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Post by connorw on May 4, 2018 11:01:23 GMT
Personnel File: Geoffrey Gutey
Vital Statistics
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Name: Geoffrey William Gutey
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Date of Birth: 24 November
Height (ft): 6'0
Weight (lb): 176
Physical Description -------------------------
Well built, with an average muscular tone. Blue eyes, one small circle-shaped tattoo discreetly placed near his heart.
Family & Personal History --------------------------------
Born in Mars Colony, Sol System, he spent 2 years in Vulcan during his youth before moving to Earth to join Starfleet Academy.
His parents moved to San Francisco to support him during his time as a Cadet, however Geoffrey often travelled back to Mars Colony to visit his friends.
No siblings.
He considers family matters to be a very private topic that he reluctantly discusses with other people.
During his childhood, his uncle Michael Gutey died in mysterious circumstances after being recruited by Section 31. As such, he expressed his hatred towards that organization ever since.
Has a close friendship with Zack Mapel, now a painter, met during his first years of secondary school. Despite the different locations and career choices, they still frequently communicate to this day.
Divorced Lieutenant Rachel McElliott after leaving the USS Penelope.
Education -------------------
Starfleet Academy, specialized in Engineering and Science. Graduated first of his class with multiple commendations.
Medical History -------------------
Two small scars on the back obtained during the Battle of Echidna IV. Patient refused the procedure for removal.
Service Record ------------------
10009.12 Assigned to Engineering, USS Penelope
10011.24 Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade
10101.04 Promoted to Lieutenant
10101.04 Assigned as Chief Engineer, USS Penelope
10105.09 Awarded the Starfleet Medal of Honour for “outstanding courage in the line of duty”
10105.16 Promoted to Lieutenant Commander
10108.24 Granted request for an Extended Leave of Absence for “personal matters”
11805.04 Assigned as Chief Engineer, USS Zorya
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Post by aoibheni on May 4, 2018 12:45:01 GMT
There's so much good fodder in here. Can't wait to see what the crew make of Geoff.
The Vulcan connection is particularly intriguing to me.
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Post by Einar on May 4, 2018 14:11:47 GMT
color me excited !
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Post by Chris H on May 4, 2018 20:34:43 GMT
Oh, joy more paperwork for Cordan. Welcome to the Zorya. It is going to be interesting to have you onboard.
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Post by connorw on May 9, 2018 12:14:37 GMT
COMMENCING LOG
A New Beginning (takes place before the 07/05/18 sim session)
Stardate 11805.09
Shuttlepod Lucas docked aboard the USS Zorya after a long, but necessary trip. The ship's docking bay was barely operational due to the heavy damage suffered during the Federation ship's last dramatic battle in which Captain Jiang paid the ultimate price. After a difficult manual landing procedure, dodging debris and other obstacles, Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Gutey stepped outside the small craft to re-enter a world he had abandoned for several years.
He'd never think he would join another starship's crew again after the USS Penelope, but Starfleet thought that the situation of the Zorya was desperate, and they needed to bring an experienced engineer over there at the earliest. Gutey wasn’t at all happy after he found out his Extended Leave of Absence that he obtained after struggling with Starfleet Command for months had been rescinded. But he was still a Starfleet officer, and he would never resign, not when the situation was this critical. He had no choice but to carry on, trying to channel some of that Vulcan patience he had the chance to admire during part of his youth.
Officially, that was the main reason he had to go through with it.
His daydreaming momentarily distracted him from the fact that no officer was waiting for him on the deck. And rightfully so: a quasi-apocalyptic scenario appeared in front of him when the shuttle’s doors opened, with fires, pieces of the ceiling and other equipment sprawled across the entire deck. He could see a couple of crewmembers struggling to reach a particularly damaged section, while a young man lied on the floor screaming for help that was luckily on his way, thanks to a nurse that had been presumably dispatched minutes before Gutey’s arrival. The scenery was adorned by a blood red tint that characterised the “red alert” lights the Commander was well familiar with, meshed with the orangey highlights of the fire.
