Posted Feb. 20, 2021, 3:56 a.m. by Crewman Dariusz Pokorski (Navigator) (David Fergusson)
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“Right, well we’d better go and meet the Tri-Council,” Glen said. “Kord, I think we should Transport the landing party down rather than a shuttlecraft. They seem to be comfortable with that. Do you agree?”
“I’d like Inola to come to translate, and yourself Kord. Hal, I’ll need you for security, and bring a few of your men. William, I’ll leave you with the Bridge again. It will build up your Command hours for that promotion exam. Tia will still be keeping their ship in one piece, and Saark is still administering to their wounded. I’d like to give a few younger officers the chance to see a nascent civil society untouched by the Federation. Helmsman Lucas, I would like you to beam down too.”
“Let’s meet in Transporter Room A in twenty minutes!” Glen announced.
“Yes sir” came the reply from the Cadet.
Kord nodded and left to prepare for transport.
William blinked twice at the Captain’s comment, he had been wondering why he’d been given command so often as of late and the thought of the promotion exam hadn’t crossed his mind. His career advancement rarely did as when he first joined Starfleet he wasn’t even a commissioned officer.
Glen was serious when he wondered about the knowledge that Kord must have accumulated after 1000 years, However, if he was to discover it, then he would need to prise it out of him. His First Officer rarely said more than a few words to him.
“Any further questions?” the Captain asked Inola, William, Hal and Lucas. “If not, then I’d better go get a change of clothing for the landing party too.”
After replied to any questions Captain Glen, followed Kord from the Bridge. He would go to his Quarters and then to the Transporter Room.
Inola saluted with a grin, barely containing her excitement.
William stood up and moved up to the central chair, sighing as he looked at the viewscreen. Once more unto the fray He thought to himself and sat down.
Looking into the view screen William would find themselves in orbit safe and sound, not much else for the moment to do but wait out the meeting to come.
William crossed his legs and got comfortable, this was what he disliked about having the Conn, there was little to actually physically do. On his station, he could run diagnostics and look at sensor readouts for hours on end without getting bored and that was when they had nothing to do, he still hadn’t figured out what one does in the center chair to pass the times between the occasional reports.
William had one of the crewmen bring him a cup of tea as he listened in on the away team. It seems they had a transporter malfunction. His first thought was that he was glad not to have used that infernal device to transport down with them.
CSO
Dariusz Pokorski locked them into a stable orbit, he looked up from Navigation to the empty seat at the console next to him at the Helm. “I guess Cadet Lucas Coleman won’t be coming back, Sir! It’s a good job that I didn’t have anywhere to go.”
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