01-06-2025, 03:19 AM
Raiju yawned as Jenny sorted through an endless list of provisioning requests, everything from Quantum Torpedoes to Self-Sealing Stem Bolts to Toilet Paper; things that would be needed in an emergency situation where replicators might not be accessible, or where having the supplies immediately on-hand was preferable to waiting for them to be replicated. Why any of this required her signature, she wasn't sure, but Lieutenant Sharp was as meticulous about getting her paperwork squared away as she was effective as a scrounger.
In short, very.
With a wistful smile as she remembered another effective scrounger and accumulator of rumour and gossip, the inestimable Cera Morgan on the Artemis, Jenny heard the door chime. Her own yawn stifled, barely, by her hand, Jenny glared at the Thunderwolf whose yawns had become contagious and who now faced the door with ears pricked up and forward. Quickly glancing up at the clock on the wall, she scowled; if this was the new Midshipmen, they were early. With a word, she accepted her guests and looked up from her PADD as the three newest members of her crew presented themselves.
Callan, Bremner, Bowman. Engineering, Medical, Science.
Not for the first time since trading Tactical red for Command crimson, Jenny was briefly stunned by how young newly-graduated Midshipmen looked. Whether it was her own experiences at the tip of the spear, where Middies grew up quickly or not at all, or simply a sign she was getting older, Jenny wasn't sure. She was sure, however, that they were going to keep looking younger and younger every time they reported in.
Callan and Bremner seem nervous. Bowman doesn't feel like she wants to be here. This is going to go swimmingly...
Placing the PADD down on her desk to accept the PADDs with the Midshipmen's own assignment orders, Jenny leaned back in her chair with what she hoped was a warm smile. It wasn't often that a Starfleet Captain greeted new officers with jacket off, undershirt sleeves rolled up exposing intricate tattoos that ran the length of her left forearm and up into the sleeve, and purple hair that transitioned into orange at the tips. Nor did most Captains have an open box of cigarettes and battered-looking lighter next to the computer terminal.
"Please sit down, all of you. One of the benefits of having an office on a Starbase is there's always enough chairs. While I'd have preferred to receive you aboard the Yeager herself, she's having work done which means most of the ship is inaccessible."
Jenny quickly scanned through the profiles of each officer on the PADDs they had provided as they took their seats, digesting the written orders they had received, Academy scores, and merits, demerits and lecturer remarks at a rapid pace. Her frown was of concentration, and eased when she placed the third PADD back on the desk.
"These seem all in order. Before we get into the nitty-gritty of what's going on here and what I expect of my crew, tell me; what made you join Starfleet? In your own words, not something I can read in your service jacket."
In short, very.
With a wistful smile as she remembered another effective scrounger and accumulator of rumour and gossip, the inestimable Cera Morgan on the Artemis, Jenny heard the door chime. Her own yawn stifled, barely, by her hand, Jenny glared at the Thunderwolf whose yawns had become contagious and who now faced the door with ears pricked up and forward. Quickly glancing up at the clock on the wall, she scowled; if this was the new Midshipmen, they were early. With a word, she accepted her guests and looked up from her PADD as the three newest members of her crew presented themselves.
Callan, Bremner, Bowman. Engineering, Medical, Science.
Not for the first time since trading Tactical red for Command crimson, Jenny was briefly stunned by how young newly-graduated Midshipmen looked. Whether it was her own experiences at the tip of the spear, where Middies grew up quickly or not at all, or simply a sign she was getting older, Jenny wasn't sure. She was sure, however, that they were going to keep looking younger and younger every time they reported in.
Callan and Bremner seem nervous. Bowman doesn't feel like she wants to be here. This is going to go swimmingly...
Placing the PADD down on her desk to accept the PADDs with the Midshipmen's own assignment orders, Jenny leaned back in her chair with what she hoped was a warm smile. It wasn't often that a Starfleet Captain greeted new officers with jacket off, undershirt sleeves rolled up exposing intricate tattoos that ran the length of her left forearm and up into the sleeve, and purple hair that transitioned into orange at the tips. Nor did most Captains have an open box of cigarettes and battered-looking lighter next to the computer terminal.
"Please sit down, all of you. One of the benefits of having an office on a Starbase is there's always enough chairs. While I'd have preferred to receive you aboard the Yeager herself, she's having work done which means most of the ship is inaccessible."
Jenny quickly scanned through the profiles of each officer on the PADDs they had provided as they took their seats, digesting the written orders they had received, Academy scores, and merits, demerits and lecturer remarks at a rapid pace. Her frown was of concentration, and eased when she placed the third PADD back on the desk.
"These seem all in order. Before we get into the nitty-gritty of what's going on here and what I expect of my crew, tell me; what made you join Starfleet? In your own words, not something I can read in your service jacket."