07-29-2011, 05:09 PM
--USS Independence
--Bridge
--2058 hours
"Dammit, dammit!" Said Zack in frustration as he slammed his left fist onto the CONN console. "What in Dorinda's name is that device? And who the hell is the idiot that..."
Zack was interrupted by a call from the Starbase's Flight Controller, Lieutenant Abrams. "Abrams to Captain Gillibrand, are you in need of assistance or is this a trick you are playing on the Cardies if you have lost power I can tow you back in for repairs with the tractor beam unless you can handle it out there yourself..."
Zack tapped his commbadge and responded. "Mr. Abrams, we would be more than grateful for any...wait a second." The lights came back on, and Zack got a nod from Lt. Ketteringham at Ops, indicating that things were okay. "Belay that, Mr. Abrams. We are back up and running. Gillibrand out."
Zack looked to his Chief Engineer, who was justifiably angry. Rayner confirmed that everything was up and running. "When we get through this, I'd like to see you and Mr. Sullivan in my Ready Room."
Time seemed to stand still as the Independence fell back into formation with her companion vessels. Zack did not want to brag, but his well-timed use of the transphasic torpedos had basically collapsed the Cardassians' line. The Fleet was giving the few remaining stragglers a run for their money; soon, there was only one left and it warped away quickly. Moments later, Adm. Malloway gave them the signal to stand down and return to port. Zack exhaled deeply then turned toward everyone.
"Excellent job everybody," he said. "Your performance here justifies my choice to make you part of my crew. John, stand down Red Alert. See if anybody needs an assist back to base. Mr. Ketteringham the bridge is yours. Once we get docked, alpha shift gets shuteye ASAP."
Zack turned and headed toward his Ready Room. Adm. Malloway would expect a prompt status update, so Zack needed to get that done immediately. It was going to be a long night.
--Bridge
--2058 hours
"Dammit, dammit!" Said Zack in frustration as he slammed his left fist onto the CONN console. "What in Dorinda's name is that device? And who the hell is the idiot that..."
Zack was interrupted by a call from the Starbase's Flight Controller, Lieutenant Abrams. "Abrams to Captain Gillibrand, are you in need of assistance or is this a trick you are playing on the Cardies if you have lost power I can tow you back in for repairs with the tractor beam unless you can handle it out there yourself..."
Zack tapped his commbadge and responded. "Mr. Abrams, we would be more than grateful for any...wait a second." The lights came back on, and Zack got a nod from Lt. Ketteringham at Ops, indicating that things were okay. "Belay that, Mr. Abrams. We are back up and running. Gillibrand out."
Zack looked to his Chief Engineer, who was justifiably angry. Rayner confirmed that everything was up and running. "When we get through this, I'd like to see you and Mr. Sullivan in my Ready Room."
Time seemed to stand still as the Independence fell back into formation with her companion vessels. Zack did not want to brag, but his well-timed use of the transphasic torpedos had basically collapsed the Cardassians' line. The Fleet was giving the few remaining stragglers a run for their money; soon, there was only one left and it warped away quickly. Moments later, Adm. Malloway gave them the signal to stand down and return to port. Zack exhaled deeply then turned toward everyone.
"Excellent job everybody," he said. "Your performance here justifies my choice to make you part of my crew. John, stand down Red Alert. See if anybody needs an assist back to base. Mr. Ketteringham the bridge is yours. Once we get docked, alpha shift gets shuteye ASAP."
Zack turned and headed toward his Ready Room. Adm. Malloway would expect a prompt status update, so Zack needed to get that done immediately. It was going to be a long night.