PH/D03&04 - Cargo Bays
Posted Star Date 22205.10 @ 17:25 (05:25 PM)
Posted Star Date 22205.24 @ 17:41 (05:41 PM)
==Cargo Bay 2==
>> Bridge >>
Posted Star Date 22205.24 @ 18:36 (06:36 PM)
>> Bridge >>
The group followed 'mother' into the cargo bay where the Commander replicated a PADD, and began addressing them.
“Working as a skeleton crew,” She began sternly, like a school mistress. “Does not mean everyone can have an impromptu meeting on the Bridge. The Bridge is no place for a ‘meet cute.’ Understand?”
Maz did not understand. She had no idea what a 'meet cute' was, and given the clipped nature of the comment, she had no intention of asking as it was likely to result in a reprimand in front of the non-coms.
“But since you all seem to want to get to know each other,” Continued the woman tapping away on her PADD, “we’ll have this Department Meeting. Balfour, Scott. Where are you from, Scott?”
“Luna Colony, ma’am. Born and raised.” He replied almost stuttering.
Maz had already gleaned this information early on in their conversation on the bridge. And without attempting to make him soil himself in the process.
That seemed to sate Murphy for a few seconds as she turned her attention to Rouse.
“Bernie, Rouse? Or do you prefer Rouse, Bernie? Sometimes Starfleet messes up the ordering of Bajoran names.”
“Rouse is my family name, Ma'am.” Replied the Petty Officer. “Rouse Bernie. I'm from the Musilla Province.”
Then, she turned to look at Maz.
“Black… Mazikeen. But you’re going by Teresa now.”
And there it was. The one thing she hadn't intended to advertise. He given name. Her expression remained blank, but it was obvious that she had gone somewhat more blushed as she took in a deep breath through her nose.
“Yes.” She replied as she kept her voice measured. “I'm from,” She hated the place. “Earth.”
And that's where she ended it. Remaining at attention.
== Tag back ==
Posted Star Date 22205.27 @ 15:48 (03:48 PM)
Posted Star Date 22205.27 @ 17:16 (05:16 PM)
As the Commander finished her impromptu briefing. Brief being the operative word. The yellow alert klaxon sounded along with the yellow glow on the ships mood lighting.
Murphy had already asked who was supposed to be manning the bridge. Balfour had put his hand up. Rouse then confirmed that she had only been there to give him a hand despite she was meant to be on her down time.
Maz managed to suppress a snigger when Murphy had said; 'it takes one person on the Bridge to press the “auto-pilot” button.'
Yeah, and who presses the button when I break your fingers? She briefly thought at the same time.
To be honest, when the alarm went off, Black half expected Murphy to change her mind and order them all to stations regardless. But when she said, “All right, dismissed. I guess I’ll follow you to the Bridge.” referring to Balfour, Maz looked at Rouse who had a similar look on her face.
As the CTO and Scott moved off, up to the bridge, Maz looked over to Rouse. “Tea break?”
“I, guess so?” Replied the Bajoran.
== Next stop... 'aven't a clue. ==
Posted Star Date 22208.14 @ 13:36 (01:36 PM)
The horizontal turbolift took Vaebn almost right up to cargo bay 1. On the upper level of the cargo bay he started softly calling out: “Ballantine…Ballantine…?”
A timid little voice responded from amongst the clutter of cargo cages. Vaebn cautiously nudged his way through a rather considerable cache until he happened upon the cage his pet feline was still being kept in.
The cat was safely tucked away in a small holding cage on one of the lower shelves. The feline maintained a deceptively calm Bast-like pose, but the nervous twitch at the end of its tail was a telltale giveaway belying inner anxiety in response to unfamiliar surroundings. The narrow iris slits widened conspicuously the instant it saw Vaebn.
“Hey there, boy. Easy now. Daddy's here,” Vaebn tried to calm the cat in a hoarse whisper. He wanted to avoid the presence of a cat on a Federation starship turning into somewhat of a “culture shock" for the crew, not yet knowing how some of them might respond to its presence.
Vaebn squatted next to the cage, poking his index finger at the cat. Ballantine broke the pose, arching its back gracefully to Donatra's touch, reciprocating with an audible purr.
“Don't fret, boy,” Vaebn comforted. I'll have you out of this cage just as soon as I've had a chance to speak to the Chief about our quarters and…”
A high-pitched grunt distracted Mid Donatra. He stood up and tilted his head. Several more grunts coaxed him to the railing on the top level walkway from where he had an uninterrupted view of the lower levels, one corner of which had been turned into a makeshift gym.
A female Klingon was having it out with a punching bag in the makeshift gym. Vaebn recognized her as Ensign Art d'Tor'an, a fellow security officer. She seemed upset about something.
It was never a good idea getting under the proverbial bonnet of an irate Klingon – male or female. But Vaebn was used to working his way around bad ideas.
“It's been said any exercise is better than no exercise at all, Ensign,” Vaebn interjected. “Problem is, punching bags don't hit back. Up for some intelligent sparring, perhaps?”
==Tag Ens Art d'Tor'an==