</\> USS Chimera NCC 96899-C - Deck 12 Tactical Centre </\>
It was a bad morning for Commander Mike Levison. His sonic shower had
decided that it would amplify to a far higher frequency than normal,
shattering the mirrors in his quarters before he could deactivate it.
Then his replicator had decided to release a gelatinous compound all
over the floor instead of the coffee he had requested and then to add
insult to injury, the doors to his quarters had decided to only open
halfway. If there were higher beings in the universe, they were
obviously having a great deal of fun at his expense. The cause of
these malfunctions eluded him and he had no desire to investigate
them, late as he was to the Tac Centre. Perhaps the worst of his
troubles that morning was yet to come; inspection by the CO.
Within the bustling chamber, Lieutenant Commander Kilbain was
overseeing the drilling of the department once more and seemed to be
enjoying it immensely. Mike had only had a chance to touch base with
his old friend a couple of times since his arrival aboard but intended
to do so more thoroughly at their earliest opportunity. All that
really mattered though, was the status of his men and women and
whether or not they had improved since the Commander had come on
board. To Mike's mind, they had, thanks in part to a small amount of
coercion and a few shift-swaps between various members of the staff.
"Cee-Tac on deck!" one of the more eager Ensigns called from off to
his right as Levison walked in, drawing a smirk from the veteran
Commander.
"As you were for goodness sake," Mike snorted, waving away the few
that had come to attention, "Mr Kilbain, give me some good news this
morning, please."
"Aye sir, I can do so," Kilbain smiled as well, amused by the staff
around him, "We might... I say 'might'... have a half decent group of
men and women here. Whether or not the Captain will agree is another
matter, but we'll have to wait and see on that. Stealth plating is
also functioning properly from my end, although we've yet to get in
touch with Ops this morning to make sure they concur."
"Excellent work, Greg, nice to have something good to report this
morning," Mike nodded, picking up a status report padd and waiting for
the Captain's arrival.
Rojac didn't keep him waiting long. The doors to the Tactical Centre
slid quickly aside, and the bearded CO walked through. The same eager
ensign announced his arrival.
"Captain on deck!" The room snapped to attention.
"As you were." Rojac said, walking into the room with his hands behind
his back. He found Levison and Kilbain and walked in their direction.
"Gentlemen, how are your mornings going?"
"Very well, thank you sir," Kilbain nodded with a smile before Mike
could speak himself, curtailing the diatribe Levison would normally
have launched into. The full Commander simply nodded and asked in
response: "And yourself, sir?"
"I am operating within acceptable parameters." Rojac said with a wide
smirk. "Do you have a copy of the departmental reports?" Rojac asked.
"Aye sir, here you go," Levison nodded, handing the padd he had been
perusing himself to his new Captain and returning the other man's
smile.
Rojac took the padd and reviewed the findings. "These times are
looking much better." Rojac said, tracing a finger down the list. "You
two have done well with the little time you have had. These men aren't
going to be too worn out to fight, are they?"
"If they get caught napping on the job, I'll be sure to get in touch
with Engineering and give them a few more candidates for plasma
exhaust scrubbing," Mike grinned cheerfully, glancing around at the
withering glares and groans from some of the crew in the room,
"Kidding aside, we'll be ready sir. Just give the word and we'll get
it done."
"I'm sure you will, Commander." Rojac replied. Moments later he
produced a padd and handed it to the CTac. "Commander, these are the
latest long-range sensor scans from Science. They seem to think that
the sensor disturbance we're encountering isn't fully caused by the
natural occurrences in the region, but perhaps via more anomalous
factors or through an artificial source." He looked over to Kilbain.
"You are both rather bright gentlemen, and you have experience dealing
with sensor masking technology. Review the data and tell me what you
It was a bad morning for Commander Mike Levison. His sonic shower had
decided that it would amplify to a far higher frequency than normal,
shattering the mirrors in his quarters before he could deactivate it.
