08-29-2011, 12:11 AM
USS BRAVEHEART
Main Engineering
2133 hours
"Oh for crying out loud!" Michael exclaimed as he heard his main console bleep rather loudly continuously - a sign a message was coming through. He tried to stand, hitting his head rather sharply on the inside of the bulkhead he had been climbing in to repair. THWAP. "Fu-" He paused, noticing piercing stares from his teams, "-crying out loud." He finished, opting to repeat his first exclamation. It would seem this new team would need to get used to his facilitating profanities in his sentences. As he approached the station, he flicked at the console, bringing up the message:
"Hereby, eh? You dont want your warpcore working then?" Michael muttered under his breathe before straightening up and readying himself to shout out. "Right people, we've got 45 minutes to get this place at least to 50% working capacity before I meander on up to the Big Do-Bo's - you know the usual - they're taking their more experienced people out of repairs to sit on their butts and chat over a cuppa - now snap-to!" He finished, watching the majority of the team speed up their work rates, some carrying on. He made a mental note to watch those ones, and replace them if necessary.
The way he looked at it; if you didnt do your job properly or fast enough - you shouldnt be doing the damn thing in the first place. And he wasnt about to let people on his team start a trend in that respect.
TAG: Anyone
Main Engineering
2133 hours
"Oh for crying out loud!" Michael exclaimed as he heard his main console bleep rather loudly continuously - a sign a message was coming through. He tried to stand, hitting his head rather sharply on the inside of the bulkhead he had been climbing in to repair. THWAP. "Fu-" He paused, noticing piercing stares from his teams, "-crying out loud." He finished, opting to repeat his first exclamation. It would seem this new team would need to get used to his facilitating profanities in his sentences. As he approached the station, he flicked at the console, bringing up the message:
Quote:FROM: Grax, J; Commander; Executive Officer USS Braveheart.
TO: All senior Staff.
RE: Senior Staff Meeting
All Senior Staff,
You are hereby ordered to a Staff briefing at 22.30, conference lounge, Deck 1.
Regards
Commander Jemma Grax, Executive Officer USS Braveheart.
"Hereby, eh? You dont want your warpcore working then?" Michael muttered under his breathe before straightening up and readying himself to shout out. "Right people, we've got 45 minutes to get this place at least to 50% working capacity before I meander on up to the Big Do-Bo's - you know the usual - they're taking their more experienced people out of repairs to sit on their butts and chat over a cuppa - now snap-to!" He finished, watching the majority of the team speed up their work rates, some carrying on. He made a mental note to watch those ones, and replace them if necessary.
The way he looked at it; if you didnt do your job properly or fast enough - you shouldnt be doing the damn thing in the first place. And he wasnt about to let people on his team start a trend in that respect.
TAG: Anyone
Lieutenant Commander Michael Gregrez
(note: rank in image out of date, due to be amended)
(note: rank in image out of date, due to be amended)