01-05-2025, 03:04 AM
==Command Offices - Starbase 214==
Jenny reached down beside her chair and scratched Raiju's head while she read the latest estimates of the Yeager's refit program, the Thunderwolf's satisfied grumbling as he stretched and leaned a spiny head into her hand doing wonders to take her mind off the aggravation she was beginning to feel. She'd known the Yeager wasn't ready for deployment when they'd shipped out, but her tussle with the Os'rusa had knocked her about more than she'd been ready for, and several key systems were in need of repair. To make matters worse, Lieutenant Hydish had taken an emergency leave of absence for a personal matter, and the Yeager's Pakled designer, Specialist Nahamcam, wasn't the easiest of people to have a conversation with.
She might be brilliant but her grasp of Federation Standard leaves a lot to be desired.
Given the albeit limited data they had collected during their skirmish with the Os'rusa, Jenny had hoped that someone at the Corps of Engineers had taken a look at her proposal to refit the weapons array; so far she'd received no news, meaning either nobody had looked at it, or someone with a box around their pips was stonewalling her. It was infuriating, but at least she wasn't being hauled up in front of a competency board or subjected to a JAG hearing.
Again.
In happier news, however, her crew shortage woes seemed to be coming to an end. Starfleet Command in all of their wisdom, had found her a supply of new Midshipmen as well as more veteran crew who, for one reason or another, had volunteered or been voluntold to report for duty aboard Starfleet's weirdest starship class. They'd also rustled up a new Chief Engineer; a Commander Jadaris, a veteran of many now-storied vessels with experience in both Science and Engineering departments; the fact he was Gorn wasn't quite a mark against him, but Jenny remembered painfully well that the last Gorn she'd served with had been discharged following a friendly-fire incident.
Open mind, Jen. Open mind.
With a sigh, Jenny flipped through the last of the report, signed off on having received and reviewed it, and went on to the next item on the agenda. As she reached for her glass and found it sadly empty, Jenny exhaled deeply and hoped that something would break the monotony of the paperwork that continued to pile up.
Jenny reached down beside her chair and scratched Raiju's head while she read the latest estimates of the Yeager's refit program, the Thunderwolf's satisfied grumbling as he stretched and leaned a spiny head into her hand doing wonders to take her mind off the aggravation she was beginning to feel. She'd known the Yeager wasn't ready for deployment when they'd shipped out, but her tussle with the Os'rusa had knocked her about more than she'd been ready for, and several key systems were in need of repair. To make matters worse, Lieutenant Hydish had taken an emergency leave of absence for a personal matter, and the Yeager's Pakled designer, Specialist Nahamcam, wasn't the easiest of people to have a conversation with.
She might be brilliant but her grasp of Federation Standard leaves a lot to be desired.
Given the albeit limited data they had collected during their skirmish with the Os'rusa, Jenny had hoped that someone at the Corps of Engineers had taken a look at her proposal to refit the weapons array; so far she'd received no news, meaning either nobody had looked at it, or someone with a box around their pips was stonewalling her. It was infuriating, but at least she wasn't being hauled up in front of a competency board or subjected to a JAG hearing.
Again.
In happier news, however, her crew shortage woes seemed to be coming to an end. Starfleet Command in all of their wisdom, had found her a supply of new Midshipmen as well as more veteran crew who, for one reason or another, had volunteered or been voluntold to report for duty aboard Starfleet's weirdest starship class. They'd also rustled up a new Chief Engineer; a Commander Jadaris, a veteran of many now-storied vessels with experience in both Science and Engineering departments; the fact he was Gorn wasn't quite a mark against him, but Jenny remembered painfully well that the last Gorn she'd served with had been discharged following a friendly-fire incident.
Open mind, Jen. Open mind.
With a sigh, Jenny flipped through the last of the report, signed off on having received and reviewed it, and went on to the next item on the agenda. As she reached for her glass and found it sadly empty, Jenny exhaled deeply and hoped that something would break the monotony of the paperwork that continued to pile up.