07-17-2025, 04:45 PM
== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical (Helm) ==
Krandall stood from his station to face the Captain and give the simple reply, "Aye, sir. I have the Bridge."
In textbook fashion, he repeated the Captain's own orders back to him, making it clear that he had heard them as stated. He then waited, standing at Parade Rest, until the Captain moved to the exit. Only then did he move to the Center Chair and brought up the small display that would give him a view of the current navigation details, so he could continue to monitor the situation.
To be honest, he had nothing to do, sitting at the Helm. He was monitoring various sensor readings, but they were currently all mundane and it was a challenge for him to remain awake. This small change of pace was quite welcome. Still, it was better than being a civilian. He had been a Marine combat pilot and had always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He was right at home in a fast paced operations tempo where split second decisions decided life and death. He could accept that he would no longer be part of that sort of life, living on the edge. What was hard was that he was fairly certain that he could never return to a "normal" life as a civilian. He would put money on the fact that he would likely go crazy in about a week. Living the life of luxury on a ship as a Helmsman might be boring compared to his past assignments, but it was still on a ship and facing the vastness of the void. You also never knew what tomorrow might bring.
Krandall stood from his station to face the Captain and give the simple reply, "Aye, sir. I have the Bridge."
In textbook fashion, he repeated the Captain's own orders back to him, making it clear that he had heard them as stated. He then waited, standing at Parade Rest, until the Captain moved to the exit. Only then did he move to the Center Chair and brought up the small display that would give him a view of the current navigation details, so he could continue to monitor the situation.
To be honest, he had nothing to do, sitting at the Helm. He was monitoring various sensor readings, but they were currently all mundane and it was a challenge for him to remain awake. This small change of pace was quite welcome. Still, it was better than being a civilian. He had been a Marine combat pilot and had always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He was right at home in a fast paced operations tempo where split second decisions decided life and death. He could accept that he would no longer be part of that sort of life, living on the edge. What was hard was that he was fairly certain that he could never return to a "normal" life as a civilian. He would put money on the fact that he would likely go crazy in about a week. Living the life of luxury on a ship as a Helmsman might be boring compared to his past assignments, but it was still on a ship and facing the vastness of the void. You also never knew what tomorrow might bring.