AT/D02 - Bridge

[Tyra Crawford]

== The Bridge of the USS Artemis is a perfectly oval room located on Deck Two. The walls and carpet are the typical Star Fleet colors of beige and gray with consoles trimmed in faux chrome.

As one enters the Bridge, they will find the bridge divided into three levels.  The center of the bridge, near the stern, the Captain’s chair is found on the uppermost level. In front of the captain’s chair, one will drop down to a lower level with chairs reserved for the First Officer and Mission Advisor.  Taking another step down, one will find the Helm and Tactical stations.

Surrounding the perimeter of the bridge, one will find eight workstations.  Stations on the starboard side of the bridge include: Slipstream status, Engineering, Communications, and Operations. Stations on the port side of the bridge include Science, Environmental Control, Security, and Away Missions.

On the forward wall of the Bridge is the Viewscreen System, which is activated by voice or manually from any console as needed.  On the back wall of the Bridge is the Master Systems Display.

To the right and left of the Master Systems Display one has access to the rest of Deck Two, which includes access to the Ready Room, Briefing Room, Captain’s Office and Quarters, and First Officer’s Office and Quarters. ==

[Cassandra Givens]

>> CO Quarters >>

Cass tugged her bun self-consciously as the lift came to a stop, having already checked her uniform jacket during the short ride. For a second, the bridge seemed entirely empty as she stepped off the lift until a diminutive blonde wearing the purple of support made her presence known by standing up from the center stage. Cass had to briefly wonder if there wasn't a statement being made by the older woman's placement but Morgan was never anything other than polite and helpful in Cass' previous dealings with her.

"Commander," she greeted, though she was certain her smile came off as tense and a bit crooked.

There was a moment where she felt like she was being studied and assessed by the short lieutenant commander, dark eyes seemingly boring into her very soul. It had been a long time since Cass had felt the urge to squirm under someone's scrutiny but this tiny little quartermaster made her want to be anywhere but there.

"We have new orders," she continued, shoulders rising as if shrugging off the desire to flee as she offered a PADD to Morgan.

It was relief when her dark eyes dropped to the PADD but the relief was oh so short lived when the gaze came back on Cass with a hundred times the intensity. She could have sworn Morgan looked angry for the briefest of moments before her lips pressed together into a tight line.

"Captain, how many I assist?" Morgan's voice was crisp but there was an edge to it.

Cass blinked for a second, having expected a question or maybe, even an accusations but not an offer of assistance.

"I need to find Commander Coleman. Can you please notify the crew that they need to be aboard no later than 0630 tomorrow morning for launch?" She leaned forward and skirted a finger down the PADD in Morgan's hand until it hovered over a specific section of it. "I also need these individuals in the Briefing Room tonight at 2000."

She could see Morgan pause as she read the names, no doubt trying to determine what their significance was. However, instead of asking, she nodded all the same, her shoulders squaring and her expression slipping into a more pleasant, albeit it obviously fake, state.

"Of course, Captain. I will handle this immediately," Morgan answered, dipping her head ever so slightly before almost floating past Cassandra to the lift. The captain couldn't help but turn ever so slightly to watch the Quartermaster before the lift doors slid shut behind her, leaving Cassandra to commune with what was now apparently her bridge.

Her honey colored eyes regarded the center chair with trepidation as if she could possibly stave off this event by simply not acknowledging it and refusing to take custody of the chair. After a moment, she merely shook her head and turned towards the ready room, considering if it was captainly behavior to make use of her predecessor's misplaced bottle.

== ETL ... For now. ==

== Consider this the official recall, all player characters are to report to the Briefing Room for a meeting the night before launch (2000 hours). Recall issued by Lieutenant Commander Morgan. ==

[Miles Grant]

==Near launch==

<<Strat Ops<<

Having arrived to the Bridge fairly early allowed Miles to do the last minute Tactical and Helm checks beforehand so they would be confirmed and ready at the Captain's request. He wasn't all that surprised to find he was the Senior-most Officer present upon his arrival, considering how early he was. Per the schedule, Harriman would be slated to be at the Helm at this point just prior to launch, so he could trust her to do those checks as he set about with the others.

Given that he was the Senior-most Officer, his place was, at least for the briefest of moments, at the conn. Even though he had not taken the Command Certification as of yet (though he definitely aspired to do so sometime in the near future), he could still hold the conn with the ship still docked and the absence of anyone of higher rank/position. In the event of an emergency, it was his obligation to take Command, Certification or not. An obligation he would always take seriously, or else he would have refused the promotions he had received.

There was very little to do except wait and run any checks and diagnostics until it was time for the others to arrive.

==Tag all. GM input if necessary: Results of pre-launch checks and diagnostics, please?==

[Lucy Devereaux]

== Nearer launch ==

Lucy managed to get herself to the Bridge for 06:30. She couldn’t figure why anyone would launch at 07:00, but those were the orders given and she needed to be at her console in good time. Did mean an early morning for whoever on Delta Shift had been looking after the Science Console. It was standard nebula survey with tactical considerations. It looked like Lieutenant Grant had turned up before her. Lucy just shrugged and kept walking.

