04-29-2024, 02:03 AM
"No word yet. Perhaps I'll be returned to the Yeager."
The bitterness in the young half-Vulcan's voice was faint, but recognisable. Jenny had thoroughly enjoyed her time aboard that ship, getting to do things her own way, but she had known that for many of her crew it was not just a punishment, but an insult. There were ships in the fleet still using twenty or thirty year old technology, but they had been refined designs like the Sovereign, Nova and Defiant classes. The Yeager had never developed being a slapped-together mess of parts that had somehow worked, and had lagged behind in the quality of life upgrades that the line vessels had received - even the Philadelphia, the last Nova-class to be constructed, had received the latest firmware upgrades to bring her older technology in-line with the more modern designs.
Alas, a return to the Yeager was not likely for either of them. As part of the hearing, the ease with which the Yeager had been appropriated had sealed her fate; she was already on her way to a reclamation yard where anything useful would be stripped out, and then she'd return to Qualor II to be left to rot until someone broke her up for scrap and recycling. It was a tragic fate for a ship with such history, but those were the breaks, as the saying went.
"They're scrapping her. Too old, too expensive to upgrade, and too easy to steal. Command says she's a liability to keep in commission."
Which is a joke considering three years ago the near entirity of Starfleet was stolen by their own software...
Jenny's voice had a mournful edge to it; the Yeager hadn't been her first command, nor was it the finest ship she'd ever served on, but it had had character, and she'd learned to love it. Now it was gone, and her new command still lay in a construction slip at the bottom of the priority list. Maybe that was what Starfleet intended; keep her in limbo, force her to resign rather than kicking her out, and use the excuse that they'd had a command waiting for her as their excuse if anyone asked.
"Should they assign you to Captain another ship I would be gratified to serve under you."
Jenny smiled sadly and nodded.
"It'd be great to have you along. Allegedly they have something waiting for me at the Antares Fleet Yards, but she's not finished. I've not been given any details beyond that I'm supposed to fly out there tomorrow to oversee her completion. I imagine when that's done they'll hand her off to someone else. I never saw myself as a Yard Dog, but maybe that'll be a nice change of pace. Yellow not really my colour, though..."
The bitterness in the young half-Vulcan's voice was faint, but recognisable. Jenny had thoroughly enjoyed her time aboard that ship, getting to do things her own way, but she had known that for many of her crew it was not just a punishment, but an insult. There were ships in the fleet still using twenty or thirty year old technology, but they had been refined designs like the Sovereign, Nova and Defiant classes. The Yeager had never developed being a slapped-together mess of parts that had somehow worked, and had lagged behind in the quality of life upgrades that the line vessels had received - even the Philadelphia, the last Nova-class to be constructed, had received the latest firmware upgrades to bring her older technology in-line with the more modern designs.
Alas, a return to the Yeager was not likely for either of them. As part of the hearing, the ease with which the Yeager had been appropriated had sealed her fate; she was already on her way to a reclamation yard where anything useful would be stripped out, and then she'd return to Qualor II to be left to rot until someone broke her up for scrap and recycling. It was a tragic fate for a ship with such history, but those were the breaks, as the saying went.
"They're scrapping her. Too old, too expensive to upgrade, and too easy to steal. Command says she's a liability to keep in commission."
Which is a joke considering three years ago the near entirity of Starfleet was stolen by their own software...
Jenny's voice had a mournful edge to it; the Yeager hadn't been her first command, nor was it the finest ship she'd ever served on, but it had had character, and she'd learned to love it. Now it was gone, and her new command still lay in a construction slip at the bottom of the priority list. Maybe that was what Starfleet intended; keep her in limbo, force her to resign rather than kicking her out, and use the excuse that they'd had a command waiting for her as their excuse if anyone asked.
"Should they assign you to Captain another ship I would be gratified to serve under you."
Jenny smiled sadly and nodded.
"It'd be great to have you along. Allegedly they have something waiting for me at the Antares Fleet Yards, but she's not finished. I've not been given any details beyond that I'm supposed to fly out there tomorrow to oversee her completion. I imagine when that's done they'll hand her off to someone else. I never saw myself as a Yard Dog, but maybe that'll be a nice change of pace. Yellow not really my colour, though..."