AT/D02 - Captain's Ready Room
Posted Star Date 22012.23 @ 23:39 (11:39 PM)
Posted Star Date 22012.23 @ 23:42 (11:42 PM)
==USS Jupiter Deflector control==
You got yourself in it again, just couldn't keep your mouth shut about the layup tunnel.
Asil sat a pit deep inside the USS Jupiter's deflector control room his arms and hands caked with thermoelectric grease. His headlamp dimmed, "dammit" He cursed This deep in the machine, there wasn't much light apart from the glow of the banks of isolinear control chips. It was hot as well, deep in the bowels of the ship environmental controls were not as "interactive" as those in areas normally occupied by the crew. He carefully removed three isolinear chips from their socket, put them in a tool kit and replaced them.
"Do you see anything? The voice of the young engineer echoed from above.
Asil climbed the single rail ladder up to the deck where the engineer was. He began to clean the grease from "I got these changed out before my light died," He produced three isolinear chips or rather fragments of three isolinear chips, singed and fractured, each in several pieces. "We should be good to go for now but they need to overhaul the equipment down there."
"Great work Middie, I'll make sure to tell the captain when we get underway again. Now go clean up, with the slipstream back up we'll be arriving at the rendezvous in a few hours instead of a week."
The young ensign reported up the chain of command that repairs were complete. Before they left, power surged through the circuitry and the great machine was alive. Asil stood in the glow of greens and blues and then felt the ship break the slipstream barrier. His stomach felt like it jumped half a meter forward.
I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to that..
==USS Jupiter JO Quarters 1 hour before rendezvous with USS Artemis==
Standing in front of the replicator wearing only his undergarments, Asil placed his soiled uniform inside and initiated the recycle program. "Goodbye old friend" he said as the grease stained coverall dematerialized.
[Computer, One tactical uniform]
The computer acknowledged with a few beeps and produced a brand new uniform. After putting on the coverall he did a few squats to stretch the fabric a bit. He then put on the jacket and communicator. He grabbed a small duffel bag which he'd packed earlier and took a last look around the small room and out of the porthole window. The colors alternated from green to blue and then purple as the Jupiter moved through the slipstream.
The ship wide announcement system whistled and the captain's voice came up.
[This is the captain, the ship is exiting the slipstream, brace for braking maneuver]
A second or two passed as Asil stood in the doorway. He planted his feet and held onto the door jam. He could hear the ship power down and felt the less than gentle lurch of the great mass decelerating. The queasiness lasted for another second and he continued on his way to the transporter room to report to his new command. His time on the Jupiter had been short but well spent.
==Transporter room on board USS Artemis==
"Welcome aboard, Midshipman" the transporter operator said as Asil materialized on the pad. Asil nodded and said "Thank you, how are you today?"
"Another glorious day in the Delta Quadrant sir."
Asil smiled and as the door opened then he stopped and asked "is the Captain on board? I wasn't sure if the command crew returned from the Talaxian outpost."
"Ahhh yes sir Captain Crawford is aboard, she returned shortly before the Jupiter arrived."
"Thank you again" Asil said before continuing through to the wide corridor. He made his way to the nearest turbolift and up to the bridge. Although he'd worked on a Vesta class during an overhaul, the shipyard hadn't prepared him for the sight of a fully functional bridge. A modern take on a more traditional bridge style reminded him of the Constitution and Excelsior coupled with a long arc shaped tactical console directly behind the Captain's chair like the Galaxy class variants. He got to the door of the Captain's ready room, took a deep breath and rang the chime.
=Tag Captain Tyra Crawford=
Posted Star Date 22012.27 @ 04:37 (04:37 AM)
Posted Star Date 22012.28 @ 07:16 (07:16 AM)
"Thank you Captain, and yes. After the deflector array was repaired Captain Khumalo gave me a few hours to prepare my things and report here when we arrived."
As he reached across her desk to present his orders to, his attention was drawn to a panting sound beside her.
Posted Star Date 22012.30 @ 19:15 (07:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.01 @ 03:54 (03:54 AM)
Asil took a seat in the chair facing Tyra, her gaze felt like a deep tissue scan painless but cut through the outer layers and his core. He felt exposed and a bit defensive at first, but kept a calm cool exterior as he formulated his response.
