Crash Sailed

Posted on Tue Oct 15th, 2019 @ 11:09am by Lieutenant Treyla Solwick & Lieutenant Commander Leopold Connolly & Lieutenant Izaro Solwick

Mission: Aut Vincere Aut Mori
Location: USS Coulson
Timeline: Mission Day 1, 1100 (Galactic Standard Time)

Leo broke into a sharp run down the corridor after the doors to the Command Center closed and General Mitchell's edict had been delivered with an urgency that he had never heard before. Reaching a turbolift, he slid inside its waiting doors and narrowly avoided slamming into the bulkhead, receiving bemused looks from two Ensigns who clambered out of the way to avoid him.

"Computer, what is the location of the USS Coulson?" he inquired.

The computer beeped and responded. "The USS Coulson is currently docked in Berthing Three, Section Bravo."

Leo smirked slightly. "Computer, Priority Override. Destination0 Berthing Three, Section Bravo. Authorization Connolly-Sigma-Two-Five." With an affirmative beep, the lift shot downward, making all of their occupants grab onto the handrail to keep themselves firmly anchored to the deck as the lift engaged emergency speeds. Then, as quickly as it had started, the lift slid to a stop and the doors slid open to reveal a massive glass viewport that shielded them from the massive Atlantia Class vessel in the docking bay. She had beautiful nacelles and a streamlined appearance that reminded Leo of a hammerhead shark with the power to match. Walking down the corridor toward the docking umbilical on the aft brow, he cleared the doors and entered into an area that he quickly recognized as the quarterdeck. An enlisted crewman in a dress uniform was manning the console. Seeing Leo's collar, he snapped to attention, his heels clicking together.

Leo stopped and saluted quickly. "Lieutenant Commander Connolly requesting permission to come aboard," he said quickly.

The crewman snapped off a quick salute. "Sir, Permission granted. Welcome aboard."

Leo dropped his hand. "Thank you, Crewman." he said, sliding past the deck and walking towards the turbolift.

============== 10 Minutes Later ==============

Leo walked out of the turbolift and onto the bridge. Looking around, he saw a tall and lanky Lieutenant giving orders to the various technicians and junior officers. Walking over, he addressed the now junior officer. "Lieutenant, I'm Commander Connolly. What's our status?" he asked.

"Lieutenant Ford, sir." The man said tersely. "Our status is-" he stopped as he tapped a PADD and scrolled. "-we're undermanned, we barely have enough torpedoes to survive a combat engagement, and our computer's on the fritz-" Cabot's statement was punctuated by a sudden blackout before the bridge lights came back on, this time bathing the bridge in red light as a distorted alert klaxxon activated and then immediately switched to Alert Condition Blue. Turning to his left, Leo caught a glimpse of a junior Operations officer smacking the console with a closed fist and being greeted with a shower of sparks for his trouble before the lights turned back on.

"Well, we're going to have to fix it on the fly, Mr. Cabot. Effective immediately, I've been ordered to take command of the Coulson to respond to a distress call from Hestia's Hearth."

Cabot winced visibly. "Well, I'll be damned. How can they be serious, Commander? This ship can barely fly, let alone fight! How do they expect us to go into that radiation filled hellhole."

Leo's eyes narrowed. "Well, I'd think with some patience and shields. Just get the ship ready to go in two hours, Lieutenant and try to lay off the defeatist attitude on the bridge." he said, trying to muster the confidence of a commanding officer.

"I'm pretty sure, Lieutenant, that this guy can help fix the fritzy computer." Trey said, putting poor Izaro on the spot. She walked over to the man wearing the Lieutenant Commander uniform. She handed him a padd, it was her transfer orders. Another set of orders, her mother had orchestrated. She was really getting upset about her mother. "Lieutenant Trey Solwick, the new Chief of Security and Tactical." She said, as she snapped to the position of attention.

Leave it to Trey to throw him into the middle of things. He held his padd until the lieutenant commander was finished looking at Trey’s and handed his over as well, standing at attention. “Lieutenant Izaro Solwick, your new Chief of Operations. I am ready to jump in and help out, Sir.”

Leo nodded at both of them. "Lieutenant Commander Leopold Connolly, I'll be running the show on this little cruise. Assuming you both heard my previous conversation, I need this ship ready to fly in two hours. Miss Solwick, get those torpedoes loaded and ready. Mister Solwick, see if you can give the computer a jump start. Pull anyone you need- and I mean anyone. Am I clear?" he asked

“Yes Lieutenant Commander!” Izaro relied. “Consider it done, Sir!”

Trey felt a little bad, putting Izaro on the spot. But she could sense, from the man. They were in a hurry to get this ship launched. She knew that Izaro was up for the challenge. She smiled as she answered his orders. "Aye sir, came to work. And there is plenty of it around here."

Leo nodded and took the PADD from Lieutenant Cabot to examine the work priority. Much of this could be accomplished en route to the Hammersley so that would have to be the plan.

"Keep me posted, Mister Solwick. In the meantime, I'll be in Engineering."

Trey could appreciate being busy. It would get her mind off this pregnancy and off her mother. And how much influence she had over her life. Trey was glad there was things that needed to be done. A distraction, was exactly what she needed. She looked over to Izaro, to see what he was going to say.

Izaro went to work as ordered. He loved being thrown right into the fire. Giving the computer a jump start sounded like an easy task. He would do it but it would take a few minutes. He looked over at Trey. “I have a good feeling about this transfer and it’s strong. We better get busy, before he comes back looking for us.”

There was so many ways to interpret that response. But she knew what he meant. They should start working on other projects to keep busy. She wondered, what was happening on the ship they were heading out too. How bad were things over there. Right now, this ship had some minor things to fix, but for the most part. She was a space worthy ship. The scene starts to fade, with them hard at work at their stations on the bridge.