02-12-2025, 06:11 PM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
Somehow, Flint had been selected and assigned as alpha shift pilot. Normally he was assigned to delta shift, but with Black being on leave. The powers that be had, he decided in his head, had finally seen fit to recognise his skills, and elevate him to a more prestige roll. In his head.
Pausing at the rear of the bridge as he entered he nodded to T'Lari. “Lieutenant.” He said flashing the Vulcan a wide smile.
He was tall and well built, mousey blond with blue eyes, and had a chin so chiselled, you'd have thought it was made of the same stuff as his namesake. His voice was smooth. Like the Radio 4 late night shipping report read by Orson Wells level of smooth.
Stepping down to the command level with a swagger full of self confidence, “Good Morning, Captain. Commander.” He said as he passed them on his way to the helm. Which he swung himself into with the grace of a lithe cuttlefish as his hands began reconfiguring the station to his personal settings.
After a couple more minutes and a few pauses and hurried taps, he turned back to face his superior officers and announced. “The Helm is ready at your command. Captain.”
Somehow, Flint had been selected and assigned as alpha shift pilot. Normally he was assigned to delta shift, but with Black being on leave. The powers that be had, he decided in his head, had finally seen fit to recognise his skills, and elevate him to a more prestige roll. In his head.
Pausing at the rear of the bridge as he entered he nodded to T'Lari. “Lieutenant.” He said flashing the Vulcan a wide smile.
He was tall and well built, mousey blond with blue eyes, and had a chin so chiselled, you'd have thought it was made of the same stuff as his namesake. His voice was smooth. Like the Radio 4 late night shipping report read by Orson Wells level of smooth.
Stepping down to the command level with a swagger full of self confidence, “Good Morning, Captain. Commander.” He said as he passed them on his way to the helm. Which he swung himself into with the grace of a lithe cuttlefish as his hands began reconfiguring the station to his personal settings.
After a couple more minutes and a few pauses and hurried taps, he turned back to face his superior officers and announced. “The Helm is ready at your command. Captain.”