Posted by Major Krin “Hannibal” Lardel (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Hanger bays and hand grenades

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Braxton Harris (Executive Officer) in Hanger bays and hand grenades

Posted by Lieutenant Rebecca Morrison (Chief Science Officer) in Hanger bays and hand grenades
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Priscilla had arrived the day before, was all checked in and had seen to the morning briefing. There wasn’t much currently happening in the Science Department, so she had decided once everything was settled and everyone was about their business, she would see to her little project.

The young woman had been studying fatigue and space anomalies on ship metals since she could remember. Even as a child, she wondered why space stations didn’t blow apart from the inside from the atmospheric pressure. And she was curious how come some ships made it fine under warp speeds and others didn’t. So when she saw the fighters detach from the hull of the ship that had brought her here, she realized she had another opportunity to study those affects. Fighters weren’t meant for the rigors and speeds of warp. So how had they fared on the hull of the warp speed ship that brought them here?

She had a tricorder in hand, and was walking amongst the various craft in the hanger till she found one that resembled what had come from the transport. A smile of peace was on her face as she hummed and walked around it. Here and there she held out the device to get a scan of the craft. Metal fatigue, space debris, anything the recorder would pick up. She wasn’t touching it… but was extremely close.

Lt Rebecca Morrison
CSO

Braxton noticed something peculiar from the hangar windows and rushed to investigate. “Lieutenant.” he said sharply. “What are you doing?”

Harris, XO

At the same time, the CAG arrived with a pair of Marines. “Same question. And get away from my fighters and let me see that.” and he held out his hand for her scanner. His words were blunt, but his tone flat and professional.

Lardel, CAG

Rebecca had been about to answer the XO when a hand reached for her tricorder, demanding it. Seeing only rank at first, on the large Marine before her, she did as she was told. She glanced to the officer before her, then back to the XO. Unable at this range to see the rank, she erred on the side of betterment and addressed both men as higher ranks they were due.

“Lieutenant Rebecca Morrison,” she stated to the CAG first. “I was merely taking metal fatigue readings from the ships I was able to safely reach within the hangar. I have had hangar safety training and been cleared on my last station. I also was in the hangar on the Behemoth as well.” She was professional and courteous and stood with hands clasped before her as she awaited the responses.

The tricorder would show no classified data, merely the chemical compound makeup of the metal and paint she had scanned as well as the fact it was ‘within normal range, no anomalous readings’.

Lt. Rebecca Morrison
Chief Science Officer