Then his replicator had decided to release a gelatinous compound all
over the floor instead of the coffee he had requested and then to add
insult to injury, the doors to his quarters had decided to only open
halfway. If there were higher beings in the universe, they were
obviously having a great deal of fun at his expense. The cause of
these malfunctions eluded him and he had no desire to investigate
them, late as he was to the Tac Centre. Perhaps the worst of his
troubles that morning was yet to come; inspection by the CO.
Within the bustling chamber, Lieutenant Commander Kilbain was
overseeing the drilling of the department once more and seemed to be
enjoying it immensely. Mike had only had a chance to touch base with
his old friend a couple of times since his arrival aboard but intended
to do so more thoroughly at their earliest opportunity. All that
really mattered though, was the status of his men and women and
whether or not they had improved since the Commander had come on
board. To Mike's mind, they had, thanks in part to a small amount of
coercion and a few shift-swaps between various members of the staff.
"Cee-Tac on deck!" one of the more eager Ensigns called from off to
his right as Levison walked in, drawing a smirk from the veteran
Commander.
"As you were for goodness sake," Mike snorted, waving away the few
that had come to attention, "Mr Kilbain, give me some good news this
morning, please."
"Aye sir, I can do so," Kilbain smiled as well, amused by the staff
around him, "We might... I say 'might'... have a half decent group of
men and women here. Whether or not the Captain will agree is another
matter, but we'll have to wait and see on that. Stealth plating is
also functioning properly from my end, although we've yet to get in
touch with Ops this morning to make sure they concur."
"Excellent work, Greg, nice to have something good to report this
morning," Mike nodded, picking up a status report padd and waiting for
the Captain's arrival.
Rojac didn't keep him waiting long. The doors to the Tactical Centre
slid quickly aside, and the bearded CO walked through. The same eager
ensign announced his arrival.
"Captain on deck!" The room snapped to attention.
"As you were." Rojac said, walking into the room with his hands behind
his back. He found Levison and Kilbain and walked in their direction.
"Gentlemen, how are your mornings going?"
"Very well, thank you sir," Kilbain nodded with a smile before Mike
could speak himself, curtailing the diatribe Levison would normally
have launched into. The full Commander simply nodded and asked in
response: "And yourself, sir?"
"I am operating within acceptable parameters." Rojac said with a wide
smirk. "Do you have a copy of the departmental reports?" Rojac asked.
"Aye sir, here you go," Levison nodded, handing the padd he had been
perusing himself to his new Captain and returning the other man's
smile.
Rojac took the padd and reviewed the findings. "These times are
looking much better." Rojac said, tracing a finger down the list. "You
two have done well with the little time you have had. These men aren't
going to be too worn out to fight, are they?"
"If they get caught napping on the job, I'll be sure to get in touch
with Engineering and give them a few more candidates for plasma
exhaust scrubbing," Mike grinned cheerfully, glancing around at the
withering glares and groans from some of the crew in the room,
"Kidding aside, we'll be ready sir. Just give the word and we'll get
it done."
"I'm sure you will, Commander." Rojac replied. Moments later he
produced a padd and handed it to the CTac. "Commander, these are the
latest long-range sensor scans from Science. They seem to think that
the sensor disturbance we're encountering isn't fully caused by the
natural occurrences in the region, but perhaps via more anomalous
factors or through an artificial source." He looked over to Kilbain.
"You are both rather bright gentlemen, and you have experience dealing
with sensor masking technology. Review the data and tell me what you
before we're neck deep."
"Aye sir, we'll see what we can do... I just hope we can come up withsomething to give us a heads-up," Levison nodded, taking the padd and
passing it across to his friend and colleague. "Can we do anything
else for you?"
"That will be all gentlemen." Rojac said, just have that analysis on my desk
by gametime."
=/\= End Log =/\=
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
&
Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer
&
LtCommander Gregory Kilbain
Deputy Chief Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
