First Official Assignment

Posted on Sat Mar 4th, 2023 @ 9:42am by Captain Tristan Faust & Ensign Ivy Kinsley & Lieutenant Commander John Stryker II & Commander Lucy Heartfilia & Lieutenant Thraxina & Lieutenant Azrel Vox & Lieutenant JG Marcel Knowles & Chief Petty Officer Meredith Corden & St. John Talbot

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Mission: Mission 3: The Peace Ship
Location: Deck 1: Bridge
Timeline: M3 MD01 (2268.6.11) 0900
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Captain’s log, after a week of shoreleave at Starbase 10, our repairs are finally complete. The Midway now sets out on her first official assignment, one of the utmost importance to intergalactic peace... if it succeeds… Last year as part of the Organian Peace Treaty, it was decided the three major galactic powers, the Federation, the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire would colonize a planet together in the Triangle region of space. The planet was selected, Nimbus III. Our mission is to transport the Federation delegate to the Planet of Galactic Peace. Although skeptical of long term success, any chance of lasting stability is worth the trouble…

"I think that does it Yeoman, Corden, thank you," Captain Faust said from the command chair to his yeoman.

"Yes, sir," Meredith said. "Shall I coordinate with the Steward regarding hospitality?"

"Please, we... unfortunately, we will have the state dinner as planned this evening starting at 1730," Tristan responded with a sigh.

"Of course, sir," Meredith said, offering a small smile.

Thraxina had little to do at the moment but think to herself what a waste of potential it was that Yeoman Corden was little more than a walking electronic clipboard when she was shaping up to be a really excellent pilot. She almost felt like dragging her down to the Helm station and tell her to have a go and forming up a warp bubble and flying them out of there.

Instead she busied herself rechecking systems and making sure none of the other control stations were stealing more than their share of the ship's power supply. She wanted to impress the Ambassador by flipping them out of there smoothly and efficiently at Warp 1, rather than kangaroo hopping along on Quarter Impulse.

Navigator Stryker stood his post with casual looks to both the Captain for further orders and Helm with Lieutenant Traxina also standing by, it would be good to get out there and see what was going on with the newly repaired Midway, not that he had been apprized of the damage the vessel had taken.

Space, where legends could still be made, and officers could still get promoted. But alas, he had little hope of that, it appeared there were others ahead of him, which was nothing new. He had seen it before and he would see it again.

It was time to get underway.

Aze arrived on the bridge and took her station. She put in her earpiece and checked the console. "All channels clear sir. Communications standing ready. " she advised Captain Faust.

"Thank you lieutenant," Tristan responded. He was hoping to avoid... Then he heard the turbolift door open and loud foot steps.

"Ah good morning captain," came the voice of the Federation ambassador.

Well, so much for that...

"Good morning Ambassador," Tristan responded swivelling the chair to face the man about his age. "Please stand by on the gallery if you would," he added.

"But of course, I would not dream of interrupting," Talbot responded.

The Captain nodded and swivelled around to face the view screen. He suppressed his eyeroll.

"Lieutenant Thraxina, clear all moorings and take us out when ready," Tristan ordered.

"Aya aye"

"Lieutenant Vox, signal the Starbase and request permission to disembark."

^Starbase 10 this is Midway, requesting permission to disembark.^ Azrel asked over the coms. She taps her console so the reply could be heard by all in the bridge.

^Midway this is Starbase 10, permission to depart granted. Safe Journey. ^

"All yours captain. Let us dance amongst the stars" Aze replied.

Despite her usual utter concentration on the job at hand, the Helmswoman couldn't help glance over at that one! Had Vox been on the Midori again?

"Moorings cleared, engaging engines, quarter impulse, clearing Star Base ten..." intoned Thraxina mechanically, resisting the urge to add '... stars being danced amongst...'

Stryker at the consol awaiting orders almost laughed, 'Dance With The Stars' yes. How many of these types of wishes had he heard? Not more than he cared to remember, but all that he wanted to remember.

Underway, How he loved the initial feel of the ship moving under him as Thrax (as he called her) took her out, that ominous feeling of the unknown that awaited the ship, every ship he had served aboard, and every mission he had been a part of the promise of success and perhaps gallantry, or at least some excitement.

He stood ready to lay in a course as the Captain dictated when he was ready to relay that order to him. Underway, how sweet the sound of it.

"Set course for Nimbus III, warp five," Tristan said, "I want us in yellow alert the entire trip..."

"Is that necessary Captain?" Talbot chimed in from behind him.

"You tell me Ambassador," Tristan asked, not looking behind him. He tapped the yellow alert signal on the armrest. "Engage," he said.

"Course to Nimbus III laid in, Sir." Stryker said after adjusting his settings for the proper course to the destination planet. He looked to Thraxina and smiled, there were on their way.

"Warp 5" echoed Thraxina, she smiled back at Stryker and, as always, it was a controlled smile. She didn't want to gush over him like a lovesick schoolgirl, there was enough of that on the bridge every time that annoying Poppy creature brought the Captain a clipboard to sign or picked up a record disk for filing. No, it was a tight, professional smile, as befitting the relationship between Navigator and Helmsperson.

So concerned was she with actually flying the ship and trying to ignore the charms of her tough, handsome coworker, that she failed to pick up the slight, embryonic 'needle' between the Federation Representative and the Captain.

Oblivious to whatever else was going on, Stryker was busy adjusting the course to avoid planets, asteroid belts, and small moons in their path. A direct route was a bit difficult to manage at any speed.

"Thank you for steering us out of dock without incident," Talbot responded, "I suppose that's one obstacle out of the way..." He looked down at his wrist chronometer, "Well I have an appointment to keep... Carry on." He turned around and left the bridge.

Tristan let out a large exhale, "At least that's over, for now..." He said. He then looked at Meredith, "Please make sure that quib doesn't end up in the ship's log."

"I heard nothing, captain," Meredith said with a slightly playful smile. She glanced after the ambassador.

Lucy raised an eyebrow as she looked on from the science station. She wasn't quite sure how to read their new guest. He seemed hard to read.

Aze, at her station, was watching the activity on the bridge whilst keeping a close eye or should that be an ear on any incoming and outgoing coms traffic.

The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. Most of the crew were happy to get underway, although this may be their last shoreleave for quite a while. That was the life of the space service.

 

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