09-23-2024, 11:17 PM
"Still getting my diagnostics in, Captain," Omdor said, "but all of the reports I've gotten from my officers so far say we're ship shape and ready to cast off on your word. Should that change, you'll be second to know - after myself, of course."
She shot the engineer a small smile, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Unless it's catastrophic and then, we'll all find out together," she offered with a grin of her own.
"I would ask, though," Omdor ventured, holding up his empty cup, "I haven't memorized where your replicators are - closest place for a fresh cup?"
"Ah," she answered with a sympathetic look. "We can't have any under caffeinated engineers on this ship. It just won't do."
She motioned towards the stations assigned to environmental controls and security. "There's a replicator tucked in there but between us, it's finicky. The one in the briefing room hands out much better coffee," she stated, her tone entirely serious but her eyes seemed to sparkle just a bit.
Grant reported that tactical was fully ready to go and she offered him a nod of thanks. Despite all the other changes, it was always comforting to know that tactical was in steady, reliable hands.
"It's good to see you onboard," Grant added before moving to his station.
Her smile this time was warmer, a sign to those that knew her best that it was genuine. For better or worse, she'd mastered the art of faking it until she made it and there was a great likelihood that much of her current mood was a facade, a need to appear normal and put together, but that smile was genuine.
"Thank you, Miles," she answered. "It's good to be back," she added. And it didn't taste like ash on her tongue, didn't taste like a lie at that moment.
She was dropping her coffee mug into its holder in preparation for diving into her tasks when Harriman appeared on the bridge, taking over her station.
"Welcome back captain," the helmsman greeted Tyra and she offered another smile.
"Thank you, Carol. I'm glad to see you've managed to survive another shore leave without causing too much trouble or paperwork," the redhead teased with a knowing smile as she dropped into her chair.
Her fingers began moving over the console as she checked that personnel were checking in as expected. It appeared there were still some stragglers, including one very important one, but there was time yet.
"Commander Omdor, can I assume that you had adequate time prior to recall to become acquainted with the Vesta class and her systems?" She asked once the engineer had returned with his coffee, her blue eyes briefly flickering up to him before returning to her console.
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She shot the engineer a small smile, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Unless it's catastrophic and then, we'll all find out together," she offered with a grin of her own.
"I would ask, though," Omdor ventured, holding up his empty cup, "I haven't memorized where your replicators are - closest place for a fresh cup?"
"Ah," she answered with a sympathetic look. "We can't have any under caffeinated engineers on this ship. It just won't do."
She motioned towards the stations assigned to environmental controls and security. "There's a replicator tucked in there but between us, it's finicky. The one in the briefing room hands out much better coffee," she stated, her tone entirely serious but her eyes seemed to sparkle just a bit.
Grant reported that tactical was fully ready to go and she offered him a nod of thanks. Despite all the other changes, it was always comforting to know that tactical was in steady, reliable hands.
"It's good to see you onboard," Grant added before moving to his station.
Her smile this time was warmer, a sign to those that knew her best that it was genuine. For better or worse, she'd mastered the art of faking it until she made it and there was a great likelihood that much of her current mood was a facade, a need to appear normal and put together, but that smile was genuine.
"Thank you, Miles," she answered. "It's good to be back," she added. And it didn't taste like ash on her tongue, didn't taste like a lie at that moment.
She was dropping her coffee mug into its holder in preparation for diving into her tasks when Harriman appeared on the bridge, taking over her station.
"Welcome back captain," the helmsman greeted Tyra and she offered another smile.
"Thank you, Carol. I'm glad to see you've managed to survive another shore leave without causing too much trouble or paperwork," the redhead teased with a knowing smile as she dropped into her chair.
Her fingers began moving over the console as she checked that personnel were checking in as expected. It appeared there were still some stragglers, including one very important one, but there was time yet.
"Commander Omdor, can I assume that you had adequate time prior to recall to become acquainted with the Vesta class and her systems?" She asked once the engineer had returned with his coffee, her blue eyes briefly flickering up to him before returning to her console.
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