He approached the turbolift at a hurried pace and asked the computer to bring him to Main Engineering. It looked obvious to him that it was no time for presentations and there was a lot of work to do. If the ship would still be in one piece by the time he got there…
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Post by aoibheni on May 9, 2018 15:55:02 GMT
I love the image of Gutey surrounded by total chaos here. Total baptism of fire, and something tells me this won't be the last time he finds himself in the centre of a Zoryan catastrophe.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on May 9, 2018 17:54:59 GMT
Every engineers nightmare, and dream come true. What better way to prove your meddle than to be thrust into such a scenario. Good luck sir. Very well done.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2018 12:53:13 GMT
Excellent, I can't wait to read more!
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Post by connorw on May 14, 2018 12:26:07 GMT
COMMENCING SUPPLEMENTAL LOG Stardate 11805.14 (takes place during the 7 May 2018 sim session)
What was happening in the Shuttle Bay was just a peek of the overall situation of the Zorya, and Main Engineering wasn’t that much different. Without the guidance from a senior member of staff, the section appeared shambolic, with the crew scrambling in every direction in a chaotic attempt to restore the ship’s vital systems. Gutey’s timely arrival was the deus ex machina that made everyone on the deck breathe a sigh of relief. The new Chief Engineer knew that there was much to do, and one of the first things he wanted to accomplish was a total reorganization of the team: the duty assignments, the shifts, the equipment, even the breaks. He wanted to rearrange everything up to the smallest details, something he strived to do everywhere he served. But this wasn’t the right time as the ship was still very much in the middle of an emergency. He had to carry on with what he had at disposal, at least for the moment, and he decided that the best course of action was to give simple orders as to not overwhelm the inexperienced officers with unessential instructions.
During his brief speech of encouragement and introduction, he could get a glimpse of the overall status of the people working in engineering. Most showed clear signs of tiredness, some looked exhausted, but none looked demoralized, and that was the most important aspect to the Commander. Whether that was due to his arrival or not, it didn’t matter. Gutey could see in their eyes that they would have made a fine crew.
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Post by Einar on May 15, 2018 7:12:32 GMT
great log! I am very excited to get to know Gutey
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Post by connorw on May 21, 2018 17:19:55 GMT
COMMENCING LOG Stardate 11805.21
Now that most of the damage to the critical systems had been repaired, Gutey could finally take a breather after an almost non-stop run going from one ship system to another. He knew that the Zorya and the Chiron were still in possible danger from the Maquis of course, but at that point, thanks also to the efficiency of the damage control teams, he felt that he could allow himself the luxury of a couple of hours’ worth of sleep.
In reality, when the computer’s alarm resonated in his ears, Geoffrey couldn’t really tell if he really had fallen asleep, or for how long. He hated to leave unfinished business, and he loathed the thought of the ship not being in a state of peak efficiency. The vicious circle that gripped him was still a better alternative than receiving his first official order from the Chief Medical Officer forcing him to go to his quarters anyway. That wouldn’t have been the first of his career, but he’d decided to reserve his first time aboard the Zorya for another time.
“Tea, English breakfast,” he ordered the replicator near his bed. The all-too-familiar taste of that beverage never bored the Lieutenant Commander who slowly took sips from his cup in between getting dressed in a fresh uniform. When his quick and unoriginal ritual ended, he picked up a PADD and started noting down what he observed from the crew during the repair works, and most importantly the changes that he wanted to make as soon as the mission ended. He went to his desk and activated his terminal while gently placing the now-empty cup of tea beside him.
“Computer, show me the engineering crew manifest, please.” The screen refreshed in less than a second after his command, showing the requested list, sorted alphabetically, on the right side of the screen, while the rest was dedicated to a small sized picture of the selected crew member, followed by their entire history. Gutey was interested in two aspects in particular: specialty and personality. The first was easily accessible by looking at their record, and it allowed him to appropriately assign the crew to their most competent sector. However, Gutey also didn’t want people that could perform only one duty and neglect the rest. He didn’t want a compartment to be frozen during an emergency just because one person became unavailable for any reason. This is why the new CEO was intent on organizing, beside the standard pattern that would exploit each one’s specializations, a series of semi-randomized shift assignments that would intentionally put the crew in roles in which they would find difficulties or that they had limited knowledge of. In the long run, Gutey anticipated mainly two benefits from this idea, the first being an overall improvement in the general engineering knowledge of everyone, with the second being the increased focus on teamwork: he wanted people to ask questions, be curious, and never refrain from asking for help if needed. Ambition was the key for a great Starfleet officer in his opinion, and he would keep pressing on his philosophies in every ship he served.
