Warrant Officer "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]
Lt. Smythe, Instructor, [NPC]

Stardate: 58204.13 1300

Dr. Alyssa Northrop stood in one of the Turbolifts on the Space Station Qul Tuq. She was due to meet her training officer any time now....the Maquis were requiring her to attain a rank before she'd be allowed to serve in any capacity other than a barmaid on one of their starships. Apparently, she'd have to pass a test before she was given any sort of rank. Alyssa didn't particularly care about rank....only that she be allowed to serve...to get her family out of the Federation. Her brother Robert was already a member of the Maquis fleet...but he couldn't help her here. She was a Civilian....despite her somewhat unique talents. So today she would take this test. It was to be administered in the Ward Room. Alyssa found it with minimal trouble...entered and took her seat, waiting for her Training Officer to appear.

Lieutenant Smythe entered the Ward room. "Hello, Dr. Northrop. I understand that you have applied to be granted a Warrant in the Maquis Fleet." Smythe sat down and began scrolling through a PADD. She nodded, "Yes...I applied for to become a Warrant Officer." Looking down at her own PADD, she fiddled with the sylus....hoping she wasn't about to get run through the ringer.

"It does appear that you have completed the necessary Academy work." Smythe put the PADD down. "Why are you seeking to become a Warrant Officer?"

Again Alyssa nodded, "Yes....I took the training courses. And the reason I want to get on a ship is so I can try to rescue my family. Starfleet is holding them....and I don't appreciate that." She had a look on her face that spoke of how determined she was to see that through.

Smythe was concerned about her motivation. "You do understand that if we grant you a warrant that we are not agreeing to launch any sort of rescue mission," he asked.

She nodded, "I understand that, sir."

"I see, and you are prepared to follow all Maquis regulations as well as any order given to you by a superior?"

"Yes....I'll follow the rules." In most things, she hated taking orders from others....but in this....she'd grit it out....

Smythe nodded and picked up his PADD.

She watched this man for a moment, wondering what he was thinking. "I was told there would be some kind of testing?"

"You have been tested on what you need to know while taking the academy classes and it appears that you have completed the coursework to earn your Warrant Officer status. You will not need to take another test until you are ready to be certified as a Chief Warrant Officer." Smythe could see no reason to deny her.

"Very well, everything appears to be in order. You hare hearby granted the rank of Warrant Officer." Smythe slid a small black box across the table. Inside it were her rank insignias. "Congratulations."

"Thank you, Sir." She opened the box and looked at the insignia. It killed her that she'd have to wear a uniform.

"The USS Zion will be returning to this station shortly. You are to report to Captain Ian Hunter for assignment."

"Sir...may I ask what my assignment will be on board the Zion? Or has that not been decided yet?" Alyssa was curious.....wondering what she'd have to do.

"According to your profile, your specialty is in covert operations. You will be assigned to their intel department."

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