“If I can speak plainly, my life has been a long trip around my backside to get to my elbow. After the Romulan incursion, I wanted to go to the Academy in the tactical department. But after first interview...” he sighed. “That wasn’t going to happen. The University of Mars didn’t have a tactical program per say, the closest I could get was engineering. So I started with the broader concepts and worked my way into antimatter weapons design and graviton field manipulation. Right out of school I wanted to reapply for the Academy but something told me to wait.”
Asil was now feeling more confident, his shoulders relaxed, and he felt he was speaking to truthfully about his himself. He felt Tyra was asking more than a typical interview question or rather she expected more than a platitude about duty.
“Rarely are hopefuls granted a second interview so I wanted to show them a recruit they couldn’t refuse. Once I had two more years of practical experience under my belt, I worked with my counselor and submitted my application to the academy. I would have applied for a position in the enlisted corps if they didn't accept me. I think my solid engineering background with a focus on defensive and offensive systems will make me a better tactical officer.”
Wow that sounded a little too confident, lets dial it back a bit shall we.
“In my observation a tactical officer needs to be intimately familiar with those systems which defend the crew. Even more than the chief engineer. They have the rest of the ship to worry about, especially in a dangerous situation. If I can take that burden off their shoulders then I will. ”
Posted Star Date 22101.05 @ 02:10 (02:10 AM)
Posted Star Date 22101.09 @ 05:35 (05:35 AM)
Asil suddenly felt a flash of heat around his collar, and his heart began to race. He felt sweat building up on his middle back as he processed the question. There was something about the way Tyra worded her question that caused him to feel self conscious. Like a probe deep in his brain he felt like someone was reaching in.
“Pardon me Captain, I cannot answer your question fully without first providing some context.
When I was young I considered the position of my home planet to be highly evolved. Like several Alpha Quadrant civilizations we nearly destroyed ourselves. Unlike our celestial brothers and sisters, I learned Argelius never made it out of the idealistic teenage phase. They maintained a polar opposition to violence at the expense of their own people and standing in the Federation.
Anyway, after the liberation of Argelius when we returned, the government already had someone on the Starbase waiting to debrief us. What I found out was they had no intention to reintegrate us into Argelian society.” Asil recalled the meeting setting the scene for Tyra nearly nine years prior.
==Starbase 70 orbiting Argelius II==
“HEY I’m talking to you!” The man demanded Asil’s attention.
“WHAT? What else do you want from me?” Asil snapped back.
The frown on the interviewers face widened and he looked at his PADD, “As an Argelian, how can you justify your actions during Romulan occupation of our system? I remind you what you tell me today may very well determine your fate? We are simply trying to determine why you fought the Romulans, why you did not just comply. Were you coerced?, intimidated to fight?”
“No...” Asil stopped the interviewer before he could continue.
“None of us were coerced or intimidated to do anything. We did what we had to do to survive. We fought because the Romulans didn’t give us a choice when they fired on us an left us for dead. Because when we found the shipyard and got our systems online the Romulans came for us again and again.”
The bald man, did even look up as he took notes. “So without any regard for your people back home, you willingly conducted espionage and terrorist operations, these are high crimes you must know that.”
Asil felt his blood boiling behind his eyes. “Have you ever spent the night in a dead ship? Hiding with all power offline? Feeling your lungs ache as the air gets stale, seeing the ice building up on everything, and hoping when you turn everything on, it doesn’t start a fire?
Let me ask you, as an Argelian what did you do when the Romulans arrived? Did you hide? Or did welcome them to our planet in the name of keeping the peace? Did you escort them to one of the casinos, or maybe into your home? How many Starfleet personnel died over our planet to maintain peace on the surface, only to have bureaucrats like you provide comfort to an enemy?”
The bald man became enraged, his entire head turned a bright red color, an angry blood vessel appeared on his forehead. He slammed his fist on the table.
“ENOUGH! Mr ASIL, It is clear to me that you and your group have been contaminated by your experiences, and I hoped to see if any of you harbored remorse for...”.
Asil interrupted “REMORSE?! For WHAT? Surviving?”
The bald man yelled again leaning over the table over Asil. “ for turning your backs on the PILLARS OF ARGELIAN SOCIETY I intend to do everything in my power to see you and your kind do not pollute our society any further.”
