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USS Asimov

Regulations in Uncertain Times - Meeting the Brass (CO, XO) - Bridge

Posted by Captain Sara Kiernan (Commanding Officer) in Regulations in Uncertain Times - Meeting the Brass (CO, XO) - Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) in Regulations in Uncertain Times - Meeting the Brass (CO, XO) - Bridge
The Asimov was rapidly getting under way. Transfer orders coming in at the last minute, crew being shuffled around, to and fro. The bustle of activity almost made the ship vibrate. No less was Miranda abuzz. She hadn’t expected to be shuffled to her new duty posting so quickly. But that was ‘the life’ sometimes. Somebody in charge thought she was meant to be here anyway.

Of course, by now the ship’s systems had documented her arrival. She’d received her berthing orders and even dropped off her things in her new quarters. Mentally, Miranda drifted back to what seemed like yesterday… and a million years ago. A fresh-faced ensign straight out of the academy, with only her academy cruise under her belt. She would have been reporting to her department head. But now? It seemed she’d be responsible for everything aboard the Azzie, tip to tail. No pressure. But at the same time she liked the scrappy little escort class ships, like the Defiant-class, the Avenger-class, and now the Brazen-class. It was a warship, make no mistake. A scrappy little street fighter, a dagger in the dark. That thought made her smile, just for a moment.

As her mind wandered, she tapped her foot as the turbolift took her across the ship. A moment later the lift doors pulled open. On such a small ship as the Brazen didn’t have extensive offices or crew accommodations. Making her way over to the central area she stopped and waited for a break in the activity. When she had it she stepped forward and presented herself to the XO (and the CO if they wanted to weigh in.) “Lieutenant Miranda Martel, reporting for duty. Permission to come aboard?”

Lt Martel

Sara was seated in the center chair. She looked up to Martel with a smile, a bit worse for wear from all the activity. “Permission granted, Lieutenant. Welcome to the Asimov.”

-CO

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