New responsibilities could be a lot. Miles had been ACTO, but now it was formalised. Lucy had her own responsibilities, but they were more in relation to herself than to her role. The officer in the chair was a little surprised, but didn’t mind moving onto something else for the rest of their shift. Lucy pulled up the standard diagnostics and let the computer run. The Artemis hadn’t been involved in anything dramatic, so theoretically the systems should be fine.

Sensors and associated systems were green. Integrating the new probes into the sensor network should be straightforward. The nebula would be a good test bed. Keep Starfleet happy and have a new probe for nebula surveys. Practical application was the goal. Keeping an eye out for Cardassian incursions was also useful. There was the matter of finding what was in there. Smugglers and the Maquis had a history with it, so there was something else to learn from it.

Lucy settled in for the wait. She needed to get through the mission and start to prove that she wasn’t a liability. Not saying or doing dumb stuff was the goal.

One step at a time.

[Omdor Jaein]

Jaein made a mental note to ask for a larger cup of coffee next time. He drained the last dregs of his coffee as the turbolift slowed and deposited him on the bridge, and sighed in disappointment. It had done it's job - he was more awake than he had been when the turbolift had started, though it was a matter of degrees - but he felt the lack of it in his cup keenly as he stepped off onto the sparsely-populated bridge.

Less bleary-eyed than he could have been, he walked around the room towards the engineering station. He'd discussed this with his team leads last night, but decided to ignore them and take this position himself for launch. While they had a strong point that his place was in engineering while everything was spooling up and getting into full running mode, he'd countered that at this point - barely over a day after being given the job - he didn't have the familiarity with the team to lead such an operation effectively, and that the apparent volatility in the command structure meant he might be more useful on the bridge.

Not that you have any idea what's going on there, either, he thought uncharitably. After all, it didn't seem like anybody had any idea what was going on here, not just him.

Instead, he sat down and set the cup on the surface next to him. He logged into the console with his credentials and pulled up his status board. It was one of his diagnostic programs he'd brought from the shipyards; there, it would read the new and unchristened Vesta's systems and give him not just go/no go's, but also would show some more detailed information on the primary screen, as well as allowing him to dive into them and find any more information if needed. It was likely overkill for this situation, but he could read it at a glance, and he'd found it never hurt to have more information than his commander needed.

As it launched, he absently lifted his cup to his lips before remembering it was empty. Disappointed and a little annoyed, he set it down with a hollow thud on the console.

==Tag anyone who wants to talk==
==GM Input for any required information if you want==

[Miles Grant]

As the pre-launch checks commenced, more personnel were beginning to enter the Bridge. The first of note was Lieutenant Devereux, one of the Science Officers. She made her way to one of the Science consoles, relieved one of the Delta Shift Science personnel, and began to do her own work.

Miles considered that Devereux was a good Officer, and was surprised that she hadn't climbed further than she had. Of course, personal aspirations could be considered, as well as other factors at play that Miles was not, nor needed to be at this point in his career, privy to. It could very well be a situation similar to his own and Harriman's. It could be something else altogether. Not something Miles needed to dwell on very long, as Devereux still did her job correctly and effectively.

The next person to enter caused Miles to stand from the center seat. The new Chief Engineer, Commander Omdor, came in with a cup of coffee and headed straight to one of the Engineering consoles. Miles frowned momentarily, but considered the fact that the Commander had come from elsewhere, and there may have been different procedures where he had come from, to include dedicated conn shifts. Nevertheless, until others arrived, he would now have the Bridge.

Miles walked over to the new Chief Engineer and addressed him.

"Commander," he said, respectfully. "Welcome aboard the Artemis. I don't believe we've properly met yet. Lieutenant Miles Grant." He gave the man a moment to respond before continuing.

"With your presence, I relinquish the conn to your Command, sir," Miles finished, awaiting the reply before he planned to head back to the Tactical station.

==Tags==

[Tyra Crawford]

== After the posts in the security office ==

By the time Tyra's boots hit the bridge decking, she was already on her third coffee of the morning and truthfully, she felt that low of a figure was an accomplishment based on what she had already been dealing with through the night and into the morning.

In addition to reviewing stop gap options to fill Coleman's position in the short term and trying to maintain her own sanity, she'd also hunted down Bill, though by the time she'd gotten to him it seemed like Givens had gotten her claws into him first. He'd chosen to play the conciliatory card over deny and evade, though she didn't think he would have chosen that tactic regardless. It usually just made her mad and she doubted he had wanted to have a knock down, drag out fight at 0200.

