Vahlen von Veiz's Office
Rooms normally have personalities, but this one overflows. The decor used is not modern by any means, though it is clean, simple, and to the point -- things arranged in such a fashion as to make most people stop and gawk. Rapiers, swords, and other bladed weapons line the walls, with a potted plant or two placed thoughtfully, likely by the secretary. Plush dark magenta carpet covers the floor from wall to wall. A large wine cabinet with glass doors stands in one of the corners, full of various bottles. A large oak desk is the prominent feature in the room, with a green lamp sitting at the edge next to a flat screen of a computer terminal inserted into the wood. A neat stack of papers, an ash tray, and some data pads are scattered throughout the table. Two cushy chairs sit at angles towards the desk, with a larger corporate chair behind it. The room smells of a mixture of incense, coffee, and probably an expensive cigar. Large windows take up most of the back wall behind the desk, shielded with automated mini-blinds. There's a brand new plaque on the desk that denotes the General's name, matching the one attached to the door outside.
Quientin knocks lightly on the door to the office marked for General Von Veiz, checking the chronometer on his wrist to make sure he has the right time as he awaits a response from within.
Some quiet grumbling is heard from behind the door, then a strange shuffling and thump. A few seconds of quiet pass, then a deep loud voice floats from the office "Enter!"
Quientin reaches slowly forward and opens the door. Slipping within he quickly scans the area as if taking in his surroundings. "Good afternoon sir." he says politely to the person within the room.
Vahlen von Veiz is sitting, or rather reclining in what looks to be a very comfortable leather chair, behind the desk in the center of the room. His feet, clad in amazingly shiny boots, are resting criss-crossed on top of the table, next to a glass filled with honey-brown liquid. The notorious General Vahlen von Veiz stares at the intruder with mild curiosity and annoyance, a quickly melting cigar sticking from the corner of his mouth. The man grunts and nods his head slightly before pulling the cigar out between his thumb and middle finger and adding in a deep voice "Who are you?"
Quientin takes a deep breath and says, "Well sir, I am Quientin Fraeya. I was told to report here today in regards to a position within your technical department." as he speaks he slowly reaches into his breast pocked and pulls out a small data card. Begining to hand it acrossed to you.
Quientin
A short slender man, Quientin stands at the height of 5 feet 5 inches. His appearance is quite unremarkable, with his light brown hair and pale blue eyes. Clad today somewhat differently then is his norm. Wearing a decent suit, though not exactly form fitting and a older looking pair of dress shoes.
Vahlen von Veiz quirks an eyebrow, then frowns in confusion, then takes another puff from his cigar and his face suddenly lights up as the memory returns "Ah yes, I remember!" He waves his left hand at Quientin in refusal, not making a move to get the card. Instead the General looks the man up and down carefully and mumbles quietly, as if speaking to himself "Major Rex Omem got promoted, so he submitted a list of possible successors to his position." Vahlen's eyes meet Quinentin's and he inclines his head slightly to the side "What makes you think you are good enough to be in charge of the whole Maintenance Department?"
Quientin expression turns a bit more serious and says, "Well sir, I can fix pretty much anything smaller then a Capship." he begins looking the General over as well, "As for running the department, well I do have some managerial skills, I have assisted the Lonely Freetrader, My folks vessel, in keeping there books for several years now."
Vahlen von Veiz frowns slightly and leans forward, first taking his feet off the desk. He grabs the glass, sips a bit out of it, then grunts again to clear his throat before speaking "That's all fine and dandy, but do you have any military experience?" The general inhales from the cigar deeply, then reaches out to an ash tray shaped like a small skull and taps on it a few times. The burnt out tobacco falls into the skull as Pfalzgraf von Veiz releases a nifty looking smoke ring. He watches it rise to the ceiling slowly, dissipating along the way, then turns his attention back to Quientin, awaiting the answer patiently.
Quientin says, "Merchant Marines sir, I was in for 2 years. I have been waiting on my application to transfer into ground command here since that time was up."
Vahlen von Veiz hmms and motions with his left hand for Quientin to approach "Sit down, relax... and let me see that card after all." He moves the cigar up to his mouth to take another puff before continuing "Merchant marines, you say? I've heard stories they are a crazy bunch. Fearsome in battle, but totally undisciplined." The general squints his eyes at the applicant, waiting for the reaction to that statement and adds briefly "You think you are ready to be an officer in the Regular army?"
Quientin passes his data card across to the General as he approaches and takes a seat, "Yes sir, they are a pretty wild bunch, though more disciplined then some think. As for do I think I am ready to be a officer in the Regular Army. Yes sir I believe I have the skills necessary to do so."
Vahlen von Veiz simply mumbles "Uh huh.." as he slides the card into the computer terminal embedded into his desk. The screen lights up, casting an eerie green light on the General's face, who in turn squints his eyes while reading Quientin's record. The cigar is jammed in the side of his mouth and a thin trail of smoke rises to the ceiling as it melts slowly. As he reads, Vahlen's eyebrows raise more and more in surprise and he begins to mumble to himself "...lieutenant... bravery in action... battle of Kashkabash... invented better swoop propulsion... inventor of mark III blaster rifle..." Pfalzgraf von Veiz mumbles some more, then gets bored and turns back to Quientin, commenting with a hint of respect in his voice "Quiet an impressive background."
Quientin face remains expressionless as the General reads over his background, his eyes watching the General the whole while. "Thank you sir." he says as the General finishes his assessment, "I do my best."
Vahlen von Veiz pulls out the data chip from the computer and the screen goes dark. He slides the chip back toward Quientin and pulls a cigar out of his mouth "You certainly have a worthy background, however I would feel..." the General pauses, searching for the proper word "...uneasy if I made you a department chief right way. However..." He lifts up his finger to support his argument "..I will give you the benefit of the doubt. I will make you Acting Chief of Maintenance Command, with a rank of Captain. If you do a good job, your appointment will turn permanent with the full rank of Major that accompanies it." Vahlen leans back in his chair, making sure to grab the glass from his desk first, and asks quietly "Deal?"
Quientin nods and smiles, "I couldn't really ask for more sir. You won't be sorry for giving me the chance." he extends his hand across the table to shake the Generals hand, "When do I report to duty sir? and where."
Vahlen von Veiz grins at the offered hand and reaches forward to shake it firmly. When he releases the handshake, he pulls the cigar out of his mouth and ahems "You are on duty as of now. Find the quartermaster on officers' quarters floor for a living assignment. Uniforms are currently been remade, so you can parade around in whatever looks good, just make sure you attach the rank insignia to your collar." The General leans back in his chair again and smiles pleasantly "Welcome to the best Army in the Galaxy, Captain Fraeya."
Quientin stands quickly at attention and salutes, "Thank you sir."
Vahlen von Veiz just smiles again and nods "That is all, Captain. Have a good day."
Quientin leaves Vahlen von Veiz's Office.