Disciplinary Action: Kurokawa

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OOC Date: April 10, 2011
IC Date: January 14, 2128

Commander Eisley speaks to Lieutenant Commander Kurokawa about the incident in the Fabrication Bay.

The EAV Genesis; XO's Office

Every good office is dominated by a desk and this one is no exception. The XO's desk is almost eight feet across, half that in width, a sheet of black glass that shimmers through with motes of color. Bits of it light up as needed, becoming brilliant controls that respond to a touch and then fade into nothing when not. Behind it sits a high-backed chair, sleek and black. Behind that is a plasma screen that occupies almost the entire wall, pretending to be a window that looks out into space when not otherwise in use. In front of the desk are two smaller chairs, also black though not as imposing. Black is a theme here; there is also a sleek black sofa set against one wall, ruining the perfect linear symmetry of the room. It matches the charcoal color of the carpet, and imposes in hard lines against the ivory walls.

Today the centerpiece of the XO's office is the luminous nebula on display behind her desk. The whole plasma screen - the whole wall, in fact - has been turned into a spectacular panoramic image of the Bubble Nebula, a surreal shape suspended in rich hues of blue and gold, surrounded by countless tiny, brilliant stars. The Commander herself stands in front of it, hands folded in the small of her back, studying it in much the same way that she might look out a window. It is effectively that anyway, even though the ship is nowhere near the point in space so featured. As the door whispers open she turns, looking only a tiny bit expectant.

"I brought Illyanna Shevchenko out of stasis yesterday," Monoko states in a flat, formal tone as she steps into the office. "She's not quite as good with machines as one or two of the others, but she can program circles around them and is the only member of my staff that I don't constantly need to scream at. Just making you aware, sir." She moves and stands next to the chair, waiting to be told that she may sit before doing so. "First Lieutenant L'Anse brought one of his Marines out at the same time. We've filled them in on the current situation."

Eisley gestures at the seat so chosen as though to indicate that sitting is permissible, and after a moment of reflection does likewise, settling into her still-squeaky, higher-backed chair. All of this information is listened to in silence, then acknowledged with a singular nod. "Good. The 48 hour light duty mandate is to be continued on with each individual brought out of stasis; please ensure that Seaman Shevchenko has appropriate time to decompress after stasis, and that she keeps appointments with both doctors before you put her to too much work." However, this is clearly not why she summoned the engineer to her office. She takes a breath. "I understand there was an incident in the fabrication bay."

Mono nods curtly and takes the seat once indicated, hands and forearms resting on the armrests as she sinks back into it in her usual posture - she always looks like a sulking or brooding child when she sits like that, slouched back and defensive. "There was," she confirms simply. "I lost my temper - hardly something new - and for that I will apologize."

In contrast to that, the Commander is mildly neutral, interested without being angry. If anything she is somewhat cold and possibly a little bit sharp, akin to a surgical scalpel brought to bear for precision. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"Not particularly," Monoko states matter of factly, "But I assume the question wasn't so much a question as it was an order, so I will. I was preparing to test the cloaking technology in Fabrication, and miscalculated on the radius for the test. Instead of only cloaking the device within the room, it cloaked the entirety of the ship's interior. It basically killed all of the lights, because at its simplest level, that's what the technology does - it manipulates light. It also overloaded the circuits that the lights are run off of in engineering. It was only after this happened and I was in utter darkness that I became aware of the Gunnery Sergeant even being in the room. He had, apparently, entered through the air ducts completely unannounced and without permission or clearance beforehand. He could have very easily been killed, or worse, damaged my equipment." A sniff. It's easy to tell where Monoko's priorities are. "I, in my usual charming manner, told him that I did not want to hear any sarcastic remarks about the situation or I would be forced to do something unpleasant to him. He then felt the need to brag about the fact that he, a Marine, could easily beat me, a five foot tall female engineer, without even trying. That naturally escalated the conversation in which he made more derogatory comments and insults until I stepped into engineering and sealed the door behind me, then called for the First Lieutenant to come and get him."

