Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Security Officer) in Side sim - Bridge

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Security Officer) in Side sim - Bridge
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Ensign Foster stood staring at the console. Bored completely out of his mind. Sensor reading flashed over the console with little to no change. There was nothing of interest in this area. A gas cloud was interfering with sensors to the port bow but they would clear that shortly. Foster sipped his coffee, the XO sitting in the command chair. There had yet to be a explanation for why the Captain was not in command right now.

As the ship moved in space they began to clear the gas clouds interference. Suddenly the sensors exploded with activity, Foster’s hands swept over the console. He was reading several vessels that appeared to be docked together of a unknown origin, he was also seeing ships from the Ferangi, Klingons, Orions and about a dozen other species. He was so engrossed reading the sensors that he almost forgot to announce the findings to the XO.

Looking up “Commander, we just cleared the gas clouds interference and I am seeing multiple vessels docked off the port bow mid sensor range, im not detecting any hostile activity at this time, maybe they don’t even know that we are here” just as Foster stated that his console blipped, a audio message from a hail =/\= Star Fleet Vessel Welcome to the carnival extravaganza! =/\= the voice was slightly high pitched and extremely excited. Attached to the message were docking instructions.

Foster looked up at the Commander, Fosters voice seemed fairly unsure of himself “uh.... um… Commander we are getting a audio hail with docking instructions attached, uhhh..... what would you like us to do?” This seemed very unusual and slightly concerning to the young Ensign, not much had ever happened while he was on bridge duty.

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GM

Covering the security station during the night shift was a job that Peter had done many times on the Ogawa. He liked the night shift, things were generally quiet at night and it gave one time to think. His security crewmates use to rib him about it but he figured he was just made that way. Probably why he had majored in psychiatry as well as security. He liked to know the whys and wherefore of things not just the reportable facts. He liked puzzles and it looked like they were going to have another one as the ship cleared the gas cloud and Ensign Foster’s cry rang out on the bridge, Peter’s hands flew over his own console.

“Confirmed, sir! I am reading Ferengi, Klingon, Orion, and many other ships. Shields and weapons are not hot.” Peter reported as he read his console.

Cross Sec

And then the sound of a vacuum cleaner began in the back left hand corner of the bridge. Nothing ever happened in night shift, and so Sadie picked this time to do the vacuuming of the bridge. The flashiness of the lights, not to mention the shouted voices drew her out of revelry and she reluctantly closed off her vacuum and approached the crew who were actually on the bridge. The cart into which she had packed her vacuum also carried her tea making facilities and she went to the crew members on the bridge, starting with Lt JG Cross

“Dearie me. Dearie Dearie me. Dearie Dearie Dearie me. Dearie Dearie Dearie Dearie me. Dearie Dearie Dearie Dearie Dearie me. It sounds like you’ve all got a bit of a pickle here. Now, dears with your pickles would you like a tea or coffee? I think that tea is better for you, but I know you Starfleet officer types sometimes prefer your coffee. Why, take Rujo in Engineering, the poor dear drinks coffee almost non stop, and Main Engineering is littered with the empty cups. When I was last dusting down there I said to him, I said Rujo Kiwa, I don’t care if you’re the last Engineer on board, or the last Engineer in Starfleet, all that coffee can’t be good for you. I said that to him dears, and what did he do? He just told me to mind my own business and dropped another empty cup on top of the ones already there. If he’s not careful, he’ll form a new lifeform down there in Engineering.”

Peter stared at the woman with astonishment for a moment and then blinked. Had he entered a madhouse without knowing it? He had heard rumors about the crew of the Constellation but he hadn’t credited them with much substance.

Sadie made a coffee as she spoke, looked Peter up and down, and said, “no sugar for you, dear. And, of course, you’ll take milk with your coffee, won’t you?”

“Ah no, thank you…”Peter said politely.

She opened the portable fridge in her trolley and pulled out a milk container from it. The milk plopped out in a most un-milk fashion and she handed it over to Peter.

“I haven’t seen you around before, have I dear? I’m Sadie and I’m the Cleaning and Tea Lady. I keep the ship spic and span so you can all go ahead and do what you do without the villainy of scum on the main viewer. You wouldn’t want to mistake a patch of grime on the main viewer for a black hole, now would you? Or a real live black hole for grime on the viewer, would you? That would be a big problem. Oh dearie me. Dearie Dearie me. Dearie Dearie Dearie me. Dearie Dearie Dearie Dearie me. …”

-Sadie, the Cleaning & Tea Lady

“Ah…nice to meet you, Sadie. I’m Peter Cross…” Peter blinked again before he snapped his attention back to his panel. A carnival and a batty, old cleaning lady, had he fallen down the rabbit hole?

Cross Sec

During this entire time, Amze had been half asleep, but as the cleaning lady passed by her, she quickly shot wide awake, “WHAT MUTINY? I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT A POISONED SCONE.” When she noticed that she was not being questioned by anyone, she quickly cleared her throat, hoping that no one made the connection between the fact that the Captain was missing, and today was scone day. She quickly waved her hand, “Sure, take us in or whatever, it will be a good distraction until Kron can hide the evidence… I mean until he can finish his dance.”

Amze Ezma (XO)