Jez was still on cloud nine from the celebration they had in Ten Forward after their little after-evaluation by Commander Velaul. Sovak was in the middle of the New Crew Security Orientation, which was finishing up. Yes, it was boring, like watching paint dry, but it was necessary. New crew members needed to know the proper procedures for life aboard the Aquila. The briefing was usually about two hours long, plus another thirty minutes for questions and answers. It covered topics such as what to do during an evacuation, which transporter room to report to, where the escape pods were located, and what areas were off-limits to civilians. It covered a vast array of topics, so, of course, Sovak, being a Vulcan, was both thorough and annoyingly detailed.
It wasn’t that these New Crew Security Briefings weren’t important. It was just that Jez didn’t necessarily enjoy telling overprotective parents that Security didn’t provide babysitting services. That would fall under Family Support Services, particularly Chief Petty Officer Alvish Yizzah.
Just as the briefing was finishing up, the computer’s voice came across all decks in a loud, calm, and clear manner:
[Attention... Attention... Attention... This is not a drill. All civilian and non-essential personnel are to evacuate immediately. If you are not an active-duty member of the crew, you are to report to an evacuation point immediately. Please follow the flashing arrows and proceed in an orderly manner. If you require assistance, simply say in a clear voice that assistance is required, and the computer will direct the crew to assist you in evacuating. This is not a drill.]
“All right, people, you heard that. All Security personnel, report to your evacuation posts. Help all the civilians. Sovak, I want you in the Main Transporter Room,” ordered Jez.
“Aye, sir,” said Sovak.
Jez turned to Mike. “I’m afraid that means you as well,” she said.
Mike smiled. He was so proud of Jez. “Yeah, I know. Keep your eyes open and your head down,” he replied.
Jez gave her mentor a small kiss. “I will.”
Mike turned and made his way to the nearest transporter room.
>> Bridge.>>
It wasn’t that these New Crew Security Briefings weren’t important. It was just that Jez didn’t necessarily enjoy telling overprotective parents that Security didn’t provide babysitting services. That would fall under Family Support Services, particularly Chief Petty Officer Alvish Yizzah.
Just as the briefing was finishing up, the computer’s voice came across all decks in a loud, calm, and clear manner:
[Attention... Attention... Attention... This is not a drill. All civilian and non-essential personnel are to evacuate immediately. If you are not an active-duty member of the crew, you are to report to an evacuation point immediately. Please follow the flashing arrows and proceed in an orderly manner. If you require assistance, simply say in a clear voice that assistance is required, and the computer will direct the crew to assist you in evacuating. This is not a drill.]
“All right, people, you heard that. All Security personnel, report to your evacuation posts. Help all the civilians. Sovak, I want you in the Main Transporter Room,” ordered Jez.
“Aye, sir,” said Sovak.
Jez turned to Mike. “I’m afraid that means you as well,” she said.
Mike smiled. He was so proud of Jez. “Yeah, I know. Keep your eyes open and your head down,” he replied.
Jez gave her mentor a small kiss. “I will.”
Mike turned and made his way to the nearest transporter room.
>> Bridge.>>