08-05-2025, 03:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2025, 03:24 AM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
One simulation. Then two. Then three and four. Hallowette placed variables and removed possibilities, using every bit of her academy taught knowledge to make the most of the scenario before her. Artemis' computer calculated outcomes in milliseconds, and rather than be impressed by the advanced capabilities of the ship, Hally felt the weight of her inexperience.
If only she wasn't so green maybe she could give the Captain a solution other than the one every calculation had arrived at.
While the Artemis was more than capable of taking on a single platform, it couldn't do so without taking some measure of damage - and damage equaled lives.
Suddenly the most junior officer on the bridge felt the weight of her duty - the price demanded of her lofty ideals and ambitions. The very real cost of being a member of the ship's bridge crew.
But rather than let it weigh her down or let it drive her back into her uncertainty, the hybrid doubled down. She *did* deserve to be here, else she wouldn't be. Grant had chosen her for this position for a reason, whether it was something in her file, or the budding friendships she had made with the senior crew. They believed in her, so she wasn't going to let them down by doubting herself.
One more simulation, then I'll report... She considered the options others had offered, discounting the ones the Captain had declined, but choosing to implement elements that she could.
There...that might be a solution? She thought to how the Captain had seemed short, the headache, the seeming irritation. Crawford doesn't need speculation, she needs real answers...but...
Hallowette turned in her seat, her wrist aching with the movement. She lowered her eyes and noticed a bright blue ring forming around it, indicating it was badly bruised and likely fractured in the fall from her seat. She paid it no mind though, focusing through the pain and acknowledging the importance of her task.
"Captain, I've run several calculations and all indicate that the Dominion War era platforms still outrange us by a significant margin. Artemis has capability to withstand the barrage - , our shields are capable of taking several polaron blasts, the fleet has updated harmonics schedules and advancements in..." she trailed off, recognizing that Crawford wasn't an Academy instructor, and this wasn't a test to see how she had arrived at her calculations. The Captain just needed an answer.
She recalibrated her tone as well as her report, "...Sir.." she said looking at Crawford directly, "Ultimately the closer we can get without triggering a response the better. If we trigger the alarm too soon, we will have a few precious moments where we will be taking fire without being able to respond. The closer we get, the quicker the platform goes *Pa-koom*." She wasn't sure why she made the explosion noise, but the sound effect made her feel more like herself than she had the entire time she had walked on the bridge. She continued, "If Engineering's IFF solution is still an option, even if only a few moments, then it might make the difference between us slicing up the defense platform clean, or risking damage, even if minimal."
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If only she wasn't so green maybe she could give the Captain a solution other than the one every calculation had arrived at.
While the Artemis was more than capable of taking on a single platform, it couldn't do so without taking some measure of damage - and damage equaled lives.
Suddenly the most junior officer on the bridge felt the weight of her duty - the price demanded of her lofty ideals and ambitions. The very real cost of being a member of the ship's bridge crew.
But rather than let it weigh her down or let it drive her back into her uncertainty, the hybrid doubled down. She *did* deserve to be here, else she wouldn't be. Grant had chosen her for this position for a reason, whether it was something in her file, or the budding friendships she had made with the senior crew. They believed in her, so she wasn't going to let them down by doubting herself.
One more simulation, then I'll report... She considered the options others had offered, discounting the ones the Captain had declined, but choosing to implement elements that she could.
There...that might be a solution? She thought to how the Captain had seemed short, the headache, the seeming irritation. Crawford doesn't need speculation, she needs real answers...but...
Hallowette turned in her seat, her wrist aching with the movement. She lowered her eyes and noticed a bright blue ring forming around it, indicating it was badly bruised and likely fractured in the fall from her seat. She paid it no mind though, focusing through the pain and acknowledging the importance of her task.
"Captain, I've run several calculations and all indicate that the Dominion War era platforms still outrange us by a significant margin. Artemis has capability to withstand the barrage - , our shields are capable of taking several polaron blasts, the fleet has updated harmonics schedules and advancements in..." she trailed off, recognizing that Crawford wasn't an Academy instructor, and this wasn't a test to see how she had arrived at her calculations. The Captain just needed an answer.
She recalibrated her tone as well as her report, "...Sir.." she said looking at Crawford directly, "Ultimately the closer we can get without triggering a response the better. If we trigger the alarm too soon, we will have a few precious moments where we will be taking fire without being able to respond. The closer we get, the quicker the platform goes *Pa-koom*." She wasn't sure why she made the explosion noise, but the sound effect made her feel more like herself than she had the entire time she had walked on the bridge. She continued, "If Engineering's IFF solution is still an option, even if only a few moments, then it might make the difference between us slicing up the defense platform clean, or risking damage, even if minimal."
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