06-01-2024, 05:57 AM
Truth be told, Peter was no more comfortable with the seating arrangement than Black was. He couldn't forget what he had seen in her eyes during the "bridge incident", as he had now compartmentalized the standoff. But he was also a professional and forced the feeling back down.
He didn't precisely like the arrangement of seats, and not just because of Black. While he could definitely see the reason for it, seeing as one unlucky - or lucky depending on whose perspective - shot would not longer be able to kill both the CO and XO at the same time, and thus cut off the heads of the chain of command, it also meant that he had no ready access to the Captain without having to go over there and talk to her.
He wouldn't be able to lean in and whisper in her ear without the crew noticing, let alone hearing. The possibility of a "private word" or discreet bit of advice or warning was completely and irrecoverably gone. The entire bridge would now notice if there was a disagreement between the two heads of leadership. And that was something Peter was not a fan of.
The value of CO and XO being able to have a "quiet conference" without drawing too much attention to themselves was gone. Now, he would have to ask Braggins for a private meeting in the ready room if he had something to say he didn't think the crew should hear.
Which idiot designer thought this layout was a good idea? Someone who's never served one minute, is who!, he thought angrily, but made his best effort to push the thought down and away so he could focus. And then realized that, if needed, he could use the console in front of him to send Braggins a messasge. It was not ideal, but it was the second-best thing he could think of.
He then heard Braggins give the order:
"Theresa, ahead one quarter Impulse until we clear the docking slip, then set course one eight zero mark zero five and go to full Impulse", and Black's acknowlegement of the order. He nodded. They were heading towards what used to be Talarian territory. He hoped it would only be a patrol mission. Just another routine mission.
But realized as soon as he'd thought it that he could very well have just jinxed that notion.
He didn't precisely like the arrangement of seats, and not just because of Black. While he could definitely see the reason for it, seeing as one unlucky - or lucky depending on whose perspective - shot would not longer be able to kill both the CO and XO at the same time, and thus cut off the heads of the chain of command, it also meant that he had no ready access to the Captain without having to go over there and talk to her.
He wouldn't be able to lean in and whisper in her ear without the crew noticing, let alone hearing. The possibility of a "private word" or discreet bit of advice or warning was completely and irrecoverably gone. The entire bridge would now notice if there was a disagreement between the two heads of leadership. And that was something Peter was not a fan of.
The value of CO and XO being able to have a "quiet conference" without drawing too much attention to themselves was gone. Now, he would have to ask Braggins for a private meeting in the ready room if he had something to say he didn't think the crew should hear.
Which idiot designer thought this layout was a good idea? Someone who's never served one minute, is who!, he thought angrily, but made his best effort to push the thought down and away so he could focus. And then realized that, if needed, he could use the console in front of him to send Braggins a messasge. It was not ideal, but it was the second-best thing he could think of.
He then heard Braggins give the order:
"Theresa, ahead one quarter Impulse until we clear the docking slip, then set course one eight zero mark zero five and go to full Impulse", and Black's acknowlegement of the order. He nodded. They were heading towards what used to be Talarian territory. He hoped it would only be a patrol mission. Just another routine mission.
But realized as soon as he'd thought it that he could very well have just jinxed that notion.