The interviewer got up and looked at Asil with disgust before he walked out of the room. Asil felt flushed his skin was so warm he felt a chill run down his spine.
==USS Artemis CO’s ready room==
Asil finished his account and took a deep breath.
“I apologize Captain. I spent a long time believing that if I said something different, my friends and I wouldn’t have been exiled, and worse, if we had complied with the Romulans, more of us would have returned. But like our ancient ancestors, I survived the “fallout” of my actions, grew from them, and became a better person because of it. This ship, is your ship but it’s also mine, for as long as I’m here, I am here to maintain her combat readiness and provide my tactical perspective when required.”
Posted Star Date 22101.13 @ 18:11 (06:11 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.15 @ 05:44 (05:44 AM)
Following his story Asil felt like he'd just finished a conversation with V back on Mars. The chance to flesh out his beliefs on a topic which he normally held close to his chest was positively therapeutic. When Tyra finished speaking and smiled, a wave of relief washed over him.
"Thank you Captain, I look forward to contributing to the bridge and I may have some upgrades we were working on at Jupiter Station that I doubt have made it out here yet. I have no other questions at this time."
Asil stood tall once again, awaiting dismissal.
Edited by Mid Johnner Asil, Star Date 22101.15 @ 05:44 (05:44 AM).
Posted Star Date 22101.17 @ 03:23 (03:23 AM)
Tyra smiled and stood up, leaving her coffee and PADDs on the desk. Her movements were enough to catch Colt's attention, his head coming up to assess the situation before a subtle signal freed him back to his relaxed slumber. The life of the captain's dog must be a rather cozy and comfy affair, though Colt likely would claim it wasn't luxurious enough.
"I look forward to seeing what you can do once you get settled," she said, her tone warm and genuine before continuing. "I'll make sure that you're added to the duty schedule immediately so expect an update shortly. Until then, get settled in and acquainted with your new home."
"You're dismissed, midshipman."
== Over to you! ==
Posted Star Date 22101.18 @ 06:10 (06:10 AM)
Posted Star Date 22102.03 @ 09:18 (09:18 AM)
==USS Scott, shuttle maintenance bay, 2 hours before rendezvous with USS Artemis==
“Try it now.” Thyla’s voice came from below a shuttle, while another crewmember sat in the pilot’s seat. After a moment’s delay, Thyla could hear the shuttle’s engines attempt to start… And fail once again. She’d been at work on this for over an hour already, and felt no closer to fixing it than she had when she started.
Admittedly, she was distracted, knowing that today was the day she’d finally be transferring to the USS Artemis, which would be her new home, her first real assignment. But for now, she was here, on the Scott, and she had to do her job. In the next few hours, the Scott would reach the rendezvous location, and then she could start to worry about her future on the Artemis. Muttering to herself, she made a few more adjustments under the shuttle, the sooner she got this done the sooner she could get herself ready to meet her new crew and, more importantly, her new Commanding Officer.
“Okay… Try now, I think that got it.” She instructed the crewman in the pilot’s chair once again. This team, she heard the engines hum to life, and exhaled in relief. It hadn’t been a particularly hard fix, once she’d gotten herself to focus. Sliding out from under the shuttle and standing up, she gave a quick wave to the crewman in the pilot’s seat before turning and leaving the maintenance bay. It was time for her to get ready for her new assignment, finally time for her to join the crew of the Artemis.
==USS Scott, JO quarters, 35 minutes before rendezvous==
Thyla adjusted the collar of her new uniform, looking at her new appearance and taking a deep breath as she realized that not only was her life on the Artemis about to begin, her life on the Scott was coming to an end. She looked down at herself, noting her new rank insignia, grabbed the bag that contained all of her personal items, and walked out the door for, most likely, the last time, heading to the transporter room.
Before long, the Scott had reached the rendezvous point. The last 20 minutes felt both incredibly long and scarily fast to Thyla. She felt like she had too much time to think about her transfer, and not enough time to mentally prepare herself, all at the same time. Before she knew it, she was beaming over to the Artemis.
==USS Artemis, Transporter room 2==
“Welcome to the USS Artemis, Midshipman. The Captain is in her ready room, whenever you’re ready.” The transporter operator said as Thyla materialized on the Vesta-class vessel. Even the transporter room showed her the difference between her new assignment and the Scott. While impressed, Thyla’s love of engineering simply made her eager to take things apart and fix them, though she wouldn’t call herself hopeful that something would break. Still… It was such a new, fancy ship, it would be so fun to work on it. She looked forward to it.
