01-13-2014, 04:09 PM
USS Majesty
Bridge
1700 Hours
Will knew his natural demeanour suggested otherwise, but he felt the bridge crew had found his first watch as bridge commander fun. The general emotional buzz was one of enjoyment, with the quickfire simulations producing some clever responses and lateral thinking from the assembled officers and crewmen.
ch'Amok's antennae were straight and poised, signalling her own pleasure at having something to do. For his own part, Will was satisfied that he'd given them a good workout (albeit academic rather than physical), and had enjoyed himself himself as much as they had.
After a while, he began to look around the bridge. He couldn't see any sign of what he was looking for. Finally, he spoke:
"I need a volunteer for a very dangerous mission. Lieutenant ch'Amok, you seem a likely candidate."
The Andorian turned in her seat.
"I guess I volunteer then, sir."
"You need to understand, Lieutenant, this is dangerous, and highly classified. You must speak of this to no-one."
"I understand, sir."
Very well," Will said, relaxing back into the command chair. "Locate and acquire a coffee. Milk and two sugars. Bring it back here without anybody seeing you. I want real coffee, not any replicated rubbish. Go to the galley. Be careful."
"Yes, sir," ch'Amok appeared confused, but took it in good spirit. "One coffee coming up."
"Excellent. Oh, and Lieutenant...?"
"Commander?"
"I'm serious, ch'Amok. Don't let anyone see you once you've left the galley. Your life may depend on it."
"Yes, sir," ch'Amok said, a slight laugh accompanying her response.
Once the lieutenant had vanished behind the turbolift doors, Will tapped his communicator.
=/\= Angel to Cotton. =/\=
=/\= Cotton here, Commander. How can I help? =/\=
=/\= Stanley, Lieutenant ch'Amok is running rogue between the galley and the bridge. She'll be carrying a highly illegal caffeine-based beverage. Apprehend her and bring the beverage to me. =/\=
=/\= Understood, sir. Cotton out. =/\=
Will caught the humourous undertone in Stanley's voice. He knew what was going on.
=/\= Angel to ch'Amok. =/\=
=/\= ch'Amok here, Commander. =/\=
=/\= ch'Amok, the mission just became more dangerous. Someone's tipped off security. They're coming for you. Don't let them capture that coffee. =/\=
=/\= Riiiiiiiiiiiiight... I wonder who that might've been. =/\=
=/\= Bring me that coffee, Lieutenant. =/\=
=/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
Will ended the communication and waited to see who would bring him his coffee.
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Bridge
1700 Hours
Will knew his natural demeanour suggested otherwise, but he felt the bridge crew had found his first watch as bridge commander fun. The general emotional buzz was one of enjoyment, with the quickfire simulations producing some clever responses and lateral thinking from the assembled officers and crewmen.
ch'Amok's antennae were straight and poised, signalling her own pleasure at having something to do. For his own part, Will was satisfied that he'd given them a good workout (albeit academic rather than physical), and had enjoyed himself himself as much as they had.
After a while, he began to look around the bridge. He couldn't see any sign of what he was looking for. Finally, he spoke:
"I need a volunteer for a very dangerous mission. Lieutenant ch'Amok, you seem a likely candidate."
The Andorian turned in her seat.
"I guess I volunteer then, sir."
"You need to understand, Lieutenant, this is dangerous, and highly classified. You must speak of this to no-one."
"I understand, sir."
Very well," Will said, relaxing back into the command chair. "Locate and acquire a coffee. Milk and two sugars. Bring it back here without anybody seeing you. I want real coffee, not any replicated rubbish. Go to the galley. Be careful."
"Yes, sir," ch'Amok appeared confused, but took it in good spirit. "One coffee coming up."
"Excellent. Oh, and Lieutenant...?"
"Commander?"
"I'm serious, ch'Amok. Don't let anyone see you once you've left the galley. Your life may depend on it."
"Yes, sir," ch'Amok said, a slight laugh accompanying her response.
Once the lieutenant had vanished behind the turbolift doors, Will tapped his communicator.
=/\= Angel to Cotton. =/\=
=/\= Cotton here, Commander. How can I help? =/\=
=/\= Stanley, Lieutenant ch'Amok is running rogue between the galley and the bridge. She'll be carrying a highly illegal caffeine-based beverage. Apprehend her and bring the beverage to me. =/\=
=/\= Understood, sir. Cotton out. =/\=
Will caught the humourous undertone in Stanley's voice. He knew what was going on.
=/\= Angel to ch'Amok. =/\=
=/\= ch'Amok here, Commander. =/\=
=/\= ch'Amok, the mission just became more dangerous. Someone's tipped off security. They're coming for you. Don't let them capture that coffee. =/\=
=/\= Riiiiiiiiiiiiight... I wonder who that might've been. =/\=
=/\= Bring me that coffee, Lieutenant. =/\=
=/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
Will ended the communication and waited to see who would bring him his coffee.
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