While she didn't believe Bill had told her everything, he'd, at least, given her two very interesting points to think about. He'd admitted that the plan to get her off of Earth had been in the works for weeks, though it had only begun to include her return to Artemis within the last two weeks when it became very clear to those on high that Coleman was coming precariously close to falling into the fire himself. While he had admitted that with seeming ease, he'd been reluctant to admit why he had been determined to send her elsewhere -- apparently the original plan had been to send her and Logan to the DMZ for a retrieval assignment -- and it was only when she became testy that he had admitted the reason. If she wasn't on Earth, she wouldn't be available to testify at Elias' trial and she wouldn't be able to take a final swing at falling on that sword with the very likely side effect of digging her hole deeper, which she had to admit was very likely. She'd admit now, after some sleep and some time, that her anger at having that choice taken from her shouldn't have been directed at Bill. He was doing what he felt he needed to do to protect her and she couldn't fault him that, not when she had tried to do the same thing for Elias.

His second point had cooled her anger almost immediately, though, as the truth of it had settled into her gut like a stone. If she hadn't returned, the wolves would have been circling Artemis before the handcuffs were even double locked on Coleman. If Bill hadn't placed Givens and assigned their mission, Artemis would have remained docked while the admirals threw their weight around to place their preferred candidate in the captain's chair. And given some of the names Bill had tossed out as the chosen ones of the committee, she couldn't imagine the chair would have been graced by any great leader. No, this way, even if Coleman never returned and Tyra chose not to remain beyond this mission, assuming it was even her choice, there would be more time for a worthy candidate to be chosen, not a political pick or puppet. That was a game she trusted Bill to play, for her sake and the Fleet's.

And her role to play in that game was to keep the circus under control and try to keep the fires to a minimum. She hoped, after her conversation with Mara, she had at least minimized the risks of a total implosion and yet experience told her that the circus -- this particular circus -- always managed to throw punches from the most unexpected places.

As her boots carried her further onto the bridge, her blue eyes swept the bridge quickly. Lieutenant Devereaux was seated at science, which was a rather brave decision on Aeryn's part as the new Chief Science Officer. Then again, she supposed having the poster child for poor decisions within arm's reach of Tyra would likely keep her from making any further poor decisions. Lieutenant Grant was also present and fortunately, Tyra didn't feel he fell into the category of a likely fire starter. He was reliable and dependable, which was what she needed most.

And then, there was Commander Omdor. She hadn't had a chance to speak to the Interim Chief, who she was very much trying not to view as Elias' replacement, but Givens had spoken highly of him, having vetted him personally. Tyra had combed through his file while reviewing Cera's list of possible acting first officers. His record was impressive and she had no doubt that he was a capable engineer, though she wondered if he was capable of filling Elias' shoes. And that was why she hadn't selected him; he had a monumental task in keeping engineering running in the wake of a rather abrupt and traumatic severance of its leadership and he didn't need to add protecting her sanity to his list of duties.

Only two other members of the crew had been seriously considered. She had dismissed Cera almost immediately; not because the woman wasn't capable but because Tyra needed her in her usual capacity, providing intel and information before Tyra even knew she needed it. Mayfair had been her other consideration and while she felt the young nurse likely would have been an excellent choice, she hadn't missed how haggard she had looked at the briefing. Whether a side effect of the last mission, its fall out or something else entirely, Tyra didn't know but she knew it wasn't a good starting point for what she would need out of a right hand for this mission.

So she'd looked externally and she'd selected the candidate, though a tad unorthodox, that she felt was up to the task of helping her reign things in. Or at minimum, not make them worse for her. She'd received confirmation that her request had been approved shortly after leaving security but she had some concerns that the approval might have come too late, despite having given the candidate a heads-up of her intentions. If worst came to worst, she guessed she'd be finding out how capable one of her own senior officers were…

"Gentlemen, how are the launch preparations going?" she asked of Omdor and Grant as she stepped down to the command level with a slight smile.

== Tag! ==

[Omdor Jaein]

==Apologies for the delay to replying, Miles; it's been a rough couple of days==

Jaein hadn't reckoned with one thing: it takes time for the programs he likes to run to load for the first time on a new install. The program did some fairly intensive polling of the internal sensors and the regular system monitors, cross-checking with maintenance logs as well. Subsequent runnings wouldn't require much in the way of update, but for the first activation, it had a lot of data to sift through to provide him the picture he wanted.

So, by the time Lieutenant Grant walked up, he still didn't know a lot more than he had before he went to bed last night. However, he set that aside as the younger man spoke up.  "Commander," he said, respectfully. "Welcome aboard the Artemis. I don't believe we've properly met yet. Lieutenant Miles Grant." 

Jaein stuck out a hand to shake, as he knew most humans preferred, and gave him a smile. "Commander Omdor Jaein," he said kindly, "though feel free to just call me Jaein if you'd like. I work for a living, or at least used to before they saddled me with the paperwork, too."

"With your presence, I relinquish the conn to your Command, sir," Miles finished.

Well, Jaein thought, I guess he'll still be calling me Commander for a while. He nodded, though he didn't get a chance to reply before the doors opened once again to reveal another officer, thankfully more senior than him. Captain Tyra Crawford walked onto the bridge, surrounded by the aroma of coffee and instantly making Jaein regret not going for the bigger mug, the empty by his station hanging ominously in his peripheral vision. Jaein kept his mouth shut for a moment, waiting on her for a moment.

