Posted Nov. 20, 2020, 11:55 p.m. by Senior Chief Petty Officer Kohana Black Wolf (Helmsman) (Terry Sullivan)
Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) in Bridge - Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
Posted by Petty Officer Robert Banner (Navigator) in Bridge - Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Bridge - Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
[snip]As it was still 0530 am, the Gamma shift would still be on duty when Th’elin stepped off the turbo-lift and onto the bridge. Managing to move quickly for a tired man, the Andorian handed off the clipboard with his orders to a nearby adjutant and leaned over to quietly relay those orders the officer occupying his chair. Then he raised his head and gave the order to change course and leave Deep Space k-5.
“Helm, set course for Sigma 9 mining colony, warp factor four, please. I’ll expect an update on our estimated arrival time when Alpha shift comes on duty.”
Then, Th’elin stood back and took a sip of tea, letting the sounds of the bridge and it’s myriad devices wash over him.
-Zarath, CO
The NE at helm nodded. =/\= Aye sir…=/\= He said, in a few minutes the soft thunks of docking clamps disengaging was felt and heard. A bit later they cleared DS K-5 and went to warp 4. It was at this point the NE at helm blushed redder than a tomato as he realized earlier he had communicated to the Captain his reply by the bridge comm system even though the Captain was a few feet behind him. “…Errr eta to Sigma 9 mining colony at current speed, 3 days 18 hours..” he said more softly.
GM CockRoach
The Captain chuckled, deciding not to ride the NE this time. He expected a lot of his bridge crewmen, but pulling the best out of people didn’t mean hammering them for each and every misstep. “Thank you, Ensign.”
Amber wasn’t normally a morning person, but seeing stars moving outside her window had piqued her curiosity and she arrived on the bridge about 30 minutes prior to shift starting. Giving a nod to the young NE at the comms, she settled down to set her ear buds in. “Good morning, Captain. I don’t think taking the ship out counts as a run around the block so I’m guessing we have something to do, finally?” She smiled and settled back to go over the last shift logs so she was up to speed.
Lt JG Amber Josen Comms
“Good morning, Lieutenant.” He smiled to her with a little more familiarity than using ranks might imply. “Looks like more police work this time, I’m afraid. That’s life in the outer sectors though, it seems…”
Her smile back was just as familiar. “It’s all right. We’ve had mad cows, I guess there is plenty more to see and do after that. Perhaps pigs this time? Or maybe a wild Sehlat lurking in some corner of a dark meteor waiting to pounce.” She laughed.
A few minutes later, Petty Officer Banner walked onto the bridge. He was over an hour early but he could not sleep anymore. After relieving the NE at the helm he sat down and took his station.
PO Banner
The Captain nodded to Banner as he took his place, then leaned over and flipped two rocker switches, and pushed a button on the Command Chair’s arm. This opened a shipwide channel on the intercom.
=/\=This is the Captain speaking, Senior Officers, please report to the deck one briefing room by 0600 hours. Repeat, Senior Officers please report for Mission briefing at 0600, Thank you. Zarath, Out./=/\=
Ford paused in his morning workout as the announcement came over the intercom. He glanced at the chrono on the speaker and cursed under his breath, getting up off the floor. He grabbed his workout towel and wiped the sweat from his face as he gathered his uniform and headed for the shower.
As he closed the intercom channel, Th’elin waved down a Yeoman and discreetly arranged for a large amount of hot coffee to be made available in the briefing room. Early hours might be required, but at least he could appease his people with hot coffee.
-Zarath, CO
Making sure the comm system in the briefing room were in order to record the meeting, she settled back to look at the records from the previous ships to see if there was anything to gleen from them in regards to what was coming up.
Amber Comms
Hearing the call for senior staff to go to the Mission Briefing at 0600, Rauður made his way to the bridge. He wasn’t actually aware if he’d be needed on the bridge, but he was awake and out of his quarters. He roomed with a tellarite with bad body odour and who snored, so Rauður didn’t mind being up.
“Here to assist with Security if needed,” Rauður said, stifling a yawn.
- Ens Rauður Bolurson, Sec
For Amber checking the basic records of their destination they would find the colony on Sigma 9 was your run of the mill mining colony that had sprung up when the simple precious ore and metals mining rig had expanded from family growth. It was home to about 950 souls at last report about a month ago from a Federation mining freighter doing a pick up.
GM CockRoach
Petty Officer Banner checked the course the ship was on to make sure that it would be smooth sailing and he thought that he better prepare a flight plan into the system itself. That was, of course, his job.
Petty Officer Robert Banner
Fifteen minutes later he entered the bridge, nodded at Bolurson taking position by the door, then sat at a rear station. He pressed a few of the buttons, then flipped a rocker switch and grabbed the printout that came out beneath the station. He snapped it in the clipboard he had brought before standing again as he reviewed it, walking back toward the turbolift.
“If you need anything, I’ll be in the briefing room,” he said to Bolurson. “Hopefully this won’t take too long,” he added before entering the lift and grabbing the handle. “Briefing room,” he ordered, then sat in silent contemplation for the ride.
He hoped this would, indeed, be a short meeting, and the mission would be simple. Simple missions meant less likelihood anyone would be in danger; when people were in danger, it was usually his people that got hurt. He mentally recited the list of people he’d been responsible for that had died: Fenton, Brown, Solak, Baneer. Some things are worth dying for, he reminded himself. Rule 5. You cannot protect everyone. Rule 6. They still hurt, though.
He straightened as the lift stopped, then stepped into the hall and then into the mostly-empty briefing room, where a young yeoman was setting up coffee service. He nodded, then took up station in the corner, leaning there to review the day’s rotation on the printout.
COS Ford
Though technically, he wasn’t a senior officer of the Sentinel, Senior Chief Petty Officer Black Wolf had more years of experience of actual star ship service than many of the officers of the crew. By default, he was always welcomed to attend these meetings. He was, after all, the chief flight officer and controlled the ships travels through space, as well as the head of the shuttle piloting crews.
Stepping into the briefing room, he nodded to the security chief and offered a “Good morning, Lt.” before pouring himself a coffee and taking his normal seat at the table.
SCPO Black Wolf (helm)
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