01-15-2025, 12:59 AM
== Ensign Kent Östberg - Medical NRC ==
"Considering we don't know what to expect if we go over there, it was a good call from Commander Mayfair," she remarked. " I'm Ensign Svenson, and this is my team".
Östberg nodded at Svenson's team and gave a simple "Good to meet you," as he strapped on his armor, set his phaser to heavy stun, and completed a gear check. He was feeling a distinct deja vu. It had been eight years since his term with the SEJO as a medic, and while his memories couldn't exactly be called 'fond' this was at least familiar.
The team continued to grow, more and more resembling an assault force... and now the doctor wondered exactly what they were being ordered into. Did he need to call down to Sickbay and ask Mayfair for another medic?
Calleja entered, filling the room in her usual way. Östberg hadn't spoken to her before but her reputation preceded her. And when she took the two-foot machete he knew the reputation was, if anything, not enough. It even had a name.
She started the briefing.
“That is the Klingon vessel qoH. It’s a cargo transport that’s tryin' to run and was actually dumb enough to fire on us. You can imagine how pleased that made Captain Crawford. We’re to be ready for a boardin' action likely to start the moment Artemis brings their shields down, which I expect to be any moment now.”
Östberg gave a slight smile. A dumb move for the Klingons. This was a Vesta-class ship and was perfectly capable of sending them to Sto'Vo'Kor without suffering so much as peeled paint, should Crawford be in a bad mood. There was just no accounting for stupidity.
“Crew of 12, all Klingon. 6 split between the bridge and the engine room, the rest in the cargo bay. We don’t know if they’re armed but we have to assume they are. If you haven’t fought Klingons before, they’re tough bastards and they like to fight. If it gets hostile, it will not be easy. That’s why we’re goin' in mob-handed and in full tactical gear. I want numerical and tactical superiority from the moment we step aboard. If we have to engage, take ‘em out. Heavy stun and then secure ‘em. Don’t turn your back on anyone unless you’re certain they pose no danger.”
They're Klingons. They're armed.
Calleja began giving assignments out. The news that the not-official-Captain Givens was joining them was a bit of a surprise. Östberg wasn't up on (and didn't much care about) the details of who was in charge above his department, so he knew absolutely nothing about Givens.
“I want all section leaders maintainin’ an open channel to me and keepin’ me informed. With any luck, the Klingons do what Cap’n Givens tells ‘em to do and they don’t give us a fight. But I think we all know, that’s not how our luck works, so be ready. Everyone is goin’ in armed and armoured so if you need gear, speak up and we will sort you. Doc and Han, no playin’ the hero. If the shootin’ starts get behind the nearest Security officer and stay there please.”
She made and held eye contact with Kent and Ju both.
"Understood, Lieutenant. I've got orders from you and Commander Mayfair. No heroics."
Not if I ever want to get my rank back and start moving up again. And after Beta Selumai I don't have it in me anyway.
Östberg was a bit of a hothead. More than a bit, if he wanted to be honest with himself. It had gotten him in trouble before, and lost him his Lieutenant's pip and nearly his career. Not that he regretted his actions; he'd saved a young Ensign against orders during the Borg Megasphere battle... but had decked his CMO to do it. But though he kept up with his hand-to-hand training and kept himself in terrific shape he viewed his days of fighting as behind him. Only when necessary... though Klingons had a tendency to make it necessary.
“Any questions?”
Östberg shook his head. He had his orders, and with a Captain joining them he knew he needed to really do well.
"Considering we don't know what to expect if we go over there, it was a good call from Commander Mayfair," she remarked. " I'm Ensign Svenson, and this is my team".
Östberg nodded at Svenson's team and gave a simple "Good to meet you," as he strapped on his armor, set his phaser to heavy stun, and completed a gear check. He was feeling a distinct deja vu. It had been eight years since his term with the SEJO as a medic, and while his memories couldn't exactly be called 'fond' this was at least familiar.
The team continued to grow, more and more resembling an assault force... and now the doctor wondered exactly what they were being ordered into. Did he need to call down to Sickbay and ask Mayfair for another medic?
Calleja entered, filling the room in her usual way. Östberg hadn't spoken to her before but her reputation preceded her. And when she took the two-foot machete he knew the reputation was, if anything, not enough. It even had a name.
She started the briefing.
“That is the Klingon vessel qoH. It’s a cargo transport that’s tryin' to run and was actually dumb enough to fire on us. You can imagine how pleased that made Captain Crawford. We’re to be ready for a boardin' action likely to start the moment Artemis brings their shields down, which I expect to be any moment now.”
Östberg gave a slight smile. A dumb move for the Klingons. This was a Vesta-class ship and was perfectly capable of sending them to Sto'Vo'Kor without suffering so much as peeled paint, should Crawford be in a bad mood. There was just no accounting for stupidity.
“Crew of 12, all Klingon. 6 split between the bridge and the engine room, the rest in the cargo bay. We don’t know if they’re armed but we have to assume they are. If you haven’t fought Klingons before, they’re tough bastards and they like to fight. If it gets hostile, it will not be easy. That’s why we’re goin' in mob-handed and in full tactical gear. I want numerical and tactical superiority from the moment we step aboard. If we have to engage, take ‘em out. Heavy stun and then secure ‘em. Don’t turn your back on anyone unless you’re certain they pose no danger.”
They're Klingons. They're armed.
Calleja began giving assignments out. The news that the not-official-Captain Givens was joining them was a bit of a surprise. Östberg wasn't up on (and didn't much care about) the details of who was in charge above his department, so he knew absolutely nothing about Givens.
“I want all section leaders maintainin’ an open channel to me and keepin’ me informed. With any luck, the Klingons do what Cap’n Givens tells ‘em to do and they don’t give us a fight. But I think we all know, that’s not how our luck works, so be ready. Everyone is goin’ in armed and armoured so if you need gear, speak up and we will sort you. Doc and Han, no playin’ the hero. If the shootin’ starts get behind the nearest Security officer and stay there please.”
She made and held eye contact with Kent and Ju both.
"Understood, Lieutenant. I've got orders from you and Commander Mayfair. No heroics."
Not if I ever want to get my rank back and start moving up again. And after Beta Selumai I don't have it in me anyway.
Östberg was a bit of a hothead. More than a bit, if he wanted to be honest with himself. It had gotten him in trouble before, and lost him his Lieutenant's pip and nearly his career. Not that he regretted his actions; he'd saved a young Ensign against orders during the Borg Megasphere battle... but had decked his CMO to do it. But though he kept up with his hand-to-hand training and kept himself in terrific shape he viewed his days of fighting as behind him. Only when necessary... though Klingons had a tendency to make it necessary.
“Any questions?”
Östberg shook his head. He had his orders, and with a Captain joining them he knew he needed to really do well.