Eisley listens without response to this, though she settles back slightly as if to get comfortable. Her elbows come to rest on the arms of the chair and her hands lift, index fingers joining in a steeple while the rest fold neatly together. No interruptions are attempted, and it is not until the close of this that she asks her first question. "Did you tell the Gunnery Sergeant not to report the situation?"

That gets a blink of confusion. "I'm not sure which situation you mean, sir," she answers honestly. "I told him that I didn't want a hear a word about what had just happened, meaning no clever or sarcastic commentary. I suppose it's possible that he may have interpreted that as me telling him to keep silent on the miscalculation in general and its results, but that was not my intention. When I make threats to kick people's testicles up their throats so they spit them out, I'm usually pretty specific about what the threat is regarding. Perhaps he misunderstood, however."

"Ah." This syllable is soft, but still neutral. "Lieutenant Commander, are you aware of the Naval Officers' standard of conduct?" And here we get into the heart of a most unfortunate matter. Eisley's tone shifts, subtly; there is a touch of apparently genuine curiosity here. And why not? Mono is not exactly known for her tact.

Mono smiles calmly, head tilting slightly to one side. "I am, having been placed on disciplinary leave for violating it no less than three times in my short but illustrious career," she answers, still quite matter of fact and honest. "If I may ask you, sir, are you aware of the way that men, especially Marines, treat women in uniform? Particularly those of a higher rank? Resentment, jealousy, hostility, even just a mildly patronizing tone or the need to make clear who is strong and who is weak… I can't imagine that you've gotten to the rank that you have without experiencing it. I was his superior officer, and he was in an area that he had neither clearance nor permission to be in at a time that was highly dangerous. So yes, I lost my temper. I make no excuses for it. It's one of the reasons that I was assigned to this ship. I suppose you could try every method of discipline in the Manual to try and break me of my bad habits, or you could simply make sure that people aren't where they aren't supposed to be at times that they shouldn't be. I know which one will be easier for you."

"…was Gunnery Sergeant Halle hostile and patronizing before or after you threatened to kick his testicles up into his throat?" Eisley lifts an eyebrow, just a touch. Just enough so that the expression is visible. Beyond that there is nothing other than a thin layer of curiosity.

Clenching her jaw just a touch, eyes narrowing, Monoko makes a slight shake of her head that could be missed if one wasn't looking very closely. "Iie," she answers in the Japanese negative, "A touch sarcastic, perhaps, and given the situation his sudden appearance was rather unexpected and jarring. Is it not, however, his job as a subordinate to consider the situation and the immediate effects of his uninvited presence when responding to an officer with whom he has just broken protocol? Or are we now allowed to mouth off to and patronize our superiors when they're upset because we broke protocol?"

Eisley has yet another question, which she asks instead of responding to that one. "Was Gunnery Sergeant Halle aware that the Fabrication Bay was in use or otherwise currently off-limits to him while he was engaging in an authorized security sweep of the ship?" The Commander - at least the on-duty version thereof - has nearly mastered the art of zen calm and it radiates into this inquiry.

"You would have to ask him that, sir," Monoko answers with the same level of calm, though hers is less Zen and more glacial. "I have no idea if he bothers to read procedures and protocols of the ship or would know that entering Fabrication or Engineering unannounced - and via the air duct, no less - is often a about as dangerous as leaving an air lock without a containment suit. I'm not his superior officer, not the one he answers to, at least, so I'm not responsible for what he does and does not know. I do know, for example, that if I needed to come in here and repair your plasma screen I would send you a message alerting you to the fact and not simply drop out of the air duct on you while you're in a confidential meeting with the Captain, say. Some things are just common sense, sir."

"You are not his senior officer, Lieutenant Commander, but you are -a- senior officer." Here, finally, we have what might possibly be the first real bit of chiding that the Commander is going to do. "There are proper ways to respond to circumstances such as this one, and threatening a Marine with bodily injury is not one of them. In fact, -as- a senior officer, threatening is never appropriate. You may explain to a junior officer or member of the enlisted crew the details of official penalties concerning behavior." Testicle kicking is probably not one of these. "Do you understand?"

