Departure

Posted on Sat Jul 20, 2013 @ 9:23pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

812 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: A Whole New World: Part 1 - Precipice
Location: Bridge
Timeline: 62503.086 {Thu, 22 Nov 2384 11:00}

Exiting her Ready Room, while crossing the Bridge towards her seat the Captain asked "What's our readiness status Number One? Are we ready to get underway?"

"We are fully loaded and stocked. All departments show ready Captain. We're just waiting for the word to be given, So we can be on our way."

"Well then lets not waste any more time shall we?" she answered. "Mr. Chell, contact SB900 control and request permission to decouple from the dock and depart."

Settling back into her seat, the Captain nodded as she looked forward to where Lt JG Maz manned the helm station. "Lt. Maz, take us out.."

LtJG Maz responded, "Aye Captain. Clearance has been granted. Heading out 237 mark 4. One quarter impulse." Maz's hands move across the console, following the requested movements to avoid other ships in the bay from Docking Bay Two's control.

"Steady as she goes Lieutenant.." the Captain said softly. Katrijn hated..absolutely hated the slow approach to docking with a station, and equally so (if not a little more) the reverse process of taking the ship out of space dock. Years ago, while stationed aboard the U.S.S. Endeavor as a Lieutenant herself the ship had suffered a guidance failure while departing SB491, impacting the heavy work crane which had been stowed out of the way to allow the ship to clear but had none the less torn a large slash into the side of the vessel's hull.. resulting in 17 deaths. While she had not been at the helm, or even on the ship's bridge for that matter.. the experience had been quite jarring and left a lasting mark on her nerves.

"Aye Captain. Keeping her steady and ready." Maz stated as he looked over the data on his console.

"Thank you Mr. Maz.." the Captain answered.

Alec stood at Rhea's side as the Victory inched out and away from the starbase. Right now it was doing it's snail impression. He moved a little closer to her, "Would you like a sedative?" He whispered so only she could hear. Hoping the joke would ease her tension. He had learned of her hatred of arriving and departing a starbase when they had first begun spending so much time together.

T'Vor stood at the secondary tactical console on the bridge of the USS Victory. The Vulcan-Klingon hybrid was running multiple diagnostics on the ship's tactical systems. He couldn't help but feel, as the Terrans would say, antsy as he watched the results come up on his terminal. It was a feeling he was used to, but that didn't mean he liked or enjoyed it. Part of him enjoyed the calm and peaceful time while the other, quite honestly, wanted to find an enemy and rip its throat out. The diagnostics were a way to calm his mind while allowing him to focus his more violent tendencies. It was quite similar to his meditations in his own quarters where he would take apart and rebuild his personal weapons. The focus allowed him to meditate while the act allowed him to keep his violent tendencies from going out of control. His combined Vulcan and Klingon heritage made him a very dangerous individual if he were to lose control; he didn't want that to happen to anyone on this ship.

A beep from his console informed him that another diagnostic had completed and returned with results that were favorable. He turned his attention to the captain and informed her of the results. "Captain, all offensive and defensive systems are within acceptable levels." T'Vor, having been raised on Vulcan, spoke as a Vulcan while he looked like a Klingon. Some of his friends from Starfleet Academy compared it to messing with a holo-character so that a male character sounded like a female. It didn't sound right but at least in his case, people got used to it.

She turned towards him, inwardly relieved at the distraction from the crawling heebie-jeebies currently running amok in her nerves while watching as the ship slowly inched away from the starbase and dock facility. "Thank you Mr. T'Vor. Hopefully we won't need it but.. good to know we've got a solid punch if we do.."

T'Vor nodded. "Aye, Captain. If someone wants a fight, we'll be able to give them one." He said, turning back to watch his console.

"Helm!" the Captain called out. Turning towards the front of the bridge she said, "Set course, bearing 294 mark 32."

"Aye aye, Captain." Maz said not another word as his hands moved across the console. "Course laid in, ready to engage."

"Well don't just sit around waiting for mold to grow on the console..engage!" the Captain replied as she sat down in her chair, crossing her legs comfortably as she leaned back.

Maz nodded as he engaged the warp drive and turned on autopilot to get the best route possible.

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