Rico never minded late shift, on most occasions. It allowed time for thought and practise, it was quiet and very seldom were issues happening when most of the crew slept. It just meant that he was here and not in his quarters with Ally after their transfer from the Ogawa. As he inspected the weapons that had been chosen for this round of routine checks, he smiled.
At one point, he had been a member of the Saracen’s crew as the ships Chief Tactical Officer before taking on the role as Chief of Security on the Ogawa. Now, with Allison taking the transfer to the Saracen he had taken on the role as ships Armorer and moved with her. After their experience on Orion, Rico wasn’t letting Ally be without him now.
Beside him the console beeped.
=/\= This is the Captain, we are enroute to Aldebaran III at maximum sustainable Warp responding to a distress signal. They have reported radiation, explosions and system failures before we lost contact. Aldebaran III is a large Federation colony with billions of inhabitants and significant orbital shipyards, we will lend whatever assistance we can. Our estimated time of arrival is 30 hours, I expect we will need Science investigating the radiation, Engineering working on restoring their systems and Medical to stand by to treat wounded and support their local hospitals. I want Security to stand by in case we discover malicious intent and to help evacuate those in need. All departments are to begin preparations for supporting Aldebaran III. =/\=
Rico read the message and smiled. “Well, I think that means we need grenades.” He slapped his hand on the desk and stood, looking at the assorted weapons and hoping, just quietly, that they were not going to need any of them.
Lt Rico Vanhall, Armorer
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