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Bridge (2021 Sim)

Posted March 29, 2021, 12:47 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) (David Bennett)

Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in Bridge (2021 Sim)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Bridge (2021 Sim)

Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in Bridge (2021 Sim)
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After the adventure with the mysterious subspace creature ended, the next few days had the life on the Genesis back to routine. The space was being charted and new data was being collected from areas that only long range sensors had reached. As one moved further from Federation space, the number of systems became sparser. At the same time, the gravitational forces seemed to be less stable in those star systems.

It was about 50 hours after the adventure with the subspace creature that the Genesis detected a system with life about another 20 hours from their position. Like Pallas, the planet they had encountered before, there was evidence of life and the possibility of a race with possession of advanced technology. If there was warp travel, first contact would be possible, according to the Prime Directive.

GM

Bridge duty. Yes, bridge duty. Every single time Kesh has fretted about it the outcome was quite benign. Only when she just swung by there expecting nothing interesting did the crazy things happen. Getting sucked into transwarp by crystaline entities, suddenly exiting warp into the corona of a dying star, suddenly experiencing inverted gravity and walking on the bridge ceiling. Stuff like that. When she fusses and stresses and gets worked up about it, nothing happens.

Did Kesh still wake up three hours early and spend all of it failing to make her appearance look ideal? Well, of course. And the final result is so practically identical to the way she looked right after putting her uniform on that she may as well have woken up a half hour before her shift. Yet, as she stood there, staring in the mirror, some wobbly degree of confidence actually peeked through, as the person she saw there looked at least mostly like the one that did so many great things twenty-odd years ago. She had done everything needed to re-capture that state of being, even going so far as to not be an embarrassment at the Academy, graduating reasonably high in her class, rather than the charity case she was the first time around. A charity case with so much to hide and be ashamed of.

This Kesh had nothing to be ashamed of anymore. Right?

The tall Caitian strod out onto the Genesis’ bridge for the first time, pausing a moment to register that it was entirely exactly like what the holographic blueprint indicated it would look like, if with slightly different colors and a few minor changes due to repair work and upgrades over the years of the ship’s service. Wait, this ship had years of service behind it, right? When was it commissioned? Dang it.

With a long, meditative exhale, the ensign of engineering strode toward the engineering station located at the rear of the bridge. While this certainly differed in its location from prior ships she’d served aboard, the familiar interface drew her in and blurred the rest of the noise around her as she signed in and began organizing the UI to her liking.

Absent-minded tail swings thankfully don’t obstruct too much of the walking space behind the felinoid.

NE Taylor at the tactical station was the first to notice the planetary system. “Hey,” he said to Keshi, “I see a possible warp capable system some 20 hours away. Do you think we should report it in or wait until we can get better scans?”

GM

It took a long moment for realization that this statement was directed at Kesh. She had reasonable skill with listening to surrounding conversation and recalling it shortly after, if need be, but being spoken to without a more direct approach had not been expected. Thus, NE Taylor is turned to after a solid pair of seconds elapsing, stared at with wide, blank felinoid eyes for another pair of seconds, before an owlish blink and small body lurch shows realization finally dawns.

“Ah.. uh? That would be.. the.. uhm…” Kesh’s gaze wanders around the bridge, which seemed strangely empty at the moment. Had the current command crew gone off to a meeting, or was she just verifyably blind right now? Knowing how her nerves can be, every station could be manned right now and she’d not even see them until some sort of overt motion takes place.

”.. rrm… stand.. ard… procedure calls for the current bridge commander to be notified as soon as sensors detect unknown lifeforms.” There it is. Took a moment.

->Kesh, Engineer.

It was about that time when Reia stepped onto the bridge. She could have sworn she had the morning off but her alarm reminded her differently forty five minutes ago. So much for an extra coffee in bed with hubby. Instead, she carried it to her station and began looking at the morning’s events. Glancing around she noticed the new engineer Dagen had mentioned the night before. Smiling in a way that was certain not to offend a Caitian, she greeted her warmly before turning back to her own station.

  • Reia, CIO

The movement of an officer emerging from the turbolift sates the dread Kesh had that she’d somehow started her first shift on this bridge in the middle of some sort of crew-vanishing event. That would suck. The half-Orion that bright golden eyes shift toward is easy to identify thanks to her unique physical traits, matching the personnel image exactly. While Kesh had not committed every crewmember to memory, Reia had stood out as her name was identical to that of a character in a book she’s fond of.

Her immediate desire to point this out is supplanted quickly to avoid being inappropriate.

“Hello ma’am. Rrrnth.” A light dip of her head and long blink conveys roughly the same body language meaning as the polite smile.

Whew. One successful quoting of regulation, and one friendly greeting down. That’s one fine surge of satisfied adrenaline. Hopefully, this trend continues.

-> Kesh, Engineering

Tom was standing inconspicuously, as inconspicuously as someone in a black on black Internal security uniform could, in an area of the bridge not commonly traversed. Just a little curve of the bulkhead largely unnoticed but seemingly odd for someone to stand in.

To Tom it was a small pocket of sanctuary, a blind spot in the ship’s internal sensors. Tom knew where all of them were. The ship was assigned deep space exploration and Tom was forgotten, as is common in his case, by his handlers. The last orders he had received was to make himself available to the commanding officer of the ship following all security protocols of course. That was before he knew the ship was destined to leave federation space.

Even he couldn’t stay cooped up in his office so to the bridge he went. The trip through the corridors went as expected. The wide berths, the suspicious and nervous glances, the quiet murmurs. All in all a good day so far.

  • Tom, IntSec

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