She looked around the room, taking in the officers present, before she spoke towards himself and Grant.  "Gentlemen, how are the launch preparations going?" she asked, stepping down to the command level with a slight smile on her face.

"Still getting my diagnostics in, Captain," he said, "but all of the reports I've gotten from my officers so far say we're ship shape and ready to cast off on your word. Should that change, you'll be second to know - after myself, of course." He flashed a smile at her as well, offering a little humor at the start of the day. "I would ask, though," he ventured, holding up his empty cup, "I haven't memorized where your replicators are - closest place for a fresh cup?"

As he stood to follow her advice, he set a hand briefly on Grant's shoulder. "Guess she has the bridge now," he said, smiling. "Maybe we can meet up at some point for a drink."

==Tags!==

[Miles Grant]

==No worries. I know the feeling==

The introduction with the Engineering Commander, who told Miles to refer to him as Jaein, went well enough, with Miles taking the man's outstretched hand in a shake. Miles was usually one to stand on principal, so referring to Commander Omdor as anything else but was probably not going to happen. At least not on duty in front of everyone. Miles understood that some were comfortable doing so, but it was much more difficult for Miles. He had become more relaxed on his stance so that it didn't bother him when others were comfortable, but that was unimportant to the task at hand.

Before either could respond further, another person had entered the Bridge. This time, it was their wayward Captain, Crawford. She gave the Bridge a once-over before proceeding over to where Miles and Omdor stood.

"Gentlemen, how are the launch preparations going?" she asked. Omdor was the first to report, speaking on diagnostics and readiness. He then requested where he might locate a replicator for more coffee. Once receiving his answer, he made to locate the machine, though not before placing a hand briefly on Miles' shoulder, mentioning that Crawford had the Bridge now, to which Miles nodded, a small grin creasing his face.

"Maybe we can meet up at some point for a drink." Once again, Miles returned the smile and nodded, though did not speak openly. The mention of getting drinks wasn't an unpleasant idea, but there was a part of him still tensing due to how the Artemis crew's pension for drinking had been on embarrassing display during the meeting the night prior. Regardless, Miles quickly shifted his attention back to Crawford as Omdor departed.

"Tactical at the ready, Captain," he addressed her. "Also awaiting some diagnostics reports, but my Department is at full readiness." After giving his report, he made to take his place at the Tactical console, but paused and turned back to the Captain.

"It's good to see you onboard," he added before continuing his small trek to Tactical. There was definitely much left unsaid in his statement with everything that had happened and what the crew was made to believe of their Captain's fate.

==Tags==

[Carol Harriman]

After visiting the shuttle bay, verifying things were prepped and ready, Carol wasn't early to the bridge. As she arrived, she saw that Captain Crawford had arrived along with the proper departmental officers. She nodded to the captain and greeted her as she hadn't done so earlier. 

"Welcome back captain."

She continued to make her way to the helm position as Lieutenant Grant asked her. She nodded to her department head as she passed by.

"Sorry sir," Carol began. "Went by shuttle bay. All is good."

Carol slid into the seat at helm, as she spoke to Grant as she logged in. She began the typical pre-launch check routine, noting Grant had already started this, which she was thankful. She could just continue the work and prep navigation.

[Tyra Crawford]

"Still getting my diagnostics in, Captain," Omdor said, "but all of the reports I've gotten from my officers so far say we're ship shape and ready to cast off on your word. Should that change, you'll be second to know - after myself, of course."

She shot the engineer a small smile, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Unless it's catastrophic and then, we'll all find out together," she offered with a grin of her own.

"I would ask, though," Omdor ventured, holding up his empty cup, "I haven't memorized where your replicators are - closest place for a fresh cup?"

"Ah," she answered with a sympathetic look. "We can't have any under caffeinated engineers on this ship. It just won't do."

She motioned towards the stations assigned to environmental controls and security. "There's a replicator tucked in there but between us, it's finicky. The one in the briefing room hands out much better coffee," she stated, her tone entirely serious but her eyes seemed to sparkle just a bit.

Grant reported that tactical was fully ready to go and she offered him a nod of thanks. Despite all the other changes, it was always comforting to know that tactical was in steady, reliable hands.

"It's good to see you onboard," Grant added before moving to his station.

Her smile this time was warmer, a sign to those that knew her best that it was genuine. For better or worse, she'd mastered the art of faking it until she made it and there was a great likelihood that much of her current mood was a facade, a need to appear normal and put together, but that smile was genuine.

"Thank you, Miles," she answered. "It's good to be back," she added. And it didn't taste like ash on her tongue, didn't taste like a lie at that moment.

She was dropping her coffee mug into its holder in preparation for diving into her tasks when Harriman appeared on the bridge, taking over her station.

"Welcome back captain," the helmsman greeted Tyra and she offered another smile.

