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Ship Shape

Posted on Sun Jan 27, 2019 @ 8:41pm by Lieutenant JG John Stevens
Edited on on Mon Jan 28, 2019 @ 8:36am

Mission: All In A Day's Work
Location: USS Excalibur, Deck 1, Main Bridge
Timeline: MD01, 1545 hours

Things were really starting to come together on the new Excalibur, though to look at it you wouldn’t know. On the bridge, panels were open all over the place and LCARS displays were coming to life for their initial boot and diagnostic cycles. John was neck deep inside an access panel underneath tactical trying to correct a variance in the targeting scanners when a young female ensign cane over.

“Can I help you?” She asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

“Just trying to sort these bloody targeting systems out.” He muttered as he reached for a coil spanner.

“That’s a job for the maintenance crew. I don’t know who you are but you shouldn’t go messing around with systems you aren’t authorised to be meddling with!” She barked.

John pulled himself up from under the console and sat down in the chair turning to face her.

“I can assure you I am authorised.” John said flatly, “Lieutenant Stevens, Chief Security & Tactical Officer. And you would be?”

The Ensigns' eyes widened and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m… forgive me, sir, I didn’t realise you were onboard. I’m Ensign Olivia Cross… I’m sorry there’s been a lot of people bodging my systems trying to get them ‘operational’ in time for departure. I swear they’re just making things worse.” She said, her initial embarrassment subsiding and irritation returning with a vengeance.

“Well, they’re our systems now. So I suggest we find a way to work out dual custody. How about I get weekends and every other Thursday?” John said trying to defuse the tension with humour.

Cross raised her eyebrow, she wasn’t happy that Stevens was here. She had thought that she was in line to be the chief tactical officer and now here he was at the last minute to take credit for her hard work.

John could sense that she wasn’t impressed but now wasn’t the time to tiptoe around trying not to offend people.

“Look,” He said flatly, “we’ve got a lot of work to do and not a whole lot of time to do it in. You’ve clearly done a great job getting us up and running so far, why don’t you show me where you’ve gotten up to and we’ll see if we can hammer this out together.”

While not exactly thrilled she did appreciate the new chief’s willingness to let her work with him, rather than for him.

“Well, like you I’ve spent the last hour trying to correct the variance in the targeting scanners. I’ve been down to the sensor array and the hardware itself checks out. I’m thinking it’s either a calibration issue in which case we’ll need to reboot the entire array or this interface itself is faulty.” She said hitting the console angrily.

The console began beeping insistently and John tapped a few keys.

“Percussive maintenance.” He said smiling. “Looks like you’ve beaten it into submission. The scanners are aligning.” He said looking up at Cross noticing her looking rather pleased with herself. “Wouldn’t make a habit of it mind.” He said gathering his tools back into the small silver-grey toolbox.

Sliding a PADD off of the top of the panel he pressed a few buttons and sighed.

“We’ve still got to complete a diagnostic of the photon and quantum torpedo launchers, phaser arrays, inventory the armoury lockers on each deck…” John paused for a moment. “Once that’s done schedule a live-fire drill on the phaser range for all security personnel. I’d like to meet our staff and there’s nothing like a bit of healthy competition against the clock to break the ice.”

“I’ll set it up,” Cross said finally breaking a smile. “In the meantime, I’ll get started on the diagnostics”

“And I’ll suppose I’ll go start counting phasers.” John laughed ushering Ensign Cross toward the turbolift.

 

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