Posted by Lieutenant Commander Serena Stone (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Dashel Jamison (Son of Morak) (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Captain Orvos Legen (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge
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A nervous Ensign hesitantly tapped the comm panel. It was his first day on the bridge, and of course it was the day that a scary looking Admiral would call. Not his office, the Admiral himself!

=^=Ensign Newguy to Captain Legen. Admiral Ramsay on Starbase 151 would like to speak with you. He says it is urgent.=^=

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Captain Orvos Legen was already en route to the bridge when call came through his communicator. The turbolift doors opened and he stepped onto the bridge. Crew members were busying themselves at their respective stations. His eyes met the Ensign’s and he pointed to his ready room. “Patch him in there,” he said as he made no hesitation in stride as he moved into his personal office.

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

At the Tactical station, Dashel had set up the controls to how he liked them. He checked the shields, the phaser banks, the torpedoes, it seemed that all of them were ok. He watched as the Captain entered and crossed the bridge on his way to his ready room. Things were calm at the moment, but given the hail reported by the Ensign to the Captain, he doubted they would remain calm for long, in his experience, it wouldn’t be long before the bananas would be hitting the fan.

Jamison, Dash Jamison, Son of Morak
CTO, USS Athena

Behind the CO followed the leggy athletic redhead XO, exiting the lift. Stormy eyes scanned the bridge. They were still docked of course. Most were still rotated off the ship for R&R or taking care of things ashore. Her gaze landed on Jamison, full of knowing. Admirals didn’t tend to make social calls. It smelled like a orders coming down. And there was no telling how hairy it was going to be.

Finishing her trip to the center seats, she relieved the Ops Chief who re-took their station. “Ensign Newguy.”

The ensign turned to regard her. “Ma’am?”

“Notify all parties on leave or ashore to be on the alert for departure recall.”

The ensign nodded. “Aye, Commander.” Turning back to his station he intoned the orders as he laid them in.

Serena turned her attention to the Ops Chief. “Chief Pusher, let’s make sure we’re loaded up on deuterium and the quartermaster has all supplies aboard. I have a feeling we’re going to need to move quickly. And let’s make sure any personnel transfers are taken care of.”

“Ay-firm. Checking now and bringing the cat in.”

Serena smiled briefly, but put it away just as quick, then dropped into the center seat. Come on, come on, come on. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but … if they had somewhere to be…

Lt. Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

Meanwhile in the Ready Room....

A grizzled old Admiral was already waiting on the screen, Admiral Ramsay. In the background you could see that his office overlooked some sort of command center, with some large detailed maps up on the large screens in the room. There was a planet on the screen behind his left shoulder, the name Wer Beta III could just be made out.

=^=Captain Legen, good. We have a critical situation, and I’m tasking the Athena for support. Are you familiar with Wer Beta III?=^= He asked before just continuing on with a with a wave of his hand. =^=Probably not. They have only in the last 100 years achieved warp travel. Only recently have they started their application to the Federation.=^=

With a few taps off screen, the Admiral’s image shrinks to the top left corner of the screen as an image of the planet shows up on the screen. There are several callouts popping up on the screen describing the planet.

=^=The planet had a temperate climate, and had a booming agricultural economy. However, recently they have been ravaged by storms of increasing strength. They are experiencing major flooding along their coastline. And as part of our ongoing negotiations, have requested Federation emergency aid.=^=

The planet disappears from the screen as Admiral Ramsay’s picture returns to the full screen.

=^=I have already routed supplies to your ship which should arrive within the hour. The usual disaster relief supplies, such as medicine, food, and shelters. Deliver them to Wer Beta III, assist with their recovery efforts, and try to find out what has caused the sudden climate shift.=^=

=^=When you reach the planet, contact Ambassador T’Lorin. She is leading the Federation delegation that is planetside as part of the application process. Additionally Commander Hargreave is ranking Starfleet officer on site. My staff have transmitted any further information we already have on the planet and the population.=^=

Looking off screen again the Admiral just shooed away someone who must have entered his office.

=^=I’m sorry to cut this short Captain, but I have 12 other escalating situations we are dealing with. Do you have any questions I can answer quickly?=^=

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