closed the hatch. “I’ll talk to him about it.”

Dana accessed the watch schedule for the division and found that it simply said “Training and Maintenance” for most of the cycles over the next week.

“What sort of training are they doing, EM?” Dana asked, curiously. There wasn’t even a note on what specific training was to be done.

“Studying for qualifications, of course,” Diaz said.

“Ah,” Dana said, noncommittally. Studying for quals was done on your own time, not “work” time, in the 142nd. And, as far as she could determine, every other US Navy unit.

Since the shuttles required nearly constant maintenance to keep them in top shape, she was starting to get the drift of why the 143rd was constantly deadlined.

“Sans and Velasquez are over here,” Diaz continued, opening the hatch across the corridor.

This time at least the two engineers were awake but they appeared to be playing a video game. The were at least using their plants so they were getting some training in those.

“No! Go to the left…” Sans said.

“It’s covered!”

“Hey!” Diaz snapped. “Don’t you get to your feet when a superior enters the room?”

“Sorry, EM!” Sans said, opening his eyes and jumping to his feet. Velasquez was even quicker, bouncing up with his eyes still closed as he shut down the game.

“This is Engineer’s Mate Parker, your new NCOIC,” Diaz snapped.

“Hello,” Sans said, nodding politely. Velasquez just gulped and nodded.

“Hello,” Dana said, smiling. “I’m sure we’ll get along great. EM, you probably have other duties. Why don’t you leave me to get to know my division?”

“Very well,” Diaz said. “For obvious reasons, I think you’ll need to keep the hatch open when you’re in rooms with the male personnel.”

“Regulation Four-One-Six-Three-Zebra states that air-tight hatches are to be closed at all times unless in immediate use, EM,” Dana said, smiling sunnily. “I’ll keep plants on record. Since I can delete but not modify the recordings, they’ll serve as an adequate record, EM. And general guideline is that a person of the opposite sex is not to be alone with a member of the opposite sex unless off-duty, EM.”

“And I think that you’ll find that larger groups will simply cause more talk, Engineer’s Mate,” Diaz said, sternly.

“Not for long, EM,” Dana said, smiling still. “Regulations are, after all, regs.”

“We’ll discuss this at another time,” Diaz said. “As you said, perhaps you should get to know your division.”

“Thank you, Engineer’s Mate,” Dana said, still smiling. “I think we’ll step over to the other quarters, though, to get to know one another. I think a foursome is, at least for the time being, beyond most people’s imagination.”

Diaz grunted, nodded and left.

* * *

“He’s a real hard ass,” Sans said. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Do you think so?” Dana said, smiling. “Let me tell you what a hard ass is. This is a verbal counsel statement to you both. It’s recorded but internal for this moment. If I ever catch you playing video games, or engaging in any other form of entertainment that interferes with your duties, during duty hours again I will give you a written counseling statement. The time after that, you will have a Captain’s Mast under Article 92, Failure To Obey an Order or General Regulation. Did you understand this verbal counseling statement?”

“What?” Sans asked. Velasquez just gulped.

“This is duty hours,” Dana said, still smiling if thinly. Her eyes weren’t. “During duty hours I suppose that you may engage in preparation for standards tests. But playing video games is not such a preparation. Possibly if you were Marines. Since you’re Naval boats engineers, definitely not training. Duty hours are for working. When you are off duty, you can play games. Did you understand that?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sans said.

“The correct form of address is ‘Yes, EM’ or ‘I understand, EM,’ ” Dana said. “A surly ‘Yeah, sure’ is not sufficient. Start over. Do you understand that you are being verbally counseled not to engage in entertainment during duty hours?”

“Yes, EM,” Sans said, his jaw flexing.

“ER Velasquez, do you understand this counseling statement?” Dana asked.

“Yes, EM,” Velasquez replied.

“Excellent,” Dana said, still smiling. “This counseling session is closed. Let us proceed to the EM’s quarters so we can get to know each other.”

* * *

Palencia still hadn’t showed up when they crossed the corridor.

