Send Off

Posted on 24 Sep 2014 @ 9:23am by Captain Harvey Geisler & Emily Carter & Lieutenant Commander Thaddeus Quint M.D. & Lieutenant JG Harold Sherman

798 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Razmena
Location: USS Black Hawk
Timeline: February 4, 2388 || 1130 hours

Harvey watched on the viewscreen as the X'annon entered warp. As much as he wanted the mission to succeed without a hitch, his gut told him something wasn't right. He was confident in Noxa and her abilities, and the Black Hawk would be able to swoop into the rescue if need be.

For now, however, there was little he could do. Looking forward at the helmsman, Harvey ordered, "Helm, set course three four zero bearing zero one one. Engage at Warp Five."

"Aye, captain," came the woman's response. Within a moment, the Black Hawk turned and launched into warp speed. "We should arrive at the nebula within three hours," she stated, beating the captain to his next question.

Harvey nodded and rose to his feet. He approached the science station currently occupied by the new Chief Science Officer. "Lieutenant, that gives you roughly three hours to prepare a couple probes and whatever tests you wish to run."

Chad turned in around in his chair and faced Harvey. "Of course, sir. I'll head down to the labs, right now. I'll tell you when they're ready." With that, Chad got up from his chair, and strolled towards the turbolift.

Thaddeus Quint had seated himself at the second science station, the one that nearly always left out of the standard angle pictures of the bridge. As the X'annon departed, Quint was pleased that he hadn't been involved in the away mission. His prior conflict with the XO seemingly had paid dividends in being passed over on the selection process. Away teams had the highest casualty percentages in the service, go on enough away missions and your survival probability invariably plummeted towards zero.

Not that things couldn't go wrong on a starship. The doctor wordlessly brought up the environmental controls, and was passively running a scan of the whole ship and the crew. It seemed standard practice for every Starfleet captain to want to fly their ship through every random anomaly, disturbance or whatever they ran into, just to see what happened. A nebula on the surface didn't seem too hazardous, but Quint was always one to barrow trouble. Sure enough when things did go wrong, the cries of "Doctor!" would invariably follow. So in the meantime Quint, was getting some control scans of the environment and the crew, so if any irregularities did crop up, he'd have a baseline scan for comparison.

Harvey took note of Cavendish's quick exit from the bridge, chalking it up to enthusiasm. He then nodded at his Chief Medical Officer, not expecting any response. The Captain turned to head for the center chair, nodding at his Chief Operations Officer on the way. "Any updates on the runabout, Lieutenant?"

Lt (jg) Harold Sherman look up as he check up on the updates for the runabout upgrades, "Seems the upgrades are going as well as can be expected, the Flight crews and those from Engineering with shuttle craft specializations are working together quite well. They haven't stumbled upon anything that held up any progress yet, but on the other hand they seem to be right on schedule as we speak. So hopefully we be able to get her launch on time, if not slightly little early."

"Let's push for early, Lieutenant," Harvey pressed as he sat in the chair. "I don't want our people stranded on Razmena."

As the two spoke, Quint rose and made his way to the opposite side of the bridge to the engineering consoles. Vacant as they were, Quint briefly leaning over the chair and punched in a few commands on the console to look over the environmental hardware specifications. Once the captain's attention was elsewhere, the doctor turned towards the operations officers with a sidelong glance.

"Never volunteer you're ahead of schedule or might get something done early, Lieutenant," Quint offered, speaking softly so only Sherman would hear him, "Those in charge will expect it every time and if something goes wrong, which they often do, you're the one that gets blamed."

Harvey's ears barely detected the doctor's comments, and it was enough to inspire a grin on his face. He looked at the viewscreen in front of him, all the while hoping his crew would be all right.

===[Flight Deck]===

George walked the flight Deck before his first big meeting between the Commanding Officers of the two squadrons on the BH part of him was worried how the two of them would get along while both were out in space. He knew that both Squadrons had been around for a while so he wasn't dealing with fresh pups here Strolling into the corridor he moved to the ready room where their were probably awaiting him he set his mind for hoping for the best but expecting complications.


~To Be Continued~

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