06-13-2024, 07:14 PM
Even out here on the boarders, subspace messages travelled to and from the ship. Mostly data packets were relayed through Starfleet's communications systems that gave Command real time locations and statuses of ships and facilities. But other more conventional messages travelled too.
Black while at the helm noted that the small PADD she kept in her thigh pocket buzzed letting her know that it had received a communication from someone. The tactical team often sent notes and messages internally between themselves via text, so that it didn't interrupt meetings or other situations while on duty, just to let each other know tasks had been completed or as memos for meetings and such later.
Taking a moment while T'Lari was consulting the ships main computer, she called up the message which had pinged in a side window on the helm console. The second she saw who it was from, she froze. It wasn't an internal message.
They were five weeks out, and it had taken half of that time to reach them though it's journey through the network. It was flagged as a personal message that had been sent to her private account on the ships server for reading later off duty, but it had still pinged her while on duty. She knew the sender. She read the message regardless.
She read the message again.
“Commander.” She said after a beat. As calmly as she could. “Can I speak to you please?” It was only then that she tapped the screen to close the message and turned to face the First officer. “In private.”
== Tag Jensen (Assuming you're on the bridge) – Can we borrow the ready room? ==
Black while at the helm noted that the small PADD she kept in her thigh pocket buzzed letting her know that it had received a communication from someone. The tactical team often sent notes and messages internally between themselves via text, so that it didn't interrupt meetings or other situations while on duty, just to let each other know tasks had been completed or as memos for meetings and such later.
Taking a moment while T'Lari was consulting the ships main computer, she called up the message which had pinged in a side window on the helm console. The second she saw who it was from, she froze. It wasn't an internal message.
They were five weeks out, and it had taken half of that time to reach them though it's journey through the network. It was flagged as a personal message that had been sent to her private account on the ships server for reading later off duty, but it had still pinged her while on duty. She knew the sender. She read the message regardless.
She read the message again.
“Commander.” She said after a beat. As calmly as she could. “Can I speak to you please?” It was only then that she tapped the screen to close the message and turned to face the First officer. “In private.”
== Tag Jensen (Assuming you're on the bridge) – Can we borrow the ready room? ==