12-02-2013, 12:20 PM
USS Majesty
Deck 2
Chief Security/Tactical Officer's Quarters
1535 Hours
It was good to be back in his old quarters after so long at Command School. Of course it had been necessary; neither he nor DJ were from Command Branch, but their respective duties would doubtless require them to take command of the ship at some point, and there was a difference between leading a department and leading an entire starship crew.
And there was a difference between taking orders from the captain of a ship and giving orders as captain of the ship!
Will had grown into his role, thrust upon him due to the ravages of war, and had proven himself in his current position. He was a leader, for sure, but those under him were trained in security measures and small unit tactics. Command School had given him a grounding in total leadership that seemed to come so naturally to Callum Jackson and James Spruance.
Ah, Commander Spruance. Will still felt the spike of emotion that had hit him all the way from Deck 31 that day. And then nothing. There was no body, but they hadn't really expected to find one. The obvious conclusion was the only reasonable one. The science and engineering teams had fought against a tide of logic to find some evidence of temporal dislocation, some sign to give them hope that he'd survived. Sometimes, Will woke in the night with the certainty that he had, Spruance's emotions echoing in the empty dark, but that was all they were: echoes. Spruance had been a fine officer, taken before his time. DJ was good, but he had a hard act to follow.
Will sighed and sat at his desk.
"Computer, please open a message to Lt jg Two Feathers on USS Viking, Lt jg Josiah Brand on USS Kilimanjaro, and Lt jg Nadais Jorim on USS De Vries."
*Message open. Record when ready*
"Thank you. Record. Guys! First of all, congratulations! You've all got what you deserved, and I'm proud of you. I've just got back to Majesty and it feels empty without you. We need to stay in touch, ok? Well, I'm now Second Officer here, and if any of you feel like transferring back, I'll put in a good word with the captain. Until then, play hard but play safe. Oh, and Josiah... I hear Serena's expecting again. You need to focus more on your work, you old dog! Congratulations to you both. Message ends."
*Message closed*
Please send to named recipients.
*Message sent*
"Thank you. Please open service file for Lt jg Stanley Cotton."
*Service file open*
"Please reassign Lt Cotton as Deputy Chief Security/Tactical Officer."
*Reassignment complete*
"Thank you. Please notify Fleet Captain Jackson, Commander Hurt and Lt Cotton of the change in status."
*Notification sent*
"Thank you."
With his duties discharged, Will took a look around his quarters. Time to move my stuff back in, he thought.
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Deck 2
Chief Security/Tactical Officer's Quarters
1535 Hours
It was good to be back in his old quarters after so long at Command School. Of course it had been necessary; neither he nor DJ were from Command Branch, but their respective duties would doubtless require them to take command of the ship at some point, and there was a difference between leading a department and leading an entire starship crew.
And there was a difference between taking orders from the captain of a ship and giving orders as captain of the ship!
Will had grown into his role, thrust upon him due to the ravages of war, and had proven himself in his current position. He was a leader, for sure, but those under him were trained in security measures and small unit tactics. Command School had given him a grounding in total leadership that seemed to come so naturally to Callum Jackson and James Spruance.
Ah, Commander Spruance. Will still felt the spike of emotion that had hit him all the way from Deck 31 that day. And then nothing. There was no body, but they hadn't really expected to find one. The obvious conclusion was the only reasonable one. The science and engineering teams had fought against a tide of logic to find some evidence of temporal dislocation, some sign to give them hope that he'd survived. Sometimes, Will woke in the night with the certainty that he had, Spruance's emotions echoing in the empty dark, but that was all they were: echoes. Spruance had been a fine officer, taken before his time. DJ was good, but he had a hard act to follow.
Will sighed and sat at his desk.
"Computer, please open a message to Lt jg Two Feathers on USS Viking, Lt jg Josiah Brand on USS Kilimanjaro, and Lt jg Nadais Jorim on USS De Vries."
*Message open. Record when ready*
"Thank you. Record. Guys! First of all, congratulations! You've all got what you deserved, and I'm proud of you. I've just got back to Majesty and it feels empty without you. We need to stay in touch, ok? Well, I'm now Second Officer here, and if any of you feel like transferring back, I'll put in a good word with the captain. Until then, play hard but play safe. Oh, and Josiah... I hear Serena's expecting again. You need to focus more on your work, you old dog! Congratulations to you both. Message ends."
*Message closed*
Please send to named recipients.
*Message sent*
"Thank you. Please open service file for Lt jg Stanley Cotton."
*Service file open*
"Please reassign Lt Cotton as Deputy Chief Security/Tactical Officer."
*Reassignment complete*
"Thank you. Please notify Fleet Captain Jackson, Commander Hurt and Lt Cotton of the change in status."
*Notification sent*
"Thank you."
With his duties discharged, Will took a look around his quarters. Time to move my stuff back in, he thought.
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