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Bridge - Some ideas are so bad...

Posted Jan. 17, 2019, 8:40 p.m. by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) (Joe P)

Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in Bridge - Some ideas are so bad…

Posted by Ensign Cassidy Abrams (Security Officer) in Bridge - Some ideas are so bad…

Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Bridge - Some ideas are so bad…
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OOC: I feel like doing something a little bit different, so I’ve decided to start a side sim with a twist. This particular side sim has a unique rule: we never say on the boards what the side sim is actually about. It’s a special sort of game that is supposed to be fun for us authors, and cathartic for our characters. The fun part is not actually saying what this is about, even when it would make perfect sense to do so. That means we don’t:

  1. Write any OOC post that explains or asks what this side sim is about, besides this one written by me.
  2. Write any IC post with narration that explains what this side sim is about, for the benefit of the audience.
  3. Write any character dialogue that explicitly states what this side sim is about.

Anyone can participate if they want to, but it is very important that we follow the rule where we don’t explain what it’s about. If you want to know what it’s about, ask me privately off of the boards (e.g. through email, Discord, whatever) and I will tell you. But the price of that knowledge is that you can’t ruin the game for anyone else. If it works right, you’ll all know anyway within the first five minutes what it’s about, but don’t guess or blurt it out. We’re not playing a guessing game. We’re dealing with Noodle Incident.

Joe


The Europa’s bridge was dour, despite the standard loop of duotronic chirps from the computer systems playing in the background. The computer knew in exact detail what had happened, but it was content to continue chirping along as though this week was any other week, as if there was nothing particularly special about the year 2394 other than the number of seconds that had passed since January 1, 1970. Unfortunately, the crew knew differently.

Johann Dvorak was absently pondering this and other things as he stood at the starboard forward section of the Bridge, by the viewscreen. Stars continued to streak past as they always did when the ship was at warp speed, but today they seemed worthy of his scrutiny. Actually, it was more like his past actions were worthy of his own scrutiny, but he wasn’t vain enough to stare into a mirror while standing watch. Not that there were any mirrors on the Bridge. Sometimes the computer screens were glossy enough if the lights were turned up too high, but that was as close as one could get. In order to actually see if he could catch a reflection, he swiveled his occular implants towards the dedication plaque to his right. There was a small panel there near it that occasionally reflected light at just the right angle. In so doing, his gaze passed across the quote at the very bottom of the plaque:

Some ideas are so bad, they’re worth doing anyway.

Words to live by, Johann thought reflexively before the irony of it struck him. Though after further contemplation, he stood slightly taller than he had been a moment earlier. Now is the time for action.

“Helm, change course. New destination, Betazed.”

The nameless ensign at the helm looked confused by this particular order, given that it contradicted what he understood the Europa’s current assignment to be, but knew better than to question it.

“Aye, sir. Course plotted.”
“Increase speed to Warp Factor Eight, and execute.”

The entire ship turned one hundred forty degrees in its current plane and then accelerated on its way to this entirely unplanned destination.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Cassidy was at the tactical station and simply raised her brows out of curiosity. Of course she said nothing. She had been a lot of places as a child of Starfleet officers but Betazed was not one of them. She most definitely wanted to go. Abrams simply nodded slightly to herself in agreement. Why the hell not?

Ensign Abrams, Security

Sienna looked up as well, wondering as the others did, what the Captain was up to. He was heading to her homeworld but it wasn’t on the schedule and would take them some time to get there. Within moments, the ship had turned and began is journey to the new location. Granted, at warp 8, they were hardly traveling at a sedate pace.

“Captain?” She said with a combination of a little worry and a little curiosity in her tone. She was tempted to use their connection to speak to him, but decided it was better to only use that in emergencies. She had not been given permission to do that with him, this Johann, and was only to aware that she was not his former friend.

Nox, CNS

He wouldn’t have thought too much of it, since he did give his (hopefully not permanently) former friend permission to “talk” that way, and it was far easier for him to forget that she wasn’t actually the Siennadye Nox that he knew. Then again, he also still had no idea at all who the other Johann Dvorak was to this Miss Nox.

Though at this moment, he also really didn’t feel like explaining why he just gave the order that he did. He knew it was irregular, but even she should know why he just did it without having to ask. But he still did anyway, however cryptically.

“We’re going,” he said aloud. “The Tacitius Nebula has been around for thirty billion years; it can wait a few more days just to see us.”

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Johann was one to keep things close to the vest so she wasn’t necessarily surprised when he did so now. She merely nodded with a half smile. “Of course Captain.” Whatever his plan was, they would see in time. She went back to reading her clinical study and waited.

Nox, CNS

As they went on their way, Abrams simply watched over the security station, knowing that she was going to keep doing the exemplary job she had been entrusted to do, not only because it was what she was trained to do, but because it was right. If it meant watching with curiosity as they went somewhere unplanned, then that was what she would do.

Ensign Abrams, Security

The Captain’s glance fell on Abrams next. He seemed to regard her for a moment or two before turning to give more orders to the Flight Controller.

“Edge us up to Warp 8.6, and compute an ETA.”
“Aye sir. Increasing to Warp 8.6. New ETA to Betazed is 15 days, 2 hours, and 14 minutes.”

The Captain seemed to contemplate this estimate.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Cassidy nodded almost imperceptibly at the order. If it wasn’t entirely ridiculous, they could go max warp for a few hours and reduce their travel time that much more, but either way she was happy with the destination. It wasn’t a place she had been before and she was keen to go there.

Ensign Abrams, Security

Betazed. Sienna sighed internally. She had not been back since she had visited the other Siennadye Nox’s parents. They had been kind enough but they also did not view her as their daughter, giving rise to complications for Sienna now. Also when she had last been there, she had visited the place where she and Johann had gotten married. It was a place of sorrow for her but she didn’t want the Captain to know it. This wasn’t his fault or his problem. It was hers.

Nox, CNS

The Captain had no idea that Sienna was thinking these things, and the thoughts would never have occurred to him. At least not without prompting. But even prompted at this moment, he probably wouldn’t have thought of it because he was thinking of other things.

“Abrams,” he said, turning to face the officer at the security station. “Let’s talk a minute in the Ready Room.”

He walked over to it without turning around. “Nox, you have the conn.” Apparently he forgot that this Nox wasn’t actually qualified to do that…

– Johann Dvorak, CO


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