10-29-2026, 12:23 AM
Mara stepped out of the Ready Room and exhaled slowly. Just about every single Star Fleet officer harboured dreams of their own command and the Security Chief was no different. But every time she saw behind the curtain, of the real demands of command, that ambition wavered just a little.
The politics is wha’ would kill me. I’m no’ a political animal. At all. An’ I don’t think even Tyra could teach me to handle all th’ managin’ upwards I’d ‘ave to do.
She looked around the Bridge as the crew looked at her expectantly.
Then again… Maybe? I’m doin’ things now I never thought I could. Is it tha’ farfetched tha’ I could learn to maybe no’ call important people a bunch o’ useless arseholes to their faces?
A faint smile creased the corners of Calleja’s lips as she walked over to an empty Ops station
“OK, we’re goin’ down there,” she said calmly. “Small initial team as a recon. Prime Directive is still a concern, as is th’ comms goin’ dead mid-call. We ‘ave to make sure it’s safe an’ tha’ we can do wha’ we need to.”
She hit her commbadge.
“Calleja to Mayfair. Cap’n has authorised a small initial away team. Just you an’ maybe one other. We need to see what’s goin’ on down there before callin’ in reinforcements. Get your gear together, transporter room one in th’ next 30 minutes please.”
The Amazonian officer cycled channels.
“Calleja to Security. I need a 6-officer protection team in transporter room 1. Type IIs, no rifles or full suits, we’re tryin’ to stay low profile. 30 minutes. Bridge out.”
Dark eyes moved to Hally and Aeryn.
“Any updates for me? I wanna beam down rather than risk a shuttle. Wha’ do we know?”
Her hands danced across the screen as she pulled up sensor feeds, intending to check out landing zones for insertion.
== GM input please - what are our options for landing zones? Ideally as close as possible to the source of the transmission.
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The politics is wha’ would kill me. I’m no’ a political animal. At all. An’ I don’t think even Tyra could teach me to handle all th’ managin’ upwards I’d ‘ave to do.
She looked around the Bridge as the crew looked at her expectantly.
Then again… Maybe? I’m doin’ things now I never thought I could. Is it tha’ farfetched tha’ I could learn to maybe no’ call important people a bunch o’ useless arseholes to their faces?
A faint smile creased the corners of Calleja’s lips as she walked over to an empty Ops station
“OK, we’re goin’ down there,” she said calmly. “Small initial team as a recon. Prime Directive is still a concern, as is th’ comms goin’ dead mid-call. We ‘ave to make sure it’s safe an’ tha’ we can do wha’ we need to.”
She hit her commbadge.
“Calleja to Mayfair. Cap’n has authorised a small initial away team. Just you an’ maybe one other. We need to see what’s goin’ on down there before callin’ in reinforcements. Get your gear together, transporter room one in th’ next 30 minutes please.”
The Amazonian officer cycled channels.
“Calleja to Security. I need a 6-officer protection team in transporter room 1. Type IIs, no rifles or full suits, we’re tryin’ to stay low profile. 30 minutes. Bridge out.”
Dark eyes moved to Hally and Aeryn.
“Any updates for me? I wanna beam down rather than risk a shuttle. Wha’ do we know?”
Her hands danced across the screen as she pulled up sensor feeds, intending to check out landing zones for insertion.
== GM input please - what are our options for landing zones? Ideally as close as possible to the source of the transmission.
Tags all. ==