09-25-2010, 04:34 PM
[posting as LtCmdr. Torin Elano, Chief of Operations, USS Braveheart]
USS Braveheart
Turbolift car 1-B
1135 hours
After locating their quarters, Torin and Rennan had spent a short while putting a few things away. Mostly personal momentos, things that they wanted to store in personal databases and such. They still had a good amount of time before this "Ceremony" at 1900, whatever that entailed. All Torin knew was that it required dress uniforms. He and Rennan had left at the same time, both intending to report in to their respective superiors. Rennan was off to meet Lieutenant Commander Grant, the Chief of Security & Tactical; Torin, being a department head and therefore a member of the Senior Staff, was off to find either Commander Grax or Captain Trane. Torin had received a message upon arriving from Captain Trane, rehashing the details of the Ceremony and stating that he would see them there. Torin's previous information regarding the Ceremony had come from Captain McGriff, so apparently there had been a change of command very recently, within the last few hours. Torin had dealt with the same commanding officer for his entire career so far, so the change of command on the Braveheart was immaterial to him.
The maglev motors in the turbolift car hummed softly, making the brief transit without incident. The doors to the car hissed open loudly and Torin stepped onto the bridge, which was not busy but still ad a normal level of activity for a vessel docked at a Starbase. The CONN station was vacant, for obvious reasons; there was, after all, nothing to do for a pilot while the ship was docked. Torin leaned over to take a look at the Ops console, noting its configuration and making a mental note to update it to his preferences once he was officially on duty. To hell with it, he thought. I may as well take care of it now.
"Computer," he began. "Upload Ops console configuration Elano-two from my personal database. Prepare for console configuration update and reset, authorization Elano nine seven gamma sierra."
Configuration uploaded, said the Computer in its dull, inflectionless female monotone. Standing by for update and reset.
"Enable updates and reset console. Configuration Elano-two when I log in to the console."
Acknowledged, said the Computer. Torin didn't bother with thanking the computer, because it would then make some sort of Vulcanesque remark to such a rhetorical statement. Satisfied, Torin turned on his heel and headed toward the Ready Room, which the Computer had indicated a few minutes ago was the location of Captain Trane. Torin rang the chime and was instructed to enter. The door hissed open and he walked through, finding the Captain seated at his desk. Torin approached, stiffening only slightly and coming to a reasonable approximation of attention.
"Good morning Sir," he said. "Torin Elano reporting for duty as Chief of Operations."
[tag: Ethan]
USS Braveheart
Turbolift car 1-B
1135 hours
After locating their quarters, Torin and Rennan had spent a short while putting a few things away. Mostly personal momentos, things that they wanted to store in personal databases and such. They still had a good amount of time before this "Ceremony" at 1900, whatever that entailed. All Torin knew was that it required dress uniforms. He and Rennan had left at the same time, both intending to report in to their respective superiors. Rennan was off to meet Lieutenant Commander Grant, the Chief of Security & Tactical; Torin, being a department head and therefore a member of the Senior Staff, was off to find either Commander Grax or Captain Trane. Torin had received a message upon arriving from Captain Trane, rehashing the details of the Ceremony and stating that he would see them there. Torin's previous information regarding the Ceremony had come from Captain McGriff, so apparently there had been a change of command very recently, within the last few hours. Torin had dealt with the same commanding officer for his entire career so far, so the change of command on the Braveheart was immaterial to him.
The maglev motors in the turbolift car hummed softly, making the brief transit without incident. The doors to the car hissed open loudly and Torin stepped onto the bridge, which was not busy but still ad a normal level of activity for a vessel docked at a Starbase. The CONN station was vacant, for obvious reasons; there was, after all, nothing to do for a pilot while the ship was docked. Torin leaned over to take a look at the Ops console, noting its configuration and making a mental note to update it to his preferences once he was officially on duty. To hell with it, he thought. I may as well take care of it now.
"Computer," he began. "Upload Ops console configuration Elano-two from my personal database. Prepare for console configuration update and reset, authorization Elano nine seven gamma sierra."
Configuration uploaded, said the Computer in its dull, inflectionless female monotone. Standing by for update and reset.
"Enable updates and reset console. Configuration Elano-two when I log in to the console."
Acknowledged, said the Computer. Torin didn't bother with thanking the computer, because it would then make some sort of Vulcanesque remark to such a rhetorical statement. Satisfied, Torin turned on his heel and headed toward the Ready Room, which the Computer had indicated a few minutes ago was the location of Captain Trane. Torin rang the chime and was instructed to enter. The door hissed open and he walked through, finding the Captain seated at his desk. Torin approached, stiffening only slightly and coming to a reasonable approximation of attention.
"Good morning Sir," he said. "Torin Elano reporting for duty as Chief of Operations."
[tag: Ethan]