01-17-2014, 04:34 PM
USS Majesty
Bridge
1725 Hours
It had been fun to begin with, but Will was starting to lose the edge.
=/\= Bridge to galley. Any sign of Lieutenant ch'Amok, Chef? =/\=
=/\= Yes, sir. She was in here about 20 minutes ago collecting fresh coffee. =/\=
=/\= Hmm. Thanks, Chef. Bridge out. =/\=
Will sat back and drummed his fingers on the arm rest. He really could have done with his coffee a while ago.
"Computer, please locate Lieutenant ch'Amok."
*Lieutenant ch'Amok is not on board the ship.*
Will sat up.
"Explain."
*Transporter records indicate Lieutenant ch'Amok left the ship at 1721 hours.*
"Where did she go?"
*Unknown.*
"What do you mean, 'unknown'? What was her destination?"
*Unknown. No destination logged.*
"I see. Thank you."
=/\= Bridge to Security. =/\=
=/\= Ensign Cotton here. Go ahead, Will. =/\=
=/\= Stanley, call off the troops. She's off the ship. Nice try. =/\=
=/\= Dammit! Oh, well. The guys had fun at this end. =/\=
After breaking communication, Will stood up and did a visual inspection of all the stations on the bridge. He offered words of advice and encouragement to the junior officers and crew who were perhaps unused to working on the bridge, and senior crewmembers who weren't used to such long periods of inactivity.
Finally, having completed a circuit of the bridge, he sat down again.
A few moments later, the turbolift doors opened and ch'Amok stepped onto the bridge casually, carrying a cup with Starfleet's emblem on it.
"Your coffee, sir," she said, her eyes twinkling and her antennae dancing something akin to a victory jig.
Will took the cup and looked at her, appraisingly.
"Thank you. You want to explain your little little excursion off the ship?"
She grinned.
"I never left. I just went to Transporter Room 4 and asked the operator to hold me in the buffer until the coast was clear. Then she brought me back and I had an easy ride up here."
"Very clever," Will acknowledged, smiling back.
He took a sip of his coffee.
"It's cold!" he sputtered.
ch'Amok shrugged.
"Coffee doesn't fare quite as well in a transporter buffer as people do, I'm afraid."
Will pulled a resigned face while ch'Amok laughed openly and sat down at her station.
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Bridge
1725 Hours
It had been fun to begin with, but Will was starting to lose the edge.
=/\= Bridge to galley. Any sign of Lieutenant ch'Amok, Chef? =/\=
=/\= Yes, sir. She was in here about 20 minutes ago collecting fresh coffee. =/\=
=/\= Hmm. Thanks, Chef. Bridge out. =/\=
Will sat back and drummed his fingers on the arm rest. He really could have done with his coffee a while ago.
"Computer, please locate Lieutenant ch'Amok."
*Lieutenant ch'Amok is not on board the ship.*
Will sat up.
"Explain."
*Transporter records indicate Lieutenant ch'Amok left the ship at 1721 hours.*
"Where did she go?"
*Unknown.*
"What do you mean, 'unknown'? What was her destination?"
*Unknown. No destination logged.*
"I see. Thank you."
=/\= Bridge to Security. =/\=
=/\= Ensign Cotton here. Go ahead, Will. =/\=
=/\= Stanley, call off the troops. She's off the ship. Nice try. =/\=
=/\= Dammit! Oh, well. The guys had fun at this end. =/\=
After breaking communication, Will stood up and did a visual inspection of all the stations on the bridge. He offered words of advice and encouragement to the junior officers and crew who were perhaps unused to working on the bridge, and senior crewmembers who weren't used to such long periods of inactivity.
Finally, having completed a circuit of the bridge, he sat down again.
A few moments later, the turbolift doors opened and ch'Amok stepped onto the bridge casually, carrying a cup with Starfleet's emblem on it.
"Your coffee, sir," she said, her eyes twinkling and her antennae dancing something akin to a victory jig.
Will took the cup and looked at her, appraisingly.
"Thank you. You want to explain your little little excursion off the ship?"
She grinned.
"I never left. I just went to Transporter Room 4 and asked the operator to hold me in the buffer until the coast was clear. Then she brought me back and I had an easy ride up here."
"Very clever," Will acknowledged, smiling back.
He took a sip of his coffee.
"It's cold!" he sputtered.
ch'Amok shrugged.
"Coffee doesn't fare quite as well in a transporter buffer as people do, I'm afraid."
Will pulled a resigned face while ch'Amok laughed openly and sat down at her station.
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