"Thank you, Carol. I'm glad to see you've managed to survive another shore leave without causing too much trouble or paperwork," the redhead teased with a knowing smile as she dropped into her chair.

Her fingers began moving over the console as she checked that personnel were checking in as expected. It appeared there were still some stragglers, including one very important one, but there was time yet.

"Commander Omdor, can I assume that you had adequate time prior to recall to become acquainted with the Vesta class and her systems?" She asked once the engineer had returned with his coffee, her blue eyes briefly flickering up to him before returning to her console.

== Tag! ==

[Robin Mayfair]

Robin Mayfair's southern-accented voice, lighter than that of the Captain but still recognizable, reached the bridge.

[Sickbay to Bridge. This is the Chief Medical Officer. Reporting ready for departure.]

[Miles Grant]

Miles had not known the Captain as long as some others, such as Harriman or Morgan, but he felt he knew her long enough, as well as years of training to read a person's face, to know the smile Crawford sent his way at his words was genuine. He returned the smile as he set up his station to prepare for the upcoming launch.

He was a bit surprised when Harriman entered the Bridge and reported in, apologizing as she had been in the Shuttle Bay checking things. He had to do a double take, as he swore the Officer at Helm had been Harriman. Alas, when Harriman took her place at the Helm, he noted the minutiae details between her and the crewman she had relieved. He made a mental note to double check and ensure who he thought was present was present.

As it was, he thanked her for her report on the Shuttle Bay before going back to check on the status of his diagnostics. He noted Omdor's return and heard Mayfair call through the comms Medical's readiness. Things were coming together, and it looked like they would be due to launch soon.

Of course, he noted Security still needed to check in, and he had not heard any word on the status of their First Officer. He was sure Crawford had it handled, but he was a little curious to see how that situation played out. For now, though, he would concentrate on what he needed to do.

[Omdor Jaein]

"Ah," the captain replied with a sympathetic look. "We can't have any under caffeinated engineers on this ship. It just won't do." She then pointed out a replicator that he felt a little ashamed he hadn't noticed at the rear of the bridge, but then confided that it didn't always work right and directed him to the briefing room.

"I'll see about getting someone up here to look at it," he told her with a wink. "If we can't fix it, I'll get a new unit installed next time we're in dock." He stepped out to the briefing room for a moment, and returned with a steaming cup in his hand and, if not a smile, then at least a decidedly content look on his face.

A quick look around noticed another face in the room, also wearing tactical red. He recognized her from the briefing last night, though he didn't have a name to go with her face. He nodded a greeting and resumed his seat as medical checked in.

He'd had time to look at his diagnostic program and note it's progress when the captain spoke up again. "Commander Omdor," she said with the briefest of looks as she monitored the check-in process, "can I assume that you had adequate time prior to recall to become acquainted with the Vesta class and her systems?"

For a moment, he felt a little called out, before remembering that she had been back in command of the ship for less than twelve hours. Between the incredible drama that had sideswiped her at that briefing, along with having to procure a new first officer and hopefully getting some form of food, sleep, and a shower in there somewhere, he reasoned that reading the jacket of a chief engineer she had been saddled with wasn't exactly a priority for her.

He covered his flash of annoyance and the hesitation with a pull from his coffee, letting the very strong and very hot drink focus him as he answered. "You could say that," he said. "Spent the last several years building two of them a year at the shipyards near Vulcan. Happened to be back home for some R&R when Captain Givens very politely dragooned me to fill in for this mission. Every one is just a little bit different," he said, "but I can get by until I learn Artemis' little quirks."

==Tag back, captain!==

[GM-02]

==Sorry for the delay, was waiting on developments to give input closer to time==

Everyone that was looking at diagnostics and systems checks would find that they were all well within safety standards, and that the ship was reading green and ready to launch.

Omdor, looking at a more detailed report, could see some minor power fluctuations in the EPS grid centered on Deck 16 near the cargo bays, though even that was within tolerances.

[Miles Grant]

Though it seemed like it had been quite some time since Miles had submitted the diagnostics, in reality it had only taken the standard few minutes that these diagnostics normally took to come back. Miles took a moment to review them, pleased that everything was showing green and all safety protocols were up to standard. He confirmed a few more things before reporting.

"Tactical diagnostics report green and ready for launch, Captain," he stated. He knew the next steps were to check with Deep Space 9 for undocking and launch procedure clearance, which he would leave to Harriman, as she was at the Helm, and for the orders of Captain Crawford to get underway.

Of course, there were still other things they were waiting on, but, as of the moment, Miles and his Department were prepared.

[GM-02]

==Cdr Jolann, Denobulan==

Jolann walked onto the bridge of the Artemis with a scowl. At 190, he was well past what should be his retirement, but the thought of going home to his three wives - and pair of exes, he dourly reminded himself - was distinctly unappealing.

