Getting out of dock

Posted on Sun Jan 2nd, 2022 @ 11:37am by Captain Steven Bond & Lieutenant JG April Collins & Lieutenant Commander T'Sal & Lieutenant Commander Aaron Marcus & Lieutenant JG Moriah Ama & Ensign Hunter Mitchell
Edited on on Sun Jan 2nd, 2022 @ 11:38am

Mission: S1, E0: We need each other.
Location: Bridge
Timeline: MD003 0800 hrs
666 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

Steven walked onto the bridge of the USS Lexington. The crew was ready to go. Steven noticed that his first officer was already on the bridge. "Number One, please tell me that you have not been on the bridge all night?" Steven asked with a big grin on his face.

T’Sal looked at him for a moment. “I have not been here the entire night, Captain.” She replied with a serious look. It was true she had not.

Steven just grinned, he knew she had not been on the bridge the entire night, they just had a morning briefing at 0700 hours. He was trying to be comical for the sake of the crew.

He took a moment then continued on. "All departments ready to go, Number One?" Steven asked, as he started to head towards the command chair.

“Yes Captain.” T’Sal replied. “All departments are prepared to leave the station.” She had made certain everything was in order before the briefing earlier.

"Now that formalities are out of the way, Miss Collins fire up the engines. Let's get ready to leave this place. Coordinate with Miss Ama." Steven suggested, with a big grin on his face. He had April operating the operations station and navigation station for the launch.

"Aye Captain, coordinating with Helm and Engineering now." April said, with a big grin. She was happy she got to pilot the USS Lexington out of space dock. "Ma'am engines are being prepped for launch." April said, as she looked over to Moriah Ama.

"Don't rush them," Moriah replied, voice somewhat muffled by her focus on her station's readouts. "Regulations call for thrusters within the Starbase 1 traffic corridor." Impulse and warp engines were the proverbial celebrities of a ship's capacity for motion, yet its thrusters were key to maneuverability at any speed, and she wanted to test their effectiveness. She turned her head slightly. "Permission to initiate departure vector on them?"

"Granted and please Lieutenant, take the lead." Steven said, with a big grin on his face, allowing Lieutenant Ama to take the lead on their disembarkation. He rose from his chair and offered his command chair. He wanted to see what she was capable of.

"No pressure." April said, with a big grin on her face. Deep down, she was a little envious that the Lieutenant was getting a chance to take the center seat.

Moriah froze, her mind slow to process Bond having ceded the conn to her on account of her headlong focus on the helm. A more committed glance aft confirmed her subconscious grasp of the situation.

"Same to you," she muttered after her gaze shifted to Collins. A small smirk broke Moriah's contemplative mien: if she accepted the conn, their department hierarchy obligated the young navigator to helm in her stead. She consequently stood to bear the limelight as well, which Moriah addressed by adding, "Unless you want me to call up someone else to steer."

"The chair is all yours." April said, with a big grin on her face. She did not want to take the risk of scratching the paint, on her first run out in the command chair. She had a little snark in her tone that matched the big grin on her face.

"Wheel's yours, then," replied Moriah, having made way to standing beside the command chair.

Aaron was in Sick Bay. He never fully understood what all the pomp and circumstance was over the launch of a ship. It was just something else taking away from working on what could really benefit the human race, in his opinion. He reported to the bridge that Sick Bay was ready and would be standing by for the injuries that would inevitably come.

Hunter stood in engineering waiting for the word that they were pulling out of dock. The engines were ready, all the captain had to do was give the word and they would be gone on their five-year mission. He was looking forward, come what may.