Beidh Muid Ag Cur Tús?
Posted on Dec 20, 2016 @ 8:11pm by Lieutenant Cantor Von
Edited on on Dec 20, 2016 @ 8:11pm
Mission: Aftermath
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"Beidh muid ag cur tús?"
(cont'd from "Kassandra Thytos: Not the Federation's Sweetheart" written by the freakishly good author Alix)
- Translation from Irish: "Shall we begin?"
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LOCATION: Senior Officers' Quarters (Deck 2), USS PHOENIX
SD: [2.16]1220.1446
SCENE: Von's Quarters
Cantor Von sat at the center of meter radius of several dozen schematics of the USS PHOENIX surrounding him on all sides. He had put his quarter's replicator to work creating the schematics on paper rather than confiscating a tremendous amount of data PADDs. In his leisure clothes, one hand rested on the thick but rather out-dated carpet he sat on. The other hand traced with its index finger the labyrinthine maze of data transfer conduits across the decks of the massive USS PHOENIX. By any means, this dreadnought of a ship was impressive to behold and terrible to fight against. But it had been put together more of necessity than of design. He recognize the various Dominion components essentially kit-bashed into the vessel's systems for variety of reasons, all with a generous layer of ablative armor slathered all over the place for good measure. It was complex enough to make any engineer sob.
The original description of his position back when the Galaxy-class explorers had kicked off has been "ops manager." In a nutshell, his roll was to make the chaos of the systems arrayed around him in his quarters work at maximum efficiency. To prioritize power, data processing, damage control, crew assignment - and the list went on and on. Coordination with all the department heads was essential. Did the Counselor think this person couldn't be assigned there? Was Sickbay using too much power? Was the Science departments use of the lateral sensor arrays taking away from Tactical's general situational awareness? And he was stuck on the systems integration catastrophe displayed on a variety of papers in a circular pattern around him.
He knew he had to attend meetings with the department heads he had setup as soon as he had gotten his room assignment. He had already met the Captain...
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Scene: Captain's Ready Room
Time Index: Three Hours Ago
"Sir, my orders."
Cantor Von handed Captain Kane his data PADD, making sure with a quick glance that his marching orders were prominently displayed. Ol' Goldeneye glanced over them and placed the PADD on his desk.
The CO gave the slightest of smiles. "So, Mr. Von, we meet again."
The Betazoid nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm surprised that you requested-"
"I didn't," interrupted Kane, that slight smile unchanging. "It was one of the last handful of assignments given out by Secretary Martine prior to her resignation."
**I can't believe-**
"I see," replied Von, taking a deep breath. "My apologies for the inconvenience-"
The PHOENIX's Commanding Officer raised a hand, stopping Von mid-sentence. "It's not your fault, Mr. Von. There were many other decisions that have been more...inconvenient than your assignment. What I did do, however," the CO picked up another PADD from his desk, "was look up your service record." He showed the PADD to Von. "Seven years in the Gamma Quadrant. Seven years aboard a Romulan vessel."
"Yes, sir."
"And you come back finding out that we've had a war with them and that the Federation nearly fell apart under its own internal disputes."
Von nodded. "Yes, sir."
"And now you're made Chief Operations Officer of the PHOENIX, one of the most technologically complex vessels in known space."
"That it is, sir."
Kane eyed the Betazoid, his one gold eye shimmering in the Ready Room's subdued lighting. "Knowing all this, and just now arriving from the ass-end of space, you still want this position?"
Von took a deep breath. "Yes, sir. I think being in bureaucratic limbo for a week was torture - getting back to work matters more than I realized since I returned." He smiled, slightly. "At least that's my take on it. Sir."
Kane looked over the PADD in his hand, then back at Von. He then replaced the PADD on his desk and nodded. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Von."
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Scene: Von's Quarters
Time Index: Present
"So that's where they put the Marine Quarters," Von spoke to himself, his finger stopped on Deck 27 of the secondary hull. Slowly, he drew his finger down to Deck 39. "And that would be the Marine Barracks. Brilliant." He shook his head, and paged through several sheets of schematics to find the EPS conduit routes through the secondary hull. "Okay, that's where it picks up, along with two Dominion repeaters is a typical Dosi configuration," he said out loud, referring to one of the Dominion "member" races and how they typically configured their power distribution nodes. "That will help a lot."
A ping broke up his thoughts, and he picked up the one data PADD that rested on the floor next to him. "He had his first meeting to familiarize himself with the Medical staff. This all would have to wait until later. Getting up, he gingerly stepped over the circular prison of paper and snatched his new uniform form a nearby sofa. Shaking it out (loved that high quality Federation material; it never wrinkled) he quickly shed his civvies and pulled on the mustard colored uniform, taking care to take a quick check in the mirror to make sure everything was as it should be. Testing his breath (and finding it reasonable) he quickly made for door to his quarters, PADD in hand. Reading it, he thumbed through the ship's deck layout.
"Primary Sickbay, Deck 12."
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NRPG: Sorry it's short, all, I just wanted to get a post out!
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Marko J. Sertic
aka
Lt. Cantor Von
Chief Operations Officer
USS PHOENIX
