Station Keeping

Posted on Sun Aug 2nd, 2015 @ 12:50am by Lieutenant Mickey McClane & Commander Bertrand Cuprum & Commander Cor Cordale & Lieutenant & Captain Brenda Sinclair & Ensign Moriloth & Ensign Honey Flanagan
Edited on on Sun Aug 2nd, 2015 @ 5:24am

Mission: Shoreleave and Repairs
Location: USS Victory - Bridge

Bertrand strode onto the Bridge and scanned the area with his usual critical eye.

"All right, people," he announced to the room in general, "With the Captain and XO on the surface called to an emergency, I am temporarily head honcho, so let's make sure the ship is good to go by the time they get back."

He glanced at the Captain's chair. There was no WAY he was going to sit down there. Instead he elected to stand in the center of the bridge and turn to face each of the stations he addressed, "I want a status and readiness report from each of you."

"Operations? How is our crew compliment and systems?"

"Everything is green across the board commander." Mickey replied nicely to him then asked him. "Sense the Captain and the Commander are down on the planet with you in charge as acting captain. You'll need an Acting XO." Mickey said of his suggestion.

Bertrand shook his head, "Not Acting Captain, Mickey. Just filling in a hole for a few hours. Besides, I believe Cor has seniority in front of you."

"Helm? How is Navigation and flight control systems?"

The thin girl swatted lightly at the hand of an imaginary Borg who wanted to splice into the console. "All systems, enabled and on standby, Sir."

Bertrand had shut Moriloth out of his head so he could focus on the task at hand, so he was not aware of the new addition to her entourage.

"Science?" he glanced at the two officers who were both at the Science station. "Either of you. Sensors status, probe inventory and... anything else I need to know."

Wyatt had just finished putting in some information, then once addressed turned his blue eyed gaze to the lieutenant commander. A lieutenant commander he didn't even really know. "It's all green across the board, short and long range sensors are good to go. We have a full compliment of probes. All labs, including astrometrics and stellar cartography are up and running." He paused a moment as his station beeped, he turned back to the monitor, read the info then continued, "The deflector array is also functioning at peak."

"Thank you... er... Lt Wyatt, isn't it? Good job."

Wyatt nodded, not thinking about what was just said. He turned back to his station, to continue working.

"Tactical? Have we got our full weapons compliment re-loaded?"

"Phaser banks are at full capacity and we have 75% of the torpedoes in the storage bay's. The hybrid replied from behind the tactical desk.

Bertrand didn't like hte modern tendancy to carry anything less than full compliment of weapons, but they were not at war, so he had no real grounds to challenge that policy. "And Security? Are all crew back and accounted for?"

"Security's at thirty-seven percent strength sir. Lot of the officers had shore leave saved up." Sela replied tapping the screen to bring up the information she needed.

"We have a ten hour window before scheduled departure. Please ensure everyone is back by then," Bertrand cautioned. The information was not a surprise though and he was pleased with how well his 2IC was able to access and compile the relevant data. "Captain Sinclair, what is the status of our Marine contingent?"

Brenda glanced up from her station. Being stuck on the Bridge was a new concept for the Marine to adjust to. "A few 72-Hour liberties, and I believe one shuttle requisition, but the rest of the contingent is Five-by-Five."

"As with the rest of the crew, we are scheduled for departure in 10 hours. I trust you will make sure none of your people have to space walk to catch us." Bertrand nodded in acceptance of each report then tapped his comm. "Bridge to Medical, status report, please. Are we still short staffed?"

"Medical here Dr Antos responding. Medical is ready as it can be. And yes I am still understaffed."Antos said quickly to the bridge. He knew it was Bertrand.

"Roger that, Doctor," Antos responded and then turned to Mickey. "See if you can bump our request for medical staff up the priority list, can you. It'd be nice if we had the rest of our medical compliment waiting at our next port of call at least."

"Of course doctor" Mickey nodded and smiled.

"Bridge to Engineering, Status? How are repairs? Do we have an ETA for being departure ready?"

"This is Engineering, repairs are progressing. Warp capacity was a priority, so we're solid there. All priority repairs complete and checked. Power flow is established, though there are some minor systems still reporting brown-outs. We're solid for departure in about four hours, and expected a full repair in thirty six hours." Cor called in from over the comms.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Bertrand acknowledged. "No need to hurry that. We are not scheduled to depart for another ten hours, so plenty of time."

Aladdin the black lab was now more familiarized with the bridge systems, he took one of the front stations, it was next to mickey which the camera could still see and keep an eye on him, and then he went to work. "Acting Ensign Aladdin, stand by." Aladdin said as he figured out the kinks of a starship.

Bertrand glanced at the dog then to Honey, "Your multi-paw isn't with you on the bridge, is she?"

"No, ssshe'sss ssafe in my quarterssss. Ssshe might get lossst or in the way during timesss like thisss." Honey offered.

Acting Ensign Aladdin kept a close eye on Mickey. "No Monkeying around today, Mick." He said to him nicely then looked at Bertrand with Approval.

Bertrand nodded, "Good job. Next roster mission is a dual patrol and survey of Cluster 217. Science gets a good look at a new star system and we get to wave the flag to say the Federation has a presence."

"Commander, unfortunately with my motto we always have to expect the unexpected." Mickey spoke his opinion

Bertrand stopped in his tracks just for a moment, "You can never expect everything. Some things..."

It was the softest any of them had heard Bertrand speak. Then he mentally shook himself.

"Lt Wyatt," he said moving to Science. "Have you had a chance to look at the suggested sensor calibrations for observing Cluster 217?"

At the sound of his rank and given name being called, he looked up, paused, then swung his attention to the lieutenant commander. "It's Cadwell, sir, Lieutenant Cadwell," he said. He then realized he hadn't corrected the man earlier, he was too wrapped up in his job to worry about such things. Anyhow, he continued, not missing a beat. "I have looked at the calibrations, at the moment, it looks good. However, once at the cluster we may need to recalibrate as we scan." This time he did pause to let the words he spoke sink in. "I don't anticipate any problems." Which he didn't, re-calibrations were easy, and something that could be done on demand when needed.

"We should have plenty of time once we get there. I don't think the nebula is in any hurry to be somewhere else."