"So his Drill Sergeant in boot camp can call him a worthless cum receptacle as a friendly greeting, and that's all well and good, but when I'm surprised in the darkness at a highly stressful moment, I need to count to 10 and be nice because I might hurt his delicate sensibilities?" Monoko blinks once. "I have already said that I lost my temper, and I have even said that I apologize for it. I'm not entirely sure what more you want me to say. If you want me to promise that I will never lose my temper in a high stress situation where I'm surprised by someone skulking around in my air ducts, I'm going to disappoint you."

Eisley shakes her head, but only once. "No. However, you are not a drill sergeant, and this is not boot camp. I care precious little about his sensibilities. -Your- behavior has a direct influence on the behavior of everyone beneath you in the chain of command. You are -required- to exercise more self control and adhere to a tighter standard of personal decorum than any enlisted soldier." These words are finally punctuated by expression; some of them are snapped out like whip cracks, sharp but cool. There is still no anger, but there is something hard there, akin to titanium showing through under white silk gloves.

"Fine. Duly noted, sir. Are we done?" Like a 12 year old, this one. There are downsides to being a child prodigy, such as never having a childhood and being perpetually stuck in adolescence as a result.

"No," answers Eisley, who does not respond to that petulance any more than she has to anything thus far. "Effective immediately, I am placing you on 24 hours of suspended duty as a disciplinary action in order to reflect on the consequences of your temper. I am also ordering you to schedule - and keep - an appointment with Dr. Jackson, if you have not already done so." If Mono is going to act like a child, then perhaps she is going to be treated like one. "Dismissed." -Now- they are done.

"And tell me, sir, how long was the suspended duty for the Marine for his own insubordination?" Monoko pushes to her feet as she asks the question, not yet turning to leave.

Eisley doesn't get up, merely taps her fingers together by way of punctuation. All of them. "Disciplinary actions taken against Gunnery Sergeant Halle's behavior are not for discussion," she replies coolly. "No more than yours are. This is also the -first- infraction in his personnel jacket, whereas this is… not …yours. I hope we do not have to revisit this situation, or one like it, again."

"I'm sure we will," Monoko replies simply. "You have read my file. You know my behavior issues. You also know that the amount of stress and grief that I'm under right now is far greater than any that I've been under before. You may as well just put me back in stasis right now, if my losing my temper is going to cause you to suspend me from duty. With all due respect, sir, I am who I am, and I'm here for a reason. If you're more interested in me being nice and sunny than this ship giving you everything it can, it really is your best option."

"I know exactly how much stress and grief you are experiencing." Again those fingers tap together, just once. Eisley straightens up where she sits. "And this is why I am suspending you from duty and -ordering- you to see the ship psychologist. I am not interested in you being sunny and nice; I am wholly concerned about your mental health and the effects that this has on the ship's most sensitive areas as well as its crew." Again the words come, cold and sharp, not hostile but relentless. "We are -all- experiencing high levels of stress and grief. We all have elevated levels of responsibility, and we are -all- being tested beyond what, ordinarily, should be bearable. You are the Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander. If I cannot trust you to exercise some restraint in your behavior, then I will have no choice -but- to have you put on extended suspension until you can be placed back in stasis. Have I made myself clear, Lieutenant Commander?"

"I have never been known for exercising restraint in my behavior," Monoko states simply. "Never. Like I said, if you expect that to change, I'm going to disappoint you. You can either accept me as I am and let me do my job, and accept my apologies when I offer them as I have, or you can put me back in stasis. But sending me to Dr. Jackson is going to do nothing to change my behavior or my temper. Shall I head to stasis, then?"

Eisley doesn't take that bait. "You can head to your quarters," she answers, ever calm, ever cool.

Mono turns without a further word and leaves the office.

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