Posted Dec. 1, 2019, 1:21 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Davon Riloc (Chief of Security) (Aaron Gulliver)
Posted by Fleet Captain Katelyn Jacobs (Commanding Officer) in Bridge Jigsaw (I am rubber, you are glue)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Davon Riloc (Chief of Security) in Bridge Jigsaw (I am rubber, you are glue)
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He paused after the reply and, in standard military style, said, “The Captain has not been in contact as yet.” One blue hand rose to feel whether his pips were still there. “It’s Commander or Colonel. I find I answer to both.”
- Jen“Apologies Commander I didn’t notice the pips on your uniform.” He said rubbing the back of his head. “I think I have a concussion.” He smiled. “No sense, no feeling that’s what they say.”
CoS
Jen waved that off. “Little matter,” he said, now knowing his assessment was right. There was something wrong. He had come through with wrenching his shoulder. That had only been exacerbated by the climb down, though with some time and the medic he was managing it. “Medic!” he snapped out in a well cultured drill sergeant voice. “Attend the Lt here.” Jen turned back to Riloc. “I think we’ve all had an adventure getting to where we have. Lt Sheriye and the Admiral have been here and are working their way to the flight deck. The Marines are blasting through decks to try to create a corridor for travel and reach the wounded. Tell me about your travel here,” he asked, seeking to keep the man talking.
At that moment the comms marine interrupted. “Sir, I have a reply from Captain Hawkins. They have reached Deck 13 and are making their way to the flight deck. Will update us when they arrive.”
Jen nodded. “Ask if they have managed to get a squad to Engineering yet?” They’d have passed Engineering by. “Wouldn’t hurt to have an engineer around when they’re punching holes in the deck to tell them they won’t blow anything critical.”
Gettinger turned back to his comms. “Yes sir.”
JenRiloc let the medic run their tests. He looked around the CIC realising that he had never made it to here before now.
“I can honestly say Commander it’s nice to not be crawling between a Turbolift and the shaft ways,” he paused. ” Commander, did you get strange reading when we stopped? The sensors down in security where telling me we had vacuum in the corridors. The ship even through up the internal force fields. Yet when I scanned with my tri-corder. I got completely different readings.”
“Also Commander if it’s possible can we get a medic down to security. Lt. Jefta was injured but stable down in the brig.”
CoS
As the two conversed, a smaller form had traveled the path of the COS and made her way to CIC. The slender form of the ship’s commanding officer quickly got to her feet as she reflexively smoothed her hopelessly untidy uniform and pushed curly dark brown hair back from her face. “What’s going on?” she snapped, black eyes sparkling in dismay at the situation the ship found itself in.
Jacobs, CO
Riloc looked up. “Ships broke. Sir.” He knew it wasnt helpful but his head was hurting. The medic was just finishing up on him. The headache was dull but incredibly annoying.
CoS
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