[Notes: this log was slightly rushed, so apologies for any typos and the rather abrupt ending]
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Post by Nola on May 21, 2018 18:33:05 GMT
Nicely done, Connor. I think Gutey's gonna fit in nicely around here
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Post by connorw on Jul 4, 2018 11:42:01 GMT
COMMENCING LOG Stardate 11807.04
Many years ago
Silence.
The world around Gutey felt cold. Blank.
The school’s room certainly didn’t help to argue against his feelings: everything was painted in two very similar shades of beige, devoid of any hint of artistical expression, or even a faint attempt of creating a more enjoyable atmosphere. The architecture was purely logical, emotionless. Not the best environment for a human teenager. The only purpose of that structure was to provide a venue of education and focus, and that didn’t require to be in any emotional state. At least that was the explanation that it was given to him by his Vulcan teachers after his complaints.
It was meditation time, and young Geoffrey, sitting in the middle of the room along with the rest of his peers, found it hard to control himself: the constant silence was simply too much. No other boy would talk, unless they needed to reply to Suvek, the instructor. The bittersweet scent of the candles around the room was starting to become nauseating, and Gutey began to look around the room with increased trepidation, waiting for something out of the ordinary to happen. The teacher noticed his behaviour, and slowly walked across the room, certain of an illogical display of emotions by the human boy. As silently predicted by the experienced Vulcan, Geoffrey suddenly removed his tunic that he was forced to wore above his terrestrial clothes, and with an intentional, thunderous sound he slapped it on the ground, causing almost everyone to raise their gaze on him, while a few were courageously trying to carry on with their meditation.
“I want to go home!”
His shout was not a mere rebellious gesture typical of his age; it was a call for attention, a hopeless request for people to try and understand his feelings. Everyone in the room stood still for a couple of seemingly interminable seconds, as if they were waiting for the echo of his words to disappear, in a mix of confusion and arrogance, a quasi-machistic display of Vulcan superiority.
Suvek stepped closer to him. Geoffrey knew that he was in trouble.
“Sit down and meditate with your friends.“
“I’m sick of meditating. And they are not my friends”, he added, expressing all the emotions the Vulcans spent their lifetime to avoid. He finally had the attention of the entire room.
The teacher closed his eyes for a second. He wouldn’t play the small human’s game.
“Geoffrey…” he started, with a rare use of his first name. “I can see how this situation must be difficult for you. And that we have many, irreconcilable differences,” he said with a slight nod while arching his brow, “but I am sure you also know that acting in an illogical manner will not change the circumstances.”
Gutey started to calm down, surprised by the patience displayed by Suvek. The Vulcan man motioned to place his right arm on Geoffrey’s shoulder. He staggered momentarily, almost frightened by the uncharacteristic display of empathy shown by Suvek, before allowing him to complete the gesture. He started to feel the look of the other contemporaries adding pressure to the tense atmosphere.
“You know better than me that the reason you are here is that your parents accepted an important assignment here on Vulcan. However, in two years you will be back to your home planet.”
Geoffrey was about to reply, when the teacher signalled with his hand that he was not finished.
“Would it not be more logical to…make the best of this situation by trying to learn what you can about our culture, instead of simply wasting your time?”
The teenager appreciated Suvek’s attempt at using a human expression.
“If you try, I am certain you will not regret it.”
He finally removed the hand from his shoulder, while everyone else kept standing immobile, perplexed just like Gutey from their teacher’s actions. They weren’t used to him giving much thought about individual students, apart from exceptional cases.
Suvek turned around, intent on returning to the front of the large room. He stopped to glance back once more.
“Thank you, Geoffrey.”
The young boy remained with half of his mouth open for a while, stunned by the Vulcan’s effort to reason with him. He waited for his teacher to walk away from him before picking up the brown tunic from the ground. He didn’t want to show that he was convinced too much. Not yet, at least. He slowly put the clothing back on and sat down, while the rest of the class returned to look in front of their faces and resumed their meditation.
There was silence once again, but Geoffrey started to think that he would get used to it one day.
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Post by Einar on Jul 4, 2018 11:50:54 GMT
a very good log! I cannot wait to learn more
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Post by connorw on Aug 12, 2018 23:37:07 GMT
COMMENCING LOG (with contributions by Aoibhe and CJ) Stardate 11808.13
Geoffrey silently slid through all the bureaucracy surrounding the Bridge – he never really liked those moments – to reach the nearest turbolift. Now that the crisis of the previous weeks was over and that the new crew had finally settled, he felt that it was the right time to give the newbies his introductory speech to the hard-working new life that they chose aboard the USS Zorya.
