03-25-2025, 11:29 PM
==Pre time skip==
As she and the Midshipman walked back to Security, Art let herself get deep in thought regarding just how dangerous this could be for the young man. This was his first assignment, and Braggins thought it wise to send him off on his own? He wasn’t much younger than she was, but at least she had experience - age wasn’t the issue here.
Then there was the issue of the “Ambassador”, and how much his own hot-headedness could endanger the lives of the Away Team. Did he think he was going to be on that racing pod with them? She would fight tooth and nail to prevent that from happening. The last thing a bunch of inexperienced officers needed in a tense situation was an unpredictable civilian. That thought alone made her want to growl.
Silently, Art sat down at a console, bringing up what information the Yeager had been provided on these Wairarans. Her regular training exercises wouldn’t do, since most of them were foot-based. She had little selection when it came to programs regarding flight, let alone racing. A fresh cup of coffee appeared next to her, and she didn’t move her eyes from the screen as she lifted it and took a slow sip.
A glance up at the Security that surrounded her, Art did let a small growl loose before turning her attention back to the screen. This was Braggins’ M.O.: little information, big action. Had it not been for Peter, Art would have started wishing again that she was assigned to another ship.
“With the little time that we have for training,” Alden spoke up, “would you like me to go ahead and set up a survival program on the Holodeck for you? Or find Commander Jensen so I can get used to working as a team with the rest of the Midshipmen first?”
“Yes.” Art said curtly. “To both.” She paused and took another sip of coffee; it wasn’t her usual preference, but at least Gary the Gauche hadn’t served her lavender tea. “Load up a program, and then go find Jensen, tell him the program’s waiting, and see what he wants to do. At the very least, you can run through it yourself and I’ll join you in a bit if you don’t finish it by the time I get there. Try to find something… race-y.”
She then looked up suddenly, realizing what she said. “Race-like.” The Chief clarified, staring at the Midshipman hard. ”Race-like.” Art aimed her disgusted look at the computer, thinking to herself that she needed to be more careful with her English.
==Post time-skip==
Artie knew it was too good to be true; Braggins got them there sooner rather than later. If she ever got a smidgen more clearance, curiosity would have the Chief look into Braggins’ record, just to confirm that the woman had never been a security officer, since it showed. She was clever, sure, but never thought to put safety or preparedness first.
Almost pacing, Art glared at the large screen that she used to monitor what happened on the Bridge. Half of it showed the viewscreen the Bridge had, and the other had constant read-outs on what she deemed relevant.
“Alden!” She said sharply, summoning the Midshipman to be at her side. “What do you make of all this?” Art indicated the read-outs. “And what do you remember from classes about neutrinos? All I know,” the Chief confessed, “is that they’re an indicator of a cloaked ship.”
==Tags to Alden==
==GM, strap in:
What is the type of star in this system? Can you tell me any more about the comet? Does the intended race track go through the asteroid belt? Will the neutrino storm’s trajectory take it through the race track? Will the “white hole” be infringing on the track, as well? And to top it off, what do we know about these people besides 'they like racing'?==
As she and the Midshipman walked back to Security, Art let herself get deep in thought regarding just how dangerous this could be for the young man. This was his first assignment, and Braggins thought it wise to send him off on his own? He wasn’t much younger than she was, but at least she had experience - age wasn’t the issue here.
Then there was the issue of the “Ambassador”, and how much his own hot-headedness could endanger the lives of the Away Team. Did he think he was going to be on that racing pod with them? She would fight tooth and nail to prevent that from happening. The last thing a bunch of inexperienced officers needed in a tense situation was an unpredictable civilian. That thought alone made her want to growl.
Silently, Art sat down at a console, bringing up what information the Yeager had been provided on these Wairarans. Her regular training exercises wouldn’t do, since most of them were foot-based. She had little selection when it came to programs regarding flight, let alone racing. A fresh cup of coffee appeared next to her, and she didn’t move her eyes from the screen as she lifted it and took a slow sip.
A glance up at the Security that surrounded her, Art did let a small growl loose before turning her attention back to the screen. This was Braggins’ M.O.: little information, big action. Had it not been for Peter, Art would have started wishing again that she was assigned to another ship.
“With the little time that we have for training,” Alden spoke up, “would you like me to go ahead and set up a survival program on the Holodeck for you? Or find Commander Jensen so I can get used to working as a team with the rest of the Midshipmen first?”
“Yes.” Art said curtly. “To both.” She paused and took another sip of coffee; it wasn’t her usual preference, but at least Gary the Gauche hadn’t served her lavender tea. “Load up a program, and then go find Jensen, tell him the program’s waiting, and see what he wants to do. At the very least, you can run through it yourself and I’ll join you in a bit if you don’t finish it by the time I get there. Try to find something… race-y.”
She then looked up suddenly, realizing what she said. “Race-like.” The Chief clarified, staring at the Midshipman hard. ”Race-like.” Art aimed her disgusted look at the computer, thinking to herself that she needed to be more careful with her English.
==Post time-skip==
Artie knew it was too good to be true; Braggins got them there sooner rather than later. If she ever got a smidgen more clearance, curiosity would have the Chief look into Braggins’ record, just to confirm that the woman had never been a security officer, since it showed. She was clever, sure, but never thought to put safety or preparedness first.
Almost pacing, Art glared at the large screen that she used to monitor what happened on the Bridge. Half of it showed the viewscreen the Bridge had, and the other had constant read-outs on what she deemed relevant.
“Alden!” She said sharply, summoning the Midshipman to be at her side. “What do you make of all this?” Art indicated the read-outs. “And what do you remember from classes about neutrinos? All I know,” the Chief confessed, “is that they’re an indicator of a cloaked ship.”
==Tags to Alden==
==GM, strap in:
What is the type of star in this system? Can you tell me any more about the comet? Does the intended race track go through the asteroid belt? Will the neutrino storm’s trajectory take it through the race track? Will the “white hole” be infringing on the track, as well? And to top it off, what do we know about these people besides 'they like racing'?==