Instead, he'd done what he could to keep himself constantly occupied and unable to go home. Bouncing from ship to ship across his decades-long career, with notable stops on the Oceanside and the Istanbul which were second-contact specialists and chronically overworked, he'd done a little bit of everything. To say that he'd expected to wind up on a ship as prestigious as the Artemis would have been to call him a liar. He'd worn a number of descriptors in his time - cantankerous, ornery, unwelcoming, even simply mean-spirited - but honesty was one of his more scrupulous points. Particularly if it wasn't welcome.

He took a sip of his raktajino and stepped forward, surveying the bridge as he did so. He noted several officers, including a Bajoran engineer, a pair of human tactical officers, male and female, and then a female human scientist. He assumed he'd eventually learn names, but for now, he didn't worry about it. Considering he had barely had time to pack a bag when his orders came in, much less review personnel records, he was just glad he was conscious right now.

Instead, he stepped up to the redheaded human in the captain's chair and presented his padd. "Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.

==Eh, you were expecting maybe someone else?==

[Miles Grant]

Miles continued to keep an eye on anything just in case something came up that would require attention. Aside from that, like always, everything became a waiting game. Another unfortunate side effect of the early, pre-launch and launch shift. But there wasn't always going to be action. Sometimes, it came down to hurrying up and waiting.

As Miles continued to do his checks and collecting reports from his Department, the turbolift opened announcing another arrival to the Bridge. Miles looked over to see who it might be, though did not know who the newest arrival to the Bridge was. A Denobulon wearing a scowl on his face, along with the Maroon denoting Command with the pips showing him as a Commander. The most immediate thought that came to Miles was that this new arrival would be the First Officer for this mission.

Those thoughts were confirmed when the Commander, named Jolann, reported in to Captain Crawford as her new First Officer. The words were said sullenly, though whether from exhaustion, as the fragrance of raktajino emanated from the Commander's cup, or he was just in a sour mood, Miles did not know. He didn't particularly care, either, so long as it did not put the crew in danger.

After the Commander had reported in, Miles turned his attention back to his console to continue sending and receiving reports.

[Tyra Crawford]

Omdor's answer was nothing, if not, diplomatic. "You could say that," he had answered. "Spent the last several years building two of them a year at the shipyards near Vulcan. Happened to be back home for some R&R when Captain Givens very politely dragooned me to fill in for this mission. Every one is just a little bit different," he said, "but I can get by until I learn Artemis' little quirks."

It seemed when Givens had assured her that she had located the best possible engineer for the position, she hadn't been exaggerating. Nothing short of dragging Neilson herself out of Utopia would have been an improvement ... That or giving her Elias back but miracles seemed to be in short supply, as became apparent only a few moments later.

Grant reported that tactical was ready with an air that suggested tactical was ready to have an actual task at hand. Medical had also reported in. However, Tyra was still awaiting word from Cera or Givens that the last member of their crew was safely aboard, a task Cera had taken a particular interest in completing for rather obvious reasons.

When the turbolift doors swished open behind her, she turned her head expecting to see a familiar form in either maroon or purple to be stepping through and yet, that wasn't the case at all.

Her lips pressed into the tiniest hint of a frown for a split second before she smothered the irritation and turned to face the incoming commander with a neutral expression. It didn't take half a brain cell to understand who he was and she wondered whether her top choices had been unavailable or if this had been an opposing chess move to counter Bill's tactic. Either way, it didn't appear he was anymore excited about being aboard than she was to have him so at least, they had that in common.

"Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.

"Welcome aboard, Commander. Have you already been provided with the mission parameters?" she asked, the last part of her question coinciding with the turbolift doors opening once more as Cera scurried out.

With the way her dark eyes darted before landing on Jolann and her shoulders dropping at the sight, she'd clearly been trying to beat the new FO to the bridge. Having failed to do so, she tucked herself into the nearest station to observe, which Tyra noted with the barest flicker of a glance.

The redhead was silent for a moment, both to allow the older man to answer and to review his orders. Once she was satisfied, or as satisfied as she would be, she offered a report of her own.

"All departments have checked in and..." She glanced at her console,"all personnel are now accounted for. I think we've dawdled enough. Tactical, obtain launch clearance and let's get on our way."

[Miles Grant]

Captain Crawford and the new First Officer spoke briefly regarding the mission parameters before informing Jolann that all Departments had checked in and personnel accounted for. With that, she addressed Tactical to obtain launch clearance to get the mission going.

Though Helm would do the actual work of flying the ship, clearance was usually best done through Tactical, or by the Chief Tactical Officer...which was Miles himself. As such, he took the opportunity presented to open a channel to Deep Space Nine.

"Artemis to Deep Space Nine Launch Control," he stated. "Requesting permission and clearance to undock and launch." He left the channel ready in order to receive the reply.

==Tag. GM input: Response from DS9, please.==

[GM-02]

[This is Ops,] came a reply. [You are cleared for launch. Use lane 8 while in local space, and you are clear to the edge of the system. Prophets guide you, Artemis.]

