Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in New Sim: Bridge (att CO)
It was a seemingly quiet night on the bridge of the Constellation, the odd stellar fog, a stray comet needing a quick nudge out of the way of a pre-warp planet but other than that, pretty boring.

Ensign Bob was fighting fatigue at the comm panel, his late night escapades from the previous evening had caught up to him and he wished for the life of him he could remember where that Llama had come from…

Bob gazed off into the distance, a mug of hot coffee kept threatening to spill as he fought to stay awake. He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to remember the girl’s name from last night that had been making eyes at him at the bar.

As he was lost in his sleepy thoughts, a loud buzz came through on his panel, alerting him to a message coming through from Star-Fleet. He jumped as the console in front of him chirped and proceeded to spill the entire contents of his scalding hot drink into his crotch. Yelping in pain he leapt up and started doing something akin to an Irish Jig whilst he pressed the alert to see the message details. It was a message from Admiral Ramirez for Captain Johnson. Moving on to a sidestepping crab impression away from the dripping wet seat and console, Bob pressed his communicator.

=^= …aah…Ensign um Bob…ouch…to Cap…Captain Johnson…yowch! =^= he spluttered as he tried to shake some of the still piping hot liquid off his pants. =^= …uuh…message from…ow…Admiral Ramirez…mummy! =^= he squealed as a scalding hot trickle went down the back of his leg.

• Mother Hen (GM)

Meanwhile, in the ready room Captain Johnson, who was sat on a small sofa in the corner of the room, was working on a plethora of department evaluation reports. Picking up a cup and saucer from the table Chris began to sip the tepid Earl Grey contents savouring the taste for a second before consuming the mouthful. Along with a PaDD that he had just signed off on he returned the cup and saucer to the small table.

Following the noise of the cup and saucer that had been placed on the table, the room fell silent. That was until the silence was broken by the voice of an eager Ensign. =^= This is the Captain, I am on my way from the ready room. =^=

Rising to his feet, Chris straightened his red command uniform and exited the ready room and made his way onto the bridge. Sitting down in the centre chair he looked towards the Ensign who was for unknown reasons set next to his station and not at it and spoke in a clear concise manner. “Put it through here please” came the simple sentence.

Chris Johnson, Captain