Posted by Ensign Amber Josen (Communications Officer) in Pre sim-Bridge

Posted by Ensign Amber Josen (Communications Officer) in Pre sim-Bridge

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Kohana Black Wolf (Helmsman) in Pre sim-Bridge
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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As she sat, the doors opened again and yet another figure came in. He looked around and smiled, and then saw the woman at the Comms station. “Um, hello. I am Lieutenant JG Myasnikov. The new Navigator.” His words were friendly, and a thick Russian accent was more than noticable. He walked over and extended his hand, and then noticed the body on the floor under the Helm controls. With a grin, he said to the figure on the deck “I really hope the diagnosis isnt serious!”

Myasnikov, Navigator

Amber smiled and took the offered hand. “Ensign Amber Josen, Comms… pleasure.” She rose up out of her chair to look over the Captain’s see to see the guy on the floor. “Oh, hello…” she said in surprise. “Well, good thing I’m not security, huh? I didn’t even see them down there.” she stood up the rest of the way.

Kohana had been so intent on his work that he hadn’t heard the other two enter. When he realized others were on the bridge, he figured it was other technicians making some final adjustments to the various consoles

“Hey you… legs… yeah, you under helm control. Wanna say hi?” She was laughing to let him know it wasn’t a superior come to chew him out.

Ensign Amber Josen
Comms

Realizing, she was talking to him, the helmsman slid out from underneath the console and brushed himself off. When he was on duty, Kohana’s long, black hair was normally pulled back into a long braid. Now however, it fell loosely across his shoulders and back. He threw his head back to get the hair out of his face. His skin was naturally brown, as if he had spent most of his life in the sun. His dark brown eyes took in the other two as he noticed the braids on their sleeves.

He stood up straighter, and addressed the officers. Begging your pardon, Leiutenant. ensign. I’m Chief Black Wolf. Head of Flight Control. I wasn’t aware that any of the commissioned officers were on board. I hope someone was there to welcome you?”

CPO Black Wolf (helm)

Another swish of the doors opening and closing again. A man with silver wired glasses, black hair and moustache and wearing a short sleeved blue Uniform stood. There was no braiding signifying rank on this uniform variant. He took in the people standing, then said gruffly, “Gathering on the bridge is it?” He smiled before stepping down into the area by the captains chair.

“Paul Hudson.” He said by way of introduction and offered a hand to those present in turn. “You can call me Doc.”

Doc Hudson
CMO
Ooc: altering slightly to fix the split. Sorry!

Almost as soon as the Doc had made his introduction, the doors slid smoothly open once again, this time to reveal a tall, slender woman in engineering red. Her pointed eyebrows and ears identified her immediately as a Vulcan, her temperament confirmed it beyond all reasonable doubt.

Marching immediately to the centre of the bridge, the woman began pulling at the hem of her very short skirt as she walked. “These uniforms are completely illogical. This dress would be more practical for an Orion dancing girl than it would for an engineer such as myself. I can not even begin to imagine how I am to traverse jefferies tubes without damaging such thin fabric. And these boots do not seem optimal for twelve-hour shifts on the engineering deck.”

• T’Pria (Chief Engineer)

Amber smiled at the Engineer Chief. “You have jumpers you can wear during work. These are more like formal uniforms. Even I have a single jumper for everyday wear. They should be in your quarters in the lockers.”

“Jumpers?” the Vulcan queried, momentarily mystified by the other woman’s slang, before quickly clarifying for herself, “I take it you mean jumpsuits. Well, they shall be welcome indeed once we begin our duties.”

If it had been choreographed it still wouldn’t have been as funny. Amber leaned on her console and spoke into the pause. “Well, I was gonna speak but folks keep walking in.” She nodded to the helm Chief first. “Relax Chief, the uniform is in case I have to run off ship for something. Easier and faster when in a uniform. And I don’t think anyone else here minds if we are in civvies till we get the Captain’s word we are officially no longer in dry dock. Once that happens, then we’ll worry about formalities. Till then…” She glanced at the others and smiled.

“Let’s try introductions once more. I’m Amber Josen, Comms…” She then introduced those she knew, “This is Chief Blackwell, our helmsman. And this is Myasnikov, our Navigator… Doc, you came in last, so we know you… that leaves…” Amber glanced at T’Pria to let them introduce themselves.

Amber
Comms

T’Pria’s eyes travelled from one person to the next, scrutinizing each in turn, before bowing her head and then stating, “I am T’Pr…”
However, before she could complete her introduction…

Had there been someone having to manually open and close the doors that led to the bridge, they would probably have been rather irate by now, as for the umpteenth time, someone stepped up to them and caused them to open. Stepping through, still dressed in her white sneakers, blue capris and green halter tank top, Quinn surveyed the assembled group of individuals. “Woo, party on the bridge!” she thought with so much exuberance that the words escaped from her mouth before she could stop them. Oops… oh well, might as well make the best of it. “So, who’s got the Andorian ale?”

Lt Quinn Phy-Knight
Security Chief

Paul looked around at the newcomer and then looked her foot to head then down again. A quirk in the middle of his eyebrows formed as he tried to place this red haired person. “Starfleet academy, second semester, field medic course. Rock climbing accident, Three broken ribs and a concussion.” He grumbled, almost accusingly.

Doc Hudson
CMO

Kohana nodded and introduced himself to each of the officers in turn. “I haven’t seen this many officers on the this bridge since she was christened, except most of them were admirals..”

“It looks like a lot of new faces on board this time around. I’m sure the captain will give you all an official welcome, let me give you the UNofficial one.”

The CPO stood at attention and spoke. “As about the only holdover from her shakedown cruise, sirs, welcome to the USS Sentinel!”

CPO Black Wolf (Helm)

As the latest person entered, she laughed. “Well… I guess this ‘is’ the most exciting place on the ship. Although, I guess this is the last chance we’ll get to come up here without a valid excuse, huh?” Being Comms, she knew she would be here more often than her quarters, but she was curious about the rest. Just how many people other than Command Staff actually were up here on a regular basis?

Ens Amber Josen
Comms

“Thank you,” T’Pria replied to the CPO, before moving quickly to the engineering station and, with her back now to the gathered crew, she occupied herself fully with examining every button and panel on the workbench.

T’Pria (Chief Engineer)

((fixed the thread… apparently myself and T’Pria posted at the same time… follow this leg … ))

OOC: Just correcting a couple of typos from my post above. –Terry