The tail end of a.. discussion in the U.S.S. Robau's Ready Room, roughly 0800 hours.Quote:
"Permission to speak candidly, sir?"
"Granted."
"You coddle your crew. You treat them like they are above reproach. You let them get away with things no Captain should allow. That is why we do not get along with your crew. That is why we are frustrated. I admit, we are not entirely innocent in the matter. But we are not exclusively at fault, Captain. I ask that you consider this."
Captain Buchanan ran a hand across his stubbled dome, shifting his jaw to the side and back, considering. For a moment, it looked as if the Commander was going to continue speaking, but Jack raises a hand in a halting motion. Commander Ahmadi looked a little confused, but didn't press any further.
"Dismissed, Commander Ahmadi. I'll take what you've said under consideration.”
“I.. Yes. Captain."
Commander Ahmadi slipped out, and Jack slouched in his chair, rubbing his scruffy beard in silence. He glanced across his desk, resisting the urge to distract himself with wedding plans or miscellaneous reading, an act that took no small amount of effort on his part.
He let out a sigh. Ahmadi was right, at least partially. He had been lax. He, and most of the former crew of the Dresden- they'd together through two ships; through thick and thin- hell, they had faced Armageddon together. They were like family. They were tight-knit. He treated them like they were above reproach because.. in his mind, they were above reproach; therein laid the issue.
Jack pinched his brow, leaning his head back, resting his neck on the chair's cushion. It was something he had to deal with, and soon.
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Around 1400 hours, on the bridge of the U.S.S. Robau.
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Jack adjusted his posture, resulting a little bit of a squeak from the admittedly rather comfortable leather chair. His hand drifted down, to the left, tapping a command into the interface. Broadcast, ship-wide. He started to enter his command code, making a brief misstep, forgetting- new ship, new codes. He straightened his back, offering a brief glance around the bridge, before finally tapping the ‘broadcast’ command.
“Crew, this is your Captain speaking. A matter has been brought to my attention- something I need to address.”
The ensign at the ship's helm turned his head, looking to the Captain, quietly perking an eyebrow. Jack's eyes flicked over to the stocky, auburn-headed young man for just a moment. One of the Robau's original crew- Ensign Burke.
“While a rough transition was to be expected, this.. this row- has gone on long enough. A ship cannot function divided.”
He rubbed his beard. “Starting today, you- all of you- will start treating each other with respect and with tact. If you do not, you will be removed from this crew. We are professionals, not children. Starfleet Officers. That means a lot of things, but most importantly of all, it means that we're damned good at putting our differences aside and getting the job done, understand?"
"You will work together, as one crew, or you will not serve on my ship. You will treat each other with respect, or you will not serve on my ship."
Jack paused to take a breath, and, hopefully, to allow what he's said to sink in.
"On a related note, starting today, I will tolerate no disrespect or insubordination from any of you. It doesn't matter how long we've served together, or what you think of me. I am not your pal. I am not your kindly father figure. I am not here to coddle you. I am your captain, and you will treat me with respect, or you will not serve on my ship."
"If you have any questions, concerns, or criticism, please, do not hesitate to bring them up with me. However, if you are, for whatever reason, incapable of acting with the level of professionalism and tact expected of Starfleet Officers, then file a transfer, and get the hell off my ship."
He tapped a command intp the interface on his command console, between his chair and his first officer's, ending the ship-wide broadcast. He then paused for a moment, before looking back about the room.
Judging by the looks he was receiving, he had gotten his point across just fine.