10-11-2024, 12:56 AM
Omdor's answer was nothing, if not, diplomatic. "You could say that," he had answered. "Spent the last several years building two of them a year at the shipyards near Vulcan. Happened to be back home for some R&R when Captain Givens very politely dragooned me to fill in for this mission. Every one is just a little bit different," he said, "but I can get by until I learn Artemis' little quirks."
It seemed when Givens had assured her that she had located the best possible engineer for the position, she hadn't been exaggerating. Nothing short of dragging Neilson herself out of Utopia would have been an improvement ... That or giving her Elias back but miracles seemed to be in short supply, as became apparent only a few moments later.
Grant reported that tactical was ready with an air that suggested tactical was ready to have an actual task at hand. Medical had also reported in. However, Tyra was still awaiting word from Cera or Givens that the last member of their crew was safely aboard, a task Cera had taken a particular interest in completing for rather obvious reasons.
When the turbolift doors swished open behind her, she turned her head expecting to see a familiar form in either maroon or purple to be stepping through and yet, that wasn't the case at all.
Her lips pressed into the tiniest hint of a frown for a split second before she smothered the irritation and turned to face the incoming commander with a neutral expression. It didn't take half a brain cell to understand who he was and she wondered whether her top choices had been unavailable or if this had been an opposing chess move to counter Bill's tactic. Either way, it didn't appear he was anymore excited about being aboard than she was to have him so at least, they had that in common.
"Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.
"Welcome aboard, Commander. Have you already been provided with the mission parameters?" she asked, the last part of her question coinciding with the turbolift doors opening once more as Cera scurried out.
With the way her dark eyes darted before landing on Jolann and her shoulders dropping at the sight, she'd clearly been trying to beat the new FO to the bridge. Having failed to do so, she tucked herself into the nearest station to observe, which Tyra noted with the barest flicker of a glance.
The redhead was silent for a moment, both to allow the older man to answer and to review his orders. Once she was satisfied, or as satisfied as she would be, she offered a report of her own.
"All departments have checked in and..." She glanced at her console,"all personnel are now accounted for. I think we've dawdled enough. Tactical, obtain launch clearance and let's get on our way."
It seemed when Givens had assured her that she had located the best possible engineer for the position, she hadn't been exaggerating. Nothing short of dragging Neilson herself out of Utopia would have been an improvement ... That or giving her Elias back but miracles seemed to be in short supply, as became apparent only a few moments later.
Grant reported that tactical was ready with an air that suggested tactical was ready to have an actual task at hand. Medical had also reported in. However, Tyra was still awaiting word from Cera or Givens that the last member of their crew was safely aboard, a task Cera had taken a particular interest in completing for rather obvious reasons.
When the turbolift doors swished open behind her, she turned her head expecting to see a familiar form in either maroon or purple to be stepping through and yet, that wasn't the case at all.
Her lips pressed into the tiniest hint of a frown for a split second before she smothered the irritation and turned to face the incoming commander with a neutral expression. It didn't take half a brain cell to understand who he was and she wondered whether her top choices had been unavailable or if this had been an opposing chess move to counter Bill's tactic. Either way, it didn't appear he was anymore excited about being aboard than she was to have him so at least, they had that in common.
"Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.
"Welcome aboard, Commander. Have you already been provided with the mission parameters?" she asked, the last part of her question coinciding with the turbolift doors opening once more as Cera scurried out.
With the way her dark eyes darted before landing on Jolann and her shoulders dropping at the sight, she'd clearly been trying to beat the new FO to the bridge. Having failed to do so, she tucked herself into the nearest station to observe, which Tyra noted with the barest flicker of a glance.
The redhead was silent for a moment, both to allow the older man to answer and to review his orders. Once she was satisfied, or as satisfied as she would be, she offered a report of her own.
"All departments have checked in and..." She glanced at her console,"all personnel are now accounted for. I think we've dawdled enough. Tactical, obtain launch clearance and let's get on our way."