Posted by Lieutenant Commander Riley O’Nell (Chief Engineer Officer) in Main Sim - Heading to the colony

Posted by Captain Alex Becket (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Heading to the colony

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alex Cross (Chief Counselor) in Main Sim - Heading to the colony
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Becket stepped onto the bridge with calm authority, the soft hum of the warp core vibrating beneath the deck plates. The low murmur of officers at their stations quieted almost instantly as he made his way toward the center chair. He adjusted the cuffs of his uniform tunic, gave a brief glance toward the viewscreen where the stars drifted lazily past, and then lowered himself into the captain’s chair.

He didn’t just sit — he settled in with purpose.

Resting one elbow lightly on the armrest, he activated the chair’s console with a smooth tap of his fingers. Streams of data flickered to life across the small display: engine output stable, shields holding at full integrity, long-range sensors sweeping the surrounding sector. He leaned forward slightly, studying the readouts before reclining back into the seat, steepling his fingers beneath his chin for a moment of thought.

“Status report from all departments,” he said evenly, his voice carrying across the bridge without needing to be raised.

As the operations officer began relaying figures, Becket’s eyes shifted toward the tactical station, then to science, silently gauging the readiness of his crew. He gave a small nod of approval before tapping his console again.

=/\= Bridge to shuttle bay, status report on the cargo. =/\=

He watched the comm panel blink as the channel opened, drumming his fingers once against the armrest while waiting for the response. Turning his head slightly, he met the gaze of his First Officer and gave a confident nod — a silent signal that everything was proceeding as expected.

Then he straightened in his chair, hands resting firmly on the armrests, eyes forward toward the viewscreen.

“Let’s stay sharp,” he added quietly, his tone calm but unmistakably commanding.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Shinichi stood on the bridge, PaDD in hand, as the Captain came and took his seat. Yoshida rarely took the center seat. When he was manning the bridge, he was often on his feet, bouncing between each station. Currently, he was looking over the status of the onboarding cargo. Lt. Grant, being Chief of Operations, had been placed in charge of the ship’s cargo and manifest. Shinichi was ready for this to be a routine and by the book supply delivery. The Ark Angel had a reputation of being one of the best ships in the fleet, and he would do his utmost to maintain it.

He caught the Captain’s eye and returned the nod before walking over to where he sat. “All seem to be running smoothly, Captain.” He said, “When we arrive, I’m sure you’ll be meeting with the colony leader, so I will take over assigning tasks to our teams. We should not experience any difficulties, sir.”

Commander Yoshida
Executive Officer

He looked over and caught his first officer’s eye back. “Very good Number One. What is the current status of the loading of the cargo being on board?” He asked with a smile that he knows that this will be the most simple mission that Command has given them.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

While Yoshida had an idea of the current status from his PaDD reports, he thought he’d have Lt. Grant be able to give an update on her progress. Straight from the horse’s mouth, as they say. Yoshida’s voice went out over the comm to the cargo bay, =/\=Lt. Grant, do you have a status report on the cargo load?=/\=

Commander Yoshida
Executive Officer

Reports just as asked soon came in from each one of the large cargo holds on the Ark Angel as well as the expanded cargo bay module suites. Everything from each of the NE’s in those areas came back in the green to Lt. Grant that things were authorized, and secured to the letter.

Once the order was given by the Captain the Ark Angel soon debarked from her moorings and was on route for the colony region. The trip there would take a few days, but as they would soon find it would be a peaceful one, with no real issues drawing their attention either from within or without related to their mission.

OOC: I’ll start an arrival thread later tonight at the colony in the mean time any side sims can happen pre-arrival from leaving dock till just a few hours before arrival

GM CockRoach

OOC: Thanks CockRoach. Appreciate it my man.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Cross had finished up with his counseling sessions and found time to make it to the bridge as the AA was preparing for debarking.
“The crew is ready and eager, Captain.” He says as he took his seat beside the Captain.

Counselor Alex Cross

“Fantastic. Helm go to warp 5.” He said to the counselor smiling then looked at the Helmsman to go to warp 5.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

O’Nell was under one of the brige consoles getting it to work again replacing the main console wiring was working but he was almost done.

Lt. Commander Riley O’Nell (CE)

Wyatt sat alone at the narrow metal desk bolted to the wall of his quarters, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers moving in a steady rhythm across the glowing surface of his data pad. The soft blue light reflected against his face, highlighting the faint crease between his brows. Beyond the wide viewport, stars streaked past in brilliant lines of white and silver, the ship cutting cleanly through the dark like a needle through black silk. Every so often, a distant planet would drift into view—just a sphere of color and shadow—before slipping away again into the endless expanse.

He paused, glancing up from the half-finished report. Out there, somewhere among those distant systems, life was unfolding in ways he couldn’t even imagine. On some world, maybe it was morning, twin suns rising over fields of violet grass. On another, perhaps neon-lit cities were just coming alive as night fell. Families gathering for meals. Traders arguing prices in crowded markets. Someone staring up at the sky, maybe even looking at the same stars he was, wondering who else was out there.

The thought lingered longer than he meant it to.

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear and exhaled softly before lowering his gaze back to the screen. The cursor blinked impatiently at the end of the sentence. He resumed typing.

Incident Summary: Altercation between two cargo technicians in loading bay three. Cause: disputed inventory discrepancy.

He resisted the urge to sigh. Breaking up fights was one thing—he was good at that. Quick assessment. Calm voice. Firm presence. Most disputes burned hot and faded fast once someone stepped in. This one had been no different. Raised voices, a shove, a crate knocked over. He’d separated them before it escalated further. Luckily, no one had been seriously hurt. A few bruised egos, a scraped knuckle, and some embarrassed apologies after tempers cooled.

The paperwork, though—that was the part he dreaded. Forms, timestamps, witness statements, procedural references. It wasn’t dangerous or exciting. It didn’t make a good story later. It was just… necessary.

He’d put it off for three days already.

Now the report was nearly finished. He scrolled back through the document, scanning for errors. His eyes drifted again to the viewport. The stars looked calmer now, almost peaceful. Out there, conflicts were happening on a scale far larger than a scuffle in a cargo bay. Political tensions. Border disputes. Wars, even. And here he was documenting a disagreement over mislabeled supply crates.

Still, he reminded himself, small things mattered. Order mattered. If he didn’t step in, if he didn’t file the report, small things could grow into bigger ones. Resentment had a way of spreading when left unchecked.

He flexed his fingers and typed the final lines, attaching the witness statements and security stills. With a final tap, he submitted the report to command. The screen dimmed, the task complete.

For a moment, he simply sat there, listening to the faint hum of the ship’s engines vibrating through the walls. The universe outside was vast and unknowable, full of lives and stories he would never see. But in this small corner of it, on this ship cutting through the dark, he had done his part.

Wyatt leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes rest on the stars a little longer before finally powering down the data pad for the night.

Ensign Wyatt Blackford

Security Junior Officer

U.S.S. Ark Angel