Log:Queen Bee Interviews for Starguard

2013/04/15 	 Queen Bee Spirit|Dorian 1

Champions Mush - Monday, April 15, 2013, 11:39 AM

''Background: Queen Bee applied for Starguard, but the application was shelved because Bee listed "none" under powers. A copy of the application appeared on Dorian's desk with "Would you take a look at this" written on an attached post-it note. ''

Starguard Reception Area

''The reception area has muted black tiled floor, with the walls and roof painted off-white. The secretarial desk enclosure is barely twenty feet from the double set of glass doors. To its left is a large double-hinged door ominously labeled 'Security'. A seating area full of soft couches is to the right. Down the hallway that leads deeper into the building is the office of the Director of Operations and the exit to the landing field outside. ''

Dorian is waiting in the reception area already, having asked Bee to show up to speak to him.

Bee smiles when she sees Dorian waiting for her and says as she extends her hand, "I'm not late, am I?"

Dorian 

''This man stands about five and a half feet tall, and is moderately good looking. He has blue eyes...brown hair cut into a crew cut, and a goatee. ''

''He's currently wearing a retro Eisenhower style jacket in an olive green, along with a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans...probably Levi's if one notices such things, and a pair of navy blue Doc Marten's, heavily worn from walking, apparently. ''

Dorian shakes Bee's hand. "Nope. Not at all." He smiles, and motions toward his office. "I'm glad you were able to stop by."

Bee walks to the indicated office, but tries not to rush, both to not seem too eager and to give Dorian a nice view - well aware of the effect her figure has on some people.

Queen Bee 

''There is something striking about this woman, something different than just tan skin and an hourglass figure. ''

''Her mask is a cowl that covers her face to just below her nose and all of her hair and her neck, but leaves her dark persimmon lipstick and determined jaw in view. Depending on how the light hits it, the cowl is either honey yellow or black. Her sleeveless top is made from the same material and has a low neckline, exposing a black bee tattoo on her sternum. Her pants are loose and baggy, have a yellow and black camouflage pattern, and tuck into her knee-high boots. Her belt is festooned with pouches. Her arms are bare except for durable opera-length gauntlets that match the material of her boots. Her voice is a melodic alto with a distict metallic buzz. ''

''Only then do most people notice what is unusual about her build: hourglass shaped despite being thin. She isn't artificially busty: her waist is round instead of oval. It is the same width front-to-back as it is side-to-side. However, she doesn't move like she is wearing a corset. ''

Dorian leaves Reception Area and enters Commander's Office.

''This oval office has slate grey walls with pale gray accents and thick ebony deep pile carpeting covering the floor. An ornate Indian Rosewood desk with a rubber tree standing to one side and a small gunmetal gray wastebasket at the other presides over the room while a plush, supple black leather chair sits behind it and a few comfortable looking lounge seats sit across from it. ''

''Close by, a small conference table surrounded by padded swivel-chairs stands ready. One wall is covered entirely by a grand bookcase, while another features a reinforced titanium filing cabinet and a trophy case, fitted into a third wall is a huge reinforced titanium gun safe, and the last wall is claimed by a humongous flatscreen plasma monitor. ''

Dorian motions to a seat at the conference table, and takes a seat at the table as well. "So, I know I didn't talk much about why I called you in. Your application for SGG crossed my desk. I don't usually make the hiring decisions, but the Director wanted to get my input in your case."

"Oh?" Bee says with a blink of surprise in her honey-yellow eyes. "I hope that is a good thing."

Dorian smiles. "He trusts my judgement. I like to think that's a good thing. So...in your application, you mention not having any powers. I realize there are...multiple people in this field of work that do not have powers, but it's certainly helpful to have powers when dealing with alien threats. What do you feel you effectively bring to the table? How would you be able to help SGG?"

Bee hmms a moment and says, "I think my biggest asset is my passion. I've wanted to be an American superhero since I was a child in India, and whatever their official designation, the members of Starguard Gamma fit that mold. In addition, I have an atypical mind. Given access to information, I can learn anything."

Dorian nods. "So...are you looking for a job as an analyst? Or as a field agent?"

Bee says, "Field agent. Most of the 'learn anything' in preparation for this job has been stealth and martial arts."

Dorian nods again. "I think I'd like to schedule a bit of a 'try out' to get a feel for how capable you are in combat, if that's agreeable to you? I just want to make sure you won't end up in too far over your head. No offense is intended, I just want to make sure that I'm comfortable with the safety of the folks on my team."

Bee nods, "I've been upgrading my equipment as I have the funds - my new costume is Quinntex, but at a 'power's off' level I've sparred with Bard. I'll be glad to take your test."

Dorian nods. "Actually, if you've already sparred with Bard, that might be enough. I can just speak to him and get his opinion."

Bee nods, "It was a power's off test, so I think he might have underestimated me a bit ... However, I didn't throw any bombs at him, so I think it evens out."

Dorian smiles. "Well, that's still a fair assessment. Usually someone like yourself would carry several gadgets, I'd assume. Or at least a firearm of some kind. I know Dark Horse carries a few, and the Markham twins do as well. So, that can tend to even out with those who have powers, especially if they're a little overconfident."

Bee smiles back. She has a glowing smile, full of optimism and idealism. "And the equipment can always be upgraded, unlike 'natural' powers.

Dorian nods. "If you end up needing a firearm of some sort, Starguard can provide one." He pauses a moment, "Alright...I'll speak to Bard, and get his take on your skill level. If I can't get enough of a description from him, which is possible since he can be a little distractable... I may ask you to spar with someone while I watch, just to get a first hand look at your skills."

Bee says, "I don't know how much I would use it, since my trick boomerangs are easier to throw from stealth, but if issued one I guarantee I would make the most of it."

Dorian nods. "SGG's scientists mostly work on alien artifacts, but SG does have other branches. In some cases, those tools they use can be made available to Gamma. Most in the division don't tend to need them, but I try my best to make sure that those working for me get the equipment they need."

Bee nods, then adds with just a touch of eagerness, "So, pending Bard's word and a test, I have a place on the team?"

Dorian nods. "I think so. The Director will have to run as much of a background check as possible. But, I know that secret identities can make that difficult. We won't pry. And in the end, it's the Director's decision. But assuming that I'm satisfied with Bard's assessment, you'll all set to be on the team, since I think the Director will let my decision stand."

Bee jumps up and gives Dorian a big hug. "You won't regret it!"

Dorian is a little surprised, but he laughs good-naturedly, "Hah. Well, I'll contact you once I've made a final decision."

Bee nods and backs off, a little embarrassed. "Thank you. I won't let you down." She says in a more serious tone, "Is there any info I can provide to help with the background check? Some bribery was involved, but I do have an Indian passport under my hero name."

Dorian nods, "Sure that would be helpful. Let me take down that information."

Bee pulls a pen out of her gauntlet, leans over Dorian's shoulder and writes the info down. "My office is on the first floor of Quinn towers. Here is my passport number and the cell phone number of my assistant, Rashmika. I rarely carry a cell phone on me since it interferes with stealth and, in this costume, where would I put it?"

She adds teasingly, "I certainly wouldn't want a phone on vibrate in the same pouch as my gas or shrapnel bombs."

Dorian takes down the passport info, and then stands up, offering his hand to Bee again, "Thanks again for stopping in. I'll be in touch as soon as I get a chance to speak to Bard."

Bee shakes Dorian's hand and says her goodbyes. On the way out the door, she says into her wrist, "Base. One to teleport home." and vanishes with a crack of empty air.

Dorian raises a brow at the teleportation. "Huh. Kind of counts as a power, even if it's technology." He chuckles quietly.