“Did you send him a message?” Dana asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Vila said. “He said he’d be here in a while.”

“Ah,” Dana said. “Grab some seats. I have a call to make.”

She mentally pulled up Palencia’s file and sent a message. When it didn’t pick up she sent a priority override which permitted her, as Palencia’s NCOIC, to open up his plant for a message.

“Palencia, this is Engineer’s Mate Second Class Dana Parker, your new NCOIC,” Dana commed. “What is your current position?”

“Uh, Parker…” Vila said. “Were you going to say something?”

Dana just held up a hand and pointed to her head.

“What?” Palencia responded. “Who?”

“This is the new NCOIC for your division. You were messaged to present yourself so we could get to know each other. What is your position at this time?”

“I’m…on my way back.”

“Be aware of three things. The first is that lying to a superior is an offense against the UCMJ. The second is that, as your immediate superior, I can ask Leonidas for your location at any time. The third is that during duty hours unless specifically authorized you are to be in duty areas at all times. Failure to do so is another violation of UCMJ. You can get anywhere in duty areas in five minutes. So you have five minutes to present yourself at your quarters after which you will be considered absent without leave. Do you understand these requirements?”

“I’m on my way. It may be more than five minutes.”

“Take your time,” Dana commed. “I’m so enjoying my first day here.”

“I was comming Palencia,” Dana continued, audibly. Palencia was the next most senior person in the unit. She knew better than to, effectively, chew his ass in front of the others. “He’s on his way. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Vila said. He’d caught the frozen expressions of the other two engineers.

“To cover a few things, which I’ll cover privately with Palencia when he arrives,” Dana said. “I’m pretty unfamiliar with Latin American culture. But in my culture, there’s a saying. The teacher is no smiles before Christmas and all smiles after Christmas. I don’t see it as the duty of the newly transferred personnel to fix the One-Four-Three, so don’t take this as some sort of global negative. And I’ve been told that it’s best to befriend my team. That it works better with your culture. I’m not really good at that and I don’t see where it enhances our mission. Our mission is simple. Our shuttles deliver the mail. We may deliver parts or supplies or the rubble of destroyed ships. We may deliver mail. We may deliver Marines, express, to an enemy ship. But we deliver the mail. There is no excuse, there is no ‘close enough,’ there is no wriggle room. If the boats aren’t functioning, we can’t deliver the mail and we have failed in our mission.

“I have reviewed your personnel files. I’m sure in time we’ll all talk about where we’re from, what we miss about home, what we think about the latest TV show. But for right now, the only thing I care about is whether we can deliver the mail. Do you understand?”

“Yeah…” Vila said, then gulped at her expression.

“The correct response to that question is… Sans?”

“ ‘Yes, EM’ or ‘I understand, EM,’ ” Sans said.

“So, Vila, try it again,” Dana said, smiling. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, EM,” Vila said, his eyes wide.

“Then we have a beginning,” Dana said, smiling more broadly. “So, what is the status of your boat, Vila?”

“It’s running,” Vila said, shrugging.

“According to records, it has not had a sixty and ninety day maintenance schedule,” Dana said. “Since the only way to know if everything is running, is to run the maintenance schedule then, in fact, you don’t know if it’s running.”

“It can undock and fly, Parker,” Vila said.

“That is not the definition of ‘running’ for either the Alliance Navy or, more specifically, me, Vila,” Dana said. “Why have you not performed the sixty and ninety day maintenance?”

“I don’t have time!” Vila said. “We’ve got to study for these tests, too, you know!”

“Which you can do in your own time,” Dana replied. “But since it’s apparently on the training schedule, absent challenge from higher, the current schedule for this division is six hours per day on the boats with two hours in quarters for study. And it will be study. And this is how we’re going to work it. Every Friday we’ll have a test of specific items from the general standards sheets. These will be announced on Monday. Absent successful tests of knowledge of task, condition and standard, we will commence retraining beginning at end of duty hours on Friday and continue until all personnel show a fundamental grasp of task condition and standard.”