Posted by Captain Cypress Elliot (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Gamemaster The Pharmacist (GMT) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Captain Cypress Elliot (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge
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The bridge was bustling as crewmembers prepared for their departure. Each person was carrying out their duties efficiently, making sure that they would be able to depart as quickly as possible. Word had started to spread about the nature of their mission and there were mixed emotions as the seriousness of the task settled in, even among the non medical crewmembers.

NEs Moran and Heacock were at several auxiliary stations at the back of the bridge going through some minor checklists and trying to stay out of the way of the more important people on the ship.

“So what do you know about this place we’re going anyway,” NE Moran asked as they tapped a few commands into their console, “Kessa or something?”

“Peshka III,” NE Heacock responded. He tapped a few commands on his own terminal and the small viewscreen showed an image of a planet. “I was looking at it earlier. I guess it’s some kind of archaeological science colony.”

NE Moran glanced briefly at the screen, “Oh like dinosaurs? I like those things a lot. You know I used to go to this museum back home all the time with my family to look at their bones. They’re so cool.”

NE Heacock chuckled a little, “I don’t think this is dinosaurs, you know that’s really more paleontology. Archaeology is studying civilizations, I think. Anyway, I didn’t have enough clearance to see what they are actually studying, I bet that means it’s something pretty cool. But, anyway, I heard there’s some kind of disease that is affecting everybody. We might land the ship!”

“Land the ship in the middle of a disease infested colony?” NE Moran muttered some things to herself as she went about her checklist. “I knew I should have put in for a transfer. These medical types are almost as crazy as security officers.”

The Pharmacist - GM

As members of the bridge crew bustled around making final preparations to leave for Peshka III, Captain Elliot sat in the center seat reviewing reports as they came in. Looking at the time, she saw it was 23:18 which left them 42 minutes to finish.

OOC: how long for the trip?

CO Cypress Elliot
USS Ogawa

OOC: Travel time from SB 157 to Peshka system will be about 12 hours at maximum warp.

The Pharmacist

As the clock neared midnight, each department reported to the bridge on their readiness and compliment. All officers had returned from the star base and all supplies had been brought on board.

Still seated in the center seat, Elliot signaled she wanted a ship wide broadcast. =/\=Attention crew, this is your Captain speaking. We will be departing SB 157 in the next few minutes. Make sure all supplies have been stowed. All personnel that can, should get some sleep. The trip to Peshka III will take approximately 12 hours at maximum warp and we’re going to have to hit the ground running. Elliot, out.=/\=

The open frequency was closed and she looked at the officer at the helm. “Set a course for Peshka III and engage once you are green across the board.” She should take the opportunity to rest in her quarters because once they got to the planet there was no telling how long it would be before there would be a chance to rest again. Instead of heading to her room, Cypress left the bridge and headed to her office where a couch awaited her.

CO Cypress Elliot
USS Ogawa

The helm officer dutifully entered the coordinates for Peshka III as the captain had ordered. Final supplies were moved over from the starbase and one by one the various departments reported in their readiness for the mission. Once they had received word from the last department the helm officer tapped the command sequence to disengage the docking ports and reversed out on thruster power. Bringing the ship about they smoothly maneuvered to a safe distance and tapped a final sequence. Those on the bridge saw the familiar sight of the starfield blurring on the main viewscreen as the ship jumped to warp.

The helm officer turned back toward the captain, “We are on our way, captain. Time to Peshka III is 11 hours and 53 minutes.”

With that announcement, the bridge officers settled in to monitor their trip. In less than 12 hours they would arrive, but what they would find was anyone’s guess. Hopefully, it would be in time to figure out what this disease was and save the remaining colonists.

The Pharmacist