04-29-2024, 01:48 AM
==Two Weeks After Operation Ursa Major==
==Antares Shipyards, Bajor Sector==
Jenny rubbed her eyes and glared at the cold coffee mug on the desk as though it had betrayed her by not staying hot; the thermal mug had kept it at a drinkable temperature for hours, she knew that deep down, but it seemed as though she'd been working on her paperwork for hours. M'Rell, her Caitian Yeoman, had followed her from the Philadelphia to her new command and had been the one to deposit the fresh mug, but she'd long since retired for the night. Or was it morning? Jenny had turned off the chronometer built into her terminal, so she wasn't entirely sure any more. Raiju's soft snores from the basket next to her desk indicated that whatever time it was, it was either too late or too early.
I'm not sure what Command felt the more severe punishment would be; assigning me to convoy duty or the paperwork that comes with new construction.
Leaning back in her chair, Jenny looked out of the window where Workbees swarmed over the frame of the new Yeager as it neared completion. Jenny had been both bemused and infatuated with the ship when she had taken a Workbee on a tour of the construction slip herself; while the previous Yeager had been cobbled together out of available parts to guard Deep Space Nine from the Dominion, the current ship had followed the same design ethos deliberately. A Pathfinder-class primary hull and nacelles had been mated to a winged secondary hull in the same style as the old Yeager and Jenny had fallen in love almost instantly; it was a ship that Jenna Bartlett had suited her to a tee, defying convention with its very existence.
Except that defying convention often had its own issues; like fighting tooth and nail for the proper equipment, personnel, and getting the ship launched on time.
If we can get the glitch in the thruster control fixed, we can fix the rest after we leave. Assuming we get the people we need to fix it, of course...
With a groan, Jenny closed the terminal and rose from the desk. She figured she had enough time for a shower and a nap before her first meetings, where she would be interviewing potentials for her new senior staff. Once the interviews were over, there was a tour of the ship followed by a meeting with the designer and the shipyard engineer responsible for overseeing the construction; the meetings were almost as eternal as the paperwork, and Jenny once again cursed the recklessness that had cost her command of the Philadelphia.
Then again, she pondered as she moved from the office area into the bedroom, it wasn't every day you were handed a ship fresh from the shipyard. Even if it was punishment and another sign her career would likely progress no further, it was her chance to have a meaningful impact on a ship and its crew, and it was a unique enough design that wherever she went and whatever she and her crew accomplished, it would get noticed.
==Antares Shipyards, Bajor Sector==
Jenny rubbed her eyes and glared at the cold coffee mug on the desk as though it had betrayed her by not staying hot; the thermal mug had kept it at a drinkable temperature for hours, she knew that deep down, but it seemed as though she'd been working on her paperwork for hours. M'Rell, her Caitian Yeoman, had followed her from the Philadelphia to her new command and had been the one to deposit the fresh mug, but she'd long since retired for the night. Or was it morning? Jenny had turned off the chronometer built into her terminal, so she wasn't entirely sure any more. Raiju's soft snores from the basket next to her desk indicated that whatever time it was, it was either too late or too early.
I'm not sure what Command felt the more severe punishment would be; assigning me to convoy duty or the paperwork that comes with new construction.
Leaning back in her chair, Jenny looked out of the window where Workbees swarmed over the frame of the new Yeager as it neared completion. Jenny had been both bemused and infatuated with the ship when she had taken a Workbee on a tour of the construction slip herself; while the previous Yeager had been cobbled together out of available parts to guard Deep Space Nine from the Dominion, the current ship had followed the same design ethos deliberately. A Pathfinder-class primary hull and nacelles had been mated to a winged secondary hull in the same style as the old Yeager and Jenny had fallen in love almost instantly; it was a ship that Jenna Bartlett had suited her to a tee, defying convention with its very existence.
Except that defying convention often had its own issues; like fighting tooth and nail for the proper equipment, personnel, and getting the ship launched on time.
If we can get the glitch in the thruster control fixed, we can fix the rest after we leave. Assuming we get the people we need to fix it, of course...
With a groan, Jenny closed the terminal and rose from the desk. She figured she had enough time for a shower and a nap before her first meetings, where she would be interviewing potentials for her new senior staff. Once the interviews were over, there was a tour of the ship followed by a meeting with the designer and the shipyard engineer responsible for overseeing the construction; the meetings were almost as eternal as the paperwork, and Jenny once again cursed the recklessness that had cost her command of the Philadelphia.
Then again, she pondered as she moved from the office area into the bedroom, it wasn't every day you were handed a ship fresh from the shipyard. Even if it was punishment and another sign her career would likely progress no further, it was her chance to have a meaningful impact on a ship and its crew, and it was a unique enough design that wherever she went and whatever she and her crew accomplished, it would get noticed.