DAY 01: Rejuvenation [0900 hrs.]
DAY 01: Rejuvenation [0900 hrs.]
Captain's Log, Stardate 57505.29. In the wake of the battle, repairs lasted long into the night, and the gamma shift continued where the rest of the crew had to cease for sake of rest and sleep. Now begins a time of mourning and rebuilding whatever morale the crew had left before the Calamity began its hunt, and the Harbinger fought by our side. Still, some crew are missing, spread across light-years of distance between here and the Class-9 nebula from whence we came, but we will be launching rescue operations by 1200 hrs.
In this aftermath, I realise that when loosing people, arguably the most difficult and yet most important task for an officer is to find their replacement. As disrespectful as it might seem to those we have lost, it is not only the ship that needs repairs, but also our chain-of-command. If we wouldn't, we would remain unprepared for whatever may happen next, when we set a new course.
- Captain Ives, Commanding Officer of the USS Theurgy
[ Carrigan Trent | Bridge | Deck 01 ] Attn: All
Morning had come entirely too quickly for Trent. But on this morning, it was not because of excessive consumption the night before, it was because he hadn't had nearly enough time to sleep off the exhaustion of the previous day. And not to mention just how sore he was still. It had been a long time since he'd last driven himself this hard and it showed in the gingerly manner he rolled out of bed and proceeded for his second shower in less than eight hours.
And following breakfast and the better part of a whole pot of coffee later, he found himself back on the Bridge at the Tactical station. By the time he had crawled into bed the previous night, he was still without specific instructions as to what he ought to be doing with his time, and based on their situation and his own judgement, he thought it best to put his Intelligence functions on the back burner until such a time as there would be enough bridge-qualified tactical personnel to allow him to not have to man the console at least one watch per day, in addition to being the acting department head until he could find someone capable of running it. And part of that work was to work with some of his more experienced personnel and assessing their aptitude to working the primary console instead of simply working at their more localized positions. And that morning, he had a Petty Officer Arisaka with him and he was sincerely hoping the man would have what it took to move up from phaser control to the Bridge.
As his trainee was going through the sequences of bringing the ship to red alert for the fourth time, Trent surveyed the rest of the personnel on the Bridge. Given the intense workload, he would hardly have expected all the stations to be manned by heads of departments. Especially Master Chief O'Connell, who would most likely far prefer being down in Engineering directing repairs directly instead of doing so via a panel. Or Stark, who probably had her hands beyond full with managing the priorities of repairs and resource allocations. And despite their current immobility, Chief S'ithi was at the helm and Lieutenant Tovarek was bent over his own console, probably reviewing the take from every passive sensor Theurgy was currently operating. In the central chair was sitting Lieutenant Commander Wenn, a most logical choice to hold command as there yet might be pockets of mutineers concealed about the ship and of the Captain and the Executive Officer there were no traces. Granted, Theurgy was not in movement and they had withdrawn away from the protostar's immediate vicinity to ease the strain on their shields and hull and they were trying quite hard to appear to be a hole in space while they were conducting repairs sufficient to become mission-capable once more, and getting those members of the crew who had been injured or brainwashed back on their feet. And until both criteria would be met, they were most likely not going anywhere.
But when the door to Captain Ives' Ready Room hissed open to admit both the ship's commanding officer and her right hand, the low-level hum of the crew working at their stations and speaking amongst themselves in low tones remained undisturbed until the Bridge security crewman, a recent change based on the events of the previous day, snapped to attention and before he could speak, a red-garbed Thea looked away from the Support Systems panel and she engaged in a practice many a starship commander, including Trent when he had his own captaincy, made a point to put an end to by way of a standing order. Indeed, the hologram spoke, barely above a normal conversational level. "Captain on the Bridge."