Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in New Sim: Bridge (att CO)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Timothy Frogue (Counsellor) in New Sim: Bridge (att CO)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Security Officer) in New Sim: Bridge (att CO)
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It was a seemingly quiet night on the bridge of the Constellation, the odd stellar fog, a stray comet needing a quick nudge out of the way of a pre-warp planet but other than that, pretty boring.

Ensign Bob was fighting fatigue at the comm panel, his late night escapades from the previous evening had caught up to him and he wished for the life of him he could remember where that Llama had come from…

Bob gazed off into the distance, a mug of hot coffee kept threatening to spill as he fought to stay awake. He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to remember the girl’s name from last night that had been making eyes at him at the bar.

As he was lost in his sleepy thoughts, a loud buzz came through on his panel, alerting him to a message coming through from Star-Fleet. He jumped as the console in front of him chirped and proceeded to spill the entire contents of his scalding hot drink into his crotch. Yelping in pain he leapt up and started doing something akin to an Irish Jig whilst he pressed the alert to see the message details. It was a message from Admiral Ramirez for Captain Johnson. Moving on to a sidestepping crab impression away from the dripping wet seat and console, Bob pressed his communicator.

=^= …aah…Ensign um Bob…ouch…to Cap…Captain Johnson…yowch! =^= he spluttered as he tried to shake some of the still piping hot liquid off his pants. =^= …uuh…message from…ow…Admiral Ramirez…mummy! =^= he squealed as a scalding hot trickle went down the back of his leg.

• Mother Hen (GM)

Meanwhile, in the ready room Captain Johnson, who was sat on a small sofa in the corner of the room, was working on a plethora of department evaluation reports. Picking up a cup and saucer from the table Chris began to sip the tepid Earl Grey contents savouring the taste for a second before consuming the mouthful. Along with a PaDD that he had just signed off on he returned the cup and saucer to the small table.

Following the noise of the cup and saucer that had been placed on the table, the room fell silent. That was until the silence was broken by the voice of an eager Ensign. =^= This is the Captain, I am on my way from the ready room. =^=

Rising to his feet, Chris straightened his red command uniform and exited the ready room and made his way onto the bridge. Sitting down in the centre chair he looked towards the Ensign who was for unknown reasons set next to his station and not at it and spoke in a clear concise manner. “Put it through here please” came the simple sentence.

Chris Johnson, Captain

Ensign Bob, now with tears in his eyes sniffed and nodded, pressing the release button on the console to allow the message through. As they waited for the Admiral to appear on the screen, Bob turned sheepishly to the Captain. “…permission to go to sickbay sir?” he whimpered pathetically as his scalded skin started throbbing.

Bob gingerly moved out of the way as Admiral Ramirez appeared on the screen. Once he was out of earshot of the screen, he tapped his communicator.

=^= Ensign Bob to housekeeping…cleanup on the bridge… =^= he sniffed and looked sadly at the dark brown stain on his chair.

Admiral Ramirez’s familiar faced smiled as he saw the Captain in front of him. He took a little double take at the suspiciously brown stain on the comm chair but ignored it and turned his attention back to the Captain.

=^= Great to see you again Captain, how are things on the Constellation? =^= he asked as he took a sip of the Assam tea sat next to him. =^= I’ve heard about the great work you and your crew have been doing despite your sometimes…unorthodox methods? =^= he offered raising an eyebrow. Sipping his tea again, he jumped as his elderly cat Floss jumped up on the panel and proceeded to plonk herself directly in front of the screen and began purring loudly. All that Chris could see now was a blanket of fluff and the right tip of the Admiral’s ear. From behind the cat, the Admiral spoke again.

=^= …purr…purr…done…purr…that…purr…purr…purr…shore…purr…might…purr…purr…purr…Eva…purr… =^= the Admiral’s hand swept across the screen and the cat rather ungracefully flew off the console with a disgruntled squawk.

=^= Apologies Captain, what I was trying to say was we at Star-Fleet Command think you have done a stellar job and we feel that some shore leave might be in order? We have just received word that a new pleasure resort planet has been opened called Evagen in the Selari system and we thought you would be the perfect crew to go and check it out? =^= he suggested with a jolly grin, ignoring the feline now pawing at his leg.

Mother Hen (GM)

At the security console, Cross was having a hard time holding in his laughter at both the poor Bob and the Admiral with his cat. He pretended to be looking down at his console and it’s readings while a wide grin showed on his face. He shook his head to himself. This ship was certainly never boring.

Cross Sec

Ensign Bob shuffled towards the turbolift door and saw Cross smiling at him. His bottom lip began to quiver as he realised he was going to be the laughing stock of the ship. He scooted over to Lt Cross and leant in so he could whisper. “Was that as bad as I thought it was?” he asked sincerely, a flicker of hope in his eyes that somehow this kind of thing happened all the time and he hadn’t just made a humongous fool of himself.

At the same time, the Counselor walked onto the bridge to see all the activity. An admiral on the view screen....something about a cat, and an Ensign having,....er….troubles. Without saying a word the counselor took his seat.

Frogue

Ensign Bob sniffed and crept round to the side of Lt Frogue and asked quietly, “um, I’m sorry sir…do you happen to have a tissue?” he asked sheepishly.

“I was wondering if I could make an appointment with you as well,” he added looking at the sad console still dripping with black coffee,”…I think I may need some therapy…” he added then abruptly zipped his lip as he saw the Captain looking at him. Sensing he had probably outstayed his welcome on the bridge he shrank away and made a hasty retreat to the turbolift.

Before the counselor could reply to either question it seemed as if the Ensign was gone. Lt. Frogue made a mental note to make sure he contact this Ensign because he looked like he was having a real bad day.

Frogue