<div class="floatright">(http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsL/64288.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>First Lieutenant Gunner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck 4, Quarters ---> CO's Briefing Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Slightly miffed at being assigned NCO quarters when he was clearly a commissioned officer but he didn't make a stink. Jack quickly learned that in the military the squeaky wheel doesn't get the grease. Instead the squeaky wheel gets put in a box far away where no one will ever hear it. So he took his room with a grain of salt, just happy to have some place to stay at least. His roommate hadn't shown up yet so he took the liberty of decorating his half of the living area with various knick knacks he had collected.  One of those included a<em>Bat'leth</em>that was given to him on the wedding by Katilla's father. Running around happy to be out of his cage was Spot, his Jack Russel which was a gift from his CO when he left for Starfleet Security.<br/><br/>Jack stood in front of the mirror fixing his collar, after the Captain's announcement of the scheduled inbrief he received a message from the late CSO. It was simple enough Jack being the second in command of Security would have to stand in for the CSO. It wasn't sometime he was thrilled about because a lot of eyes would be on him. Literally he would be the small fish in the big fish's pond. Every move would be noticed and it all left an impression. That impression would affect any chances at advancement. Worst of it was he would be in the biggest fishes cross hairs, the Captain. Dusting off some pet hair he looked himself over in the mirror.<br/><br/>The standard Starfleet uniform was a bit tight for him. It clung loosely to him showing off the muscles that the Marine had gained from his time aboard. Gold undershirt was something that he wasn't used to, the color seemed so jarring to him after all those years of forest green. Mind you forest green was still there but it was a simple line down his trousers. That allowed anyone to know that he was still a Marine but simply transferred for now. Tugging down the sleeves he winked at Spot,<br/><br/>"Time to knock 'em dead"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a nervous walk through the corridors and awkward rides in a turbo lift. Made worse by the fact he was now in senior staff territory. As he walked through the upper decks it was like walking through a minefield. Stiff and rigid he made sure each move was calculated and proper, this was his first assignment. Impressions were crucial if he wanted to make it further in this career. Taking a deep breath he stood before the rooms door and stepped through. Looking among the officers he noticed the XO,Captain and CMO so far had arrived. Snapping to attention as the door slid shut with a hiss,<br/><br/>"First Lieutenant Gunner, standing in for the CSO ma'am!" A crisp salute followed while keeping his eyes on the wall behind her.<br/><br/>