A quick sensor scan would confirm the readings: lane 8 led from the current slot that Artemis was docked at to the edge of DS9's interdiction zone and was clear of any traffic, and there was nothing between the end of the lane and open space. Once outside of DS9's operational range - roughly 100,000 km, or about 2 minutes with thrusters or about 15 seconds at quarter impulse - you would be free to navigate and go to warp.

[Omdor Jaein]

Jaein could tell that his attempt at levity in telling Crawford his qualifications hadn't exactly had the desired effect. She'd appreciated what he said, obviously, but she seemed almost a little gloomy after he spoke. I wonder if I should've been a little more serious, he thought, but didn't dwell on it. There wasn't exactly a lot of point in dwelling on what had happened, after all.

And besides, his console chose that moment to beep at him that the diagnostics he'd wanted to run were complete.

He turned and looked, and was glad to note that, as he'd reported earlier, everything was still showing green across the board. However, there was a niggling little power issue near the cargo bays. Nothing that would keep them from flying - it was probably just an EPS junction that wasn't quite installed correctly, or had some manufacturing defect - but it was enough to show up on the report. He made a note to head down there to fix it once they were under way.

Before he could do much more, though, the turbolift opened and their new FO appeared. The most dour-looking Denobulan he'd ever seen walked in, an impression which was only confirmed after the man opened his mouth to report in. How he wound up here was a question he'd have to ask the Prophets, and he doubted they'd give him an answer. At least we're about to launch, he thought, and sat back in his chair and waited to see where the road would take them.

[Tyra Crawford]

From where she sat, Tyra could hear DS9 provide the clearance for launch and now that they'd acquired their newest crew member, even if it wasn't who she had expected, the redhead was more than ready to get out of there before anymore curve balls were thrown at them.

"Helm, take us out, please. Let's not scratch the paint, Carol," she said with a small smile, not bothering to tell the pilot to take the slower route. She wouldn't, not if experience meant anything.

"Grant, you've got the coordinates for our destination. I'd like an estimate of our travel time once we're clear of space dock. Commander Jolann, I'd recommend you take the time to read the mission profile while we're enroute."

With that, the redhead settled back into her chair, one leg crossed over the other and an arm resting on the armrest with an air of ease that was unlikely to settle below the surface.

== GM: feel free to move us along as needed ==

[Lucy Devereaux]

Lucy watched as launch preparations began. The various consoles and seats were filled gradually. The absence of Captain Givens was odd as officially she was the one in command of this mission. It was the unofficial stuff that was close to giving Lucy a headache. It was good that Tyra was present, even if Ben was gone and Damian had been taken off the board. The crew needed a guiding star. Being able to work independently was survivable, but working cohesively required sound direction.

Commander Jolann was a curious choice for First Officer. Denobulans were a species Lucy hadn’t come across outside of Academy classes. Biology, psychology, and culture. Generally amenable, but had their limits the same as everyone else. Odd to see one at a command level. Somebody must have thought that he fitted the bill or they wouldn’t have sent him. The mission had the appearance of just checking the borders, but motivations behind the curtain were out of reach.

All systems seemed fine and they departed DS9. The EPS fluctuations in Deck 16 were a niggle. Science did fiddle with power flow when it was absolutely necessary, but that was primarily in the wheelhouse of Engineering. Jaein would definitely have noted it for attention. Lucy left a note for herself to be wary of that area. The cargo bays held stores and supplies. Something that often was forgotten. Matter replication required the necessary parts. Rations were only for the most dire of emergencies.

Time to go pretend not to poke the bear.

It was generally borders or some shade of ideology or in some cases just weird ****. Butting heads with the Cardassians and the Breen was just one of those things that would keep happening. The antagonists would change at times, but there was always some conflict.

Just gotta get through whatever is next and not **** it up.

[GM-02]

==Cdr Jolann==

The reception he received on his arrival was exactly what he had expected. The captain spoke while everyone else either busied themselves with their consoles or just more blatantly ignored him. "Welcome aboard, Commander," she said. "Have you already been provided with the mission parameters?"

He was about to answer when another swish of the turbolift doors interrupted him. He saw a diminutive blonde in support colors come out and visibly slump upon seeing him. She must be the captain's spy, he thought, in addition to being the quartermaster. He nodded to her as she took an unobtrusive corner to herself, before turning back to the captain who continued speaking, ordering the helm to obtain clearance to leave.

Jolann took his seat as the helm complied, which didn't take long he noted. The crew appeared to be fairly well trained. Captain Crawford issued a few orders, including one to him. "Commander Jolann, I'd recommend you take the time to read the mission profile while we're enroute."

"Yes, Captain," he answered, frowning as he realized he had neglected to answer her earlier question in a similar vein. "That is top of my agenda, now that I have the luxury of not sprinting for the airlock, followed by familiarizing myself with the crew and any issues that may arise there."

[GM-02]

The trip from Deep Space Nine was an uneventful one, even if it wasn’t entirely a straightforward one. Directly rimward from Bajor, it nonetheless required a fairly roundabout route as Cardassian territory jutted out into Federation territory in between the two. Fortunately, the Artemis was a fast ship, and they were on station by noon, ship’s time, the day after launch.

