Post 13

Posted on Mon Nov 17th, 2014 @ 3:12pm by Commander Dewitt Cayne

Mission: Begin with a Bang
Location: Main Bridge, Discovery NX-04, Drydock, Earth Orbit
Timeline: May 12th, 2155 - 0830 hours

Cayne stood silently at the rear of the compartment, watching the final checks being made to the communication systems. He had no interest in micro-managing the engineers who were working tirelessly to get everything ready for their departure. There had been some rumours doing the rounds that their flight date was being brought forward and, judging by the extra personnel that Starfleet had sent across to the ship, the rumours were true.

There was a bright flash at the communications console which was either a positive sign of systems powering up, or a very bad sign indeed. He heard some muffled shouting from the technicians in the crawlspace underneath the floor plating but couldn't make out exactly what was going on. He had been pretending to go over flight logs- even though he didn't have a clue what he was looking at.

He strode toward the centre of the bridge, taking care to avoid the glass screen which had almost decked him in comic fashion the previous night. "What's going on?"

A flustered looking engineer turned to him and quickly turned back to his work, trying to avoid eye contact with the Commander. "Everything's under control, Sir. We're just waiting on Lieutenant Anziano to have a quick look at a slight malfunction in the translation matrix."

Cayne stared into the back of the man's head. He didn't have much reason to doubt what he was being told but the speed of the crews which had been sent over from drydock was starting to concern him. He'd have to have a word with Anziano, who he was yet to meet, to see if there was anything he could do to speed them up.

He looked over to his own console where a blonde, callow-eyed ensign sat flicking through one of the old paper manuals which had been issued to them. "Everything okay, Johnny?"

Cayne hated calling him Johnny. The idea of being on a military starship and being- not only on first name- but nickname terms with your subordinates was abhorrent to him. Still, the kid was fresh from the academy and was clearly terrified of the prospect of deep space. Just what he needed in a relief officer.

"Yes Sir." Johnny lied. Cayne had known Jonathan Marney for the grand total of twenty hours and already knew when he was lying. "Just brushing up on the helm to tactical link. I feel as though there's a slight misalignment somewhere, they seem a bit sluggish."

"If you find anything, let Lieutenant Anziano know." That reminded him. "I'll be in Engineering."