“Thank you. I can’t find words for how excited I am to be here.” Thyla replied with a smile, while she wanted nothing more than to poke around the ship right now, she had a Captain to meet. Leaving the transporter room, she headed for the turbolift to the bridge.
==USS Artemis, Bridge==
This was it, she was ready to meet her new Captain, and start her new assignment. Excitement and nervousness mixed up inside her, but she pushed both of them down trying to prepare herself to make a good impression with Captain Crawford. This was the first impression, and first impressions, as Thyla knew all too well, could define what someone thought of her for many years to come. With a deep breath, she reached out, and rang the chime to the ready room.
==Tag Captain Tyra Crawford==
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 03:26 (03:26 AM)
Posted Star Date 22102.13 @ 07:36 (07:36 AM)
“Come in!” Thyla heard a voice reply from inside the Ready Room. Again taking a deep breath to prepare herself, the Bajoran obliged, and stepped through the opening doors into the presence of her new Captain.
The door closing behind her, Thyla let her eyes wander around the room for a moment, noting the dog in the corner with a small smile, pets on Star Fleet vessels always gave her some mild enjoyment to see, a sign that even through the many conflicts Star Fleet had faced, the comfort and happiness of the crews of their vessel had to be a priority. As she took another few steps towards Captain Crawford’s desk, Thyla realized she was still nervous, despite the rather calm atmosphere of the ready room. Nervous, but not intimidated, Thyla did her best to mask the emotion on her face before speaking up.
“Midshipman Aarro, reporting for duty, Captain. It’s truly an honor to be here.” Thyla realized her posture was overly stiff, and relaxed some, though she kept herself professional looking and didn’t allow her eyes to wander again. She truthfully was excited to be here, and didn’t want to look unprofessional and risk ruining her new assignment before it even began.
== Tag! ==
Posted Star Date 22102.14 @ 20:37 (08:37 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.17 @ 09:51 (09:51 AM)
Despite her outward appearance, Thyla was nervous. How could she not be, meeting her new Captain for the first time? Still, Captain Crawford seemed very welcoming, which helped put Thyla at ease.
“As it stands, you’ll be in a very enviable position being able to work on some of the newest technology available to the fleet,” Thyla’s face widened into a smile at that, while she enjoyed working on any ship, truly any in the fleet would have sufficed, the opportunity to work on one of the newest ships in the fleet was, as Crawford said, a very enviable position.
At the Captain’s invitation, Thyla took the seat opposite her. Still keeping her body rather stiff, doing her best to show respect despite the welcoming atmosphere. She wanted to make a good impression, this was the kind of thing that might stick with her through her career aboard the Artemis. Informal conversation or not, she wanted the Captain to see the best side of her.
“Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Why you wanted to join Star Fleet and how you found your home in engineering?" Crawford asked. Thyla’s face briefly looked contemplative as she took a moment to consider her response before replying.
“Star Fleet explores the galaxy… Well, that’s what we’re supposed to do, when there’s not a war, or something else demanding our attention. But, really, I felt like an outsider back home, from when I was kid all the way up until the day I left, and Star Fleet seemed like a good way to find a community, to find people who will judge me based on me and not…” Thyla took a deep breath before she continued. “Not anything my family may have been involved with during a difficult period.” Letting herself relax more, a small smile crept over her face again.
“As for engineering? I’ve always had some kind of interest in how things worked, from when I was a kid. It wasn’t until the first time I took a trip on a warp-capable ship that I realized how much I was interested though. All I’ve ever wanted to do since that day is to be an engineer. I know it’s in my official file, or I wouldn’t mention it, but I devoted myself to getting into the academy so fully that I spent the next few years of my life working on a paper to prove that I was smart enough, and good enough, to get into the Academy first chance I got.” Her smile growing wider, Thyla concluded. “So I truly mean it when I tell you that I’m absolutely thrilled to be here, Captain.”
== Tag ==
Posted Star Date 22102.26 @ 03:07 (03:07 AM)
Posted Star Date 22105.05 @ 23:08 (11:08 PM)