“Engineering,” he ordered the computer while mentally going over what to say to the new crewmen. When the turbolift doors opened he smiled thinking about the new draft class he had to indoctrinate. They weren’t going to be just a bunch of cadets, and he wasn’t a proper instructor, even though he felt that he could easily become one thanks to his experience, but they still would need time and the proper guidance to adjust.
The freshly repainted bulkheads accompanied Gutey on his walk to main engineering. When the doors opened he could already see most of the crew assembled near the warp core, standing to attention. He noticed an ensign looking at him with an almost fugitive look, as he was clearly trying to get a first impression from him in the most discreet way that he thought possible before the Commander would speak. Gutey ignored him and stopped in front of the crowd, with a spectacular blue panorama behind them, courtesy of the warp core.
“You are all here it seems. Good. The reason I asked you to meet now is simple,” he started while trying to direct a look at everyone present, “I sent you down here so that I could eat all of your portions of food from the glorious reception the new Captain organized on the bridge.”
Gutey could hear mild laughter coming from most people, successfully defusing some of the tension that the youngest ones had.
“In all seriousness,” he continued, his smile slowly fading out, “welcome aboard everyone. I read all your service records. We all come from different worlds, different experiences...” Gutey started walking around the narrow corridor. “This will make us a fantastic team. I am sure of it. These engines might not be the best Starfleet has to offer”, he argued pointing at the core, to the surprise of the people present, “but if we work together, we will make this the most efficient ship Starfleet has ever seen.” He stopped for a moment, walking back to his initial position calmly, to ensure his words resonated with enough force. “I also wanted to make this very clear – and then I’ll move on to the next topic,” he continued, “there will be hard times ahead. We will encounter difficult, and stressful, situations.” He resumed his walk looking down, then back to the crew. “And during those times I might seem a bit harsher on you than usual. Maybe even unfair. I can promise you that I will try my best not to behave like that. But I want all of you to know that if I do this, it’s not on you personally. It will always be for the good of everyone here.” He took a dragging, long look at everyone present to make sure they got the message.
“Now, to more logistical matters…I want everyone here to feel comfortable. And no, I don’t mean in the sense that people can come here dressed in pyjamas,” he clarified trying to lighten up the mood with some humour, with limited success, “but if you have any kind of concern or suggestion, and I do mean any, I want you to report them in a special bulletin that will be updated weekly.” He reached the nearest console that he could find, and after a few taps the screen above started showing a barebone document. “They will all appear here, and I will try to handle each and every one of them.” After a few seconds, the display returned blank. “Next…I want to discuss with you my concept of an efficient engineering crew. I’ll try to be brief, I promise!”
Over the next ten minutes, Gutey talked about what he self-described as “GLASS”: GLobal Assignment Specialization System, the idea that people should be primarily be assigned on the duties they know how to perform the most, while at the same time having a tutor, possibly someone they befriended, that would teach them another skill that they would practice through regular “learning” shifts. This way, if an emergency happens – and on a Starfleet vessel they are bound to happen – the crew would be prepared to handle it even if vital members of the engineering team were missing.
“There’s no denying it, the first days will be tough”, he warned, “but I can guarantee that you will recognize their value in the right moments.”
He could tell the attending crewmen were excited after hearing their superior officer’s ideas, which represented at the very least a break from the usual routine, and Gutey sensed that they would make a fine team.
“I will give more detailed instructions in the coming days. In the meantime…any questions?”
The room fell silent.
Lightfoot smiled and chuckled from his position at attention in the middle of the assembled crew. "One," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth to the Orion standing beside him, "what's his name?" His eyes shone a little as the engineer in front of him snorted softly.
Inala took a deep breath, briefly trying to stop herself from saying anything, though it was futile.
"Geoffrey Gutey," she informed them. "It's on your assignment orders, as always."
She took care to keep her eyes forward, not wanting this to become a conversation. The engineering leader noticed them talking sneakily, but preferred not to get them involved in a potentially awkward situation.
“Ok. Now go have some fun before we depart again. That’s an order.”
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