As Artemis came up on the Hugora Nebula, there was no one else in the area - as it should be. Long range scans found the nearest ship was nearly two lightyears away, on the nearest shipping route between Federation planets. Within the nebula, scans were more indeterminate. Artemis’ sensors could only penetrate a quarter million kilometers - a pittance when compared to the nebula’s size.

However, as best as could be determined, there was nothing standing in the ship’s way to begin executing her mission - placing the sensor buoys and testing their effectiveness. The initial deployment plan called for Artemis to do what amounted to a depth test: place the buoys in a line going straight into the nebula and see at what point they lost communications with the outside world.

[Miles Grant]

==Prior to time jump==

Everything was set, they had gotten the clearance to depart, and Captain Crawford had given the order. As the Helm guided the ship to waypoint, Miles double checked the estimated time of arrival at recommended Warp.

His readings confirmed what he had suspected, which would be a trip that would take a day and half to two days time. Satisfied that everything was set, he allowed himself to focus on their departure while still keeping an eye out for any alerts.

He overheard the continued conversation between Crawford and their new First Officer regarding mission outline and briefing. Things Miles and most of the others who hadn't needed to arrive last minute were already familiar with. With little else to do but keep an eye on systems, Miles settled back for their journey.

==Timeskip==

Aside from the necessity to detour around Cardassian Space, the trip to the Hugora Nebula had been rather uneventful. The only concern that had come up during the journey was a slight spat between two of his Enlisted crew members. They had apparently brought an ongoing dispute on board that had not been resolved before departure. Luckily, Miles was made aware of it before it could escalate too far and was able to squash it. He would still keep an eye on the two, but nothing further had come of it.

When he received notification that they were less than hour from exiting Warp and arriving in-system, Miles had made his way to the Bridge to be there for their arrival. Once he arrived, he relieved the Ensign at Tactical and took his place there. Doing a few last minute checks and preparing for them to drop from Warp, Miles was all set once they did.

Once out of Warp, Miles began Tactical scans of the area. He knew Science would be doing their more in-depth scans, but he would still be able to make a report. He didn't have to wait long before he had something he could address to the Command Officer(s).

"Currently not detecting other ships on scan of the immediate vicinity," he began. "Long range scans are picking up the nearest known ship approximately two lightyears away...on a shipping route between Federation planets." With that, his particular report was finished, and he gave the floor to Science and Engineering for their reports while he made a note in scans to keep the closest ship in the shipping routes tagged for updates just in case while he continued in-system Tactical scans.

==Tags. GM input: Is there anything further Miles can surmise from basic Tactical scans, such as possible sensor blind spots? Thank you==

[Aeryn Miller]

A call then came through from the science complex. 


[Commander Miller to the Bridge, we have five completed probes ready to be deployed and positioned manually]



== Tags ==

[Omdor Jaein]

Jaein was annoyed as he came back to the bridge for the arrival. His sleeves were rolled up and he was in his work clothes, tools softly clanking in his pockets as he stepped off the turbolift. He hadn't been able to pin down that power fluctuation he'd found, though to be fair he'd only been able to work on it for the past half-hour or so.

Most of the previous day he had spent, unfortunately, on paperwork. He'd intended to get down to the science labs and help young Ensign Hu and the science team, but getting pulled into this position so last minute had meant he still had a lot of cleanup to do that should've been taken care of during their layover at Deep Space 9. The remaining team had done an admirable job, but even they were more focused on just maintaining rather than making sure every 'I' was dotted and every 'T' was crossed.

Figures that by the time I can actually do any actual engineering, I get called out before I can really get started.

However, there wasn't any use for it. It was the job, and so here he was. He took his seat, and ran a quick diagnostic, making sure that the ship was ready for passage into the nebula and for it's task of deploying the mines.

==GM Input: anything crazy happening? Let me know if there's an issue.==

[Tyra Crawford]

== Arrival Timeline ==

Tyra had made a point of being on the bridge ahead of their scheduled arrival and was settled into her chair with a fresh cup of coffee in hand before the ship began to noticeably slow down. Givens seemed to have made a similar decision and was seated at one of the empty stations, watching everyone and everything with interest as things developed.

"Currently not detecting other ships on scan of the immediate vicinity," he began. "Long range scans are picking up the nearest known ship approximately two lightyears away...on a shipping route between Federation planets," Grant reported, though none of it surprised her greatly. They were literally there because they couldn't detect anything in the nebula.

[Commander Miller to the Bridge, we have five completed probes ready to be deployed and positioned manually,] Miller offered before Tyra could answer Grant.

"Acknowledged. Were we provided any guidance on their optimal spacing or suggested distance?" She asked Miller, though her blue eyes also shifted towards where Omdor had made himself comfortable and Givens.

"Helm, begin easing us into position at the edge of the nebula for the first drop. Grant, boost our sensor range as much as possible so that we've got a current baseline to compare the buoys' effectiveness to."