Setting up the department on the Vigilance was a bitch of a task and she could feel the discontent of her staff rather strongly. The ship was old, the systems new, Engineering was still ironing out the kinks, snags and outright just plain not working. They had been working long shifts, not much breaks and too many people who were in too few square metres of space. "Lt . I expect your department ready to regs by 20:00 tonight. It's entirely possible. I did it before."
She could feel the wave of discontent and annoyed response bitten back and kept in check by ranks, though she was doing this for their good. when the shit hit the fan they would thank her how she had busted them to be prepared and have the department ready and able to respond. "Yes Mam. We will be ready for inspection."
Taking the cue to leave, slave driving bitch. They knew she knew what they thought about her, granted compared to his previous ship the Doctor had a solid medical reputation beyond reproach and not just friends in Starfleet HQ. Still he had not been worked to the bone like this since the first year as a academy cadet.
She had not spent too much time in the Wardroom and mostly been too busy to really get a good read on most officers and the crew as a whole. The captain time she had reported to him when presenting her credentials was a real surprise. silent. Sure and Ferengi and others were unreadable but he was so. a Blank wall of nothing. It had thrown the Betazed whom despite her indifference and reputation for such was capable and far from planets best but a little above the curve in regard to ability.
Heading out of the busy medical bay feeling the wall of mental noise reduce, being a telepath had its downsides regardless what others thought of it to her quarters to change into a more presentable one than her work detail one that was dusty, dirty and crumpled. The previous station had somewhat been behind the curve and an older skirt and below knee boot variation remained in regular use after others had swapped and somehow got forgotten about among the sheer scale of the fleet. Changing into her general uniform and previous postings boots. She had been too busy corralling the mess that the USS Vigilance Medical Section into shape to have fully got fitted for all the new gear, especially with the rush to outfit the USS Vigilance no one had time to issue her with everything. Rexa Avurem held tightly to regulations but with all going on has far higher priorities to see to first than footwear. Besides that she had to admit they were more comfortable and supported the ankle better. Why did they change them again?
Ensuring her Uniform was correctly neatened up and general appearance to her high standards. She was an Officer and looking like she just ran to duty 5 minutes after getting up would be rather unprofessional. Plus remind the Male dominated Command she was still a woman, and could rise to join them regardless of Gender. Busy as ever, passing a few crewmen whose minds were on their amorous attentions and not their work detail. Some things were nicer not to know. "Bridge deck."
Commanding the Turbo lift as a few others got in headed on up.
Reaching the bridge, and following the normal pomp and ceremony of the bridge having only been up a few times too busy with her own decks and section, but this situation required a personal visit rather than checking the computer for new orders. She respected the others, friends maybe not, especially those who had faced the Dominion knowing full well their brutality and costing her an eye in the process. One thing did come to mind from the short briefing by Command, refugees meant a lot of work for Medical.
"Bridge wants me, make it quick SGT, what exactly went wrong with the training exercise?"
The large muscular Major was not quite in the same stage as some of the ship's other departments. He had already packed and loaded and just was a matter of stowage from crates to racks and cargo bays. The time spent planet side preparing was paying off dividends. "Sir. Three Marines injured, one Corporal. Minor. few sprains and such stress injuries. Medical put them on light duty for 2 days and some pain killers, overdid it trying to best Captains time on the assault course Major."
Marines, love em or hate em they never did anything by half, it was everything or nothing. "That explains the memo from the lt commander Avurem. Carry on SGT, Tell your men to ease up in future and not to repeat it. Dismissed."
Returning the Salute and heading to the bridge to find out what was so important a Marine had to attend the bridge, It was Fleet country.
Compared to most problems on his plate that day, the issue was minor and ending up with Lt commander Rexa Avurem treating? That was a lesson enough not to be idiots. The Betazed was not exactly easy to get on with but scuttlebutt had only confirmed her solid medical reputation and confirmed she was half his size but not one to tangle with if it could be avoided. The Security officer he had met a few times and could not find a more solid Officer in that regard. He was a consummate professional and driven hard. Joint security drills would be tough but a good challenge for his men and women needed to maintain the sharp edge he had worked hard to form.
He knew a Marine Veteran was among his Fellow Seniors, however he had taken a respectful wait and see position for most parts unsure as to how they would react. They had left the Corps due to injury and some were glad to spend time among their old comrades, others preferred to avoid and not remember what they lost. Let them come to them if they so choose. A Marine even in blue Fleet uniform would always be welcome among their own.
Reaching the Bridge as a single tower of green in the mass of blue marked by various stripes and rank markings, Navel always had their traditions and held them older than Starfleet, even older than an united Earth. Captain was quiet, normal for a Vulcan but solid. Medal of Honour, battle awards, burns. He was a real deal frontline captain with the knocks to prove it. Mission briefing, this he gave his full attention and noticed the Medical Officer gave a similar expression. Refugee crisis meant it would not be a quiet tour for his unit if things really went bad. Almost all the senior members of Crew knew what a war was like, quite a few were decorated for valour. These officers at least he could respect.
Lieutenant Commander O'Sullivan had probably spent more time consulting with Engineering in a short time than an entire tour in his previous duties. The Sensors had taken a small miracle to get everything to state it was in. The whole ship was new In her systems but laid down before the war. New but untested and the bugs were taking time to iron out. The Chief Engineer had his every sympathy having to get this vessel into fighting condition though. He already had spent several hours with his body in a Jeffries tube with an engineer getting the long range senor array to his satisfaction. His work uniform might be fit for burning not washing after having to go into a old part of the ship to find the master relay junction.
Keeping his views quiet, and mostly observing. He had learned it was better to get lay of the land before you stood out too much, a wise approach when he intended to keep a clean record and retirement. Besides the USS Vigilance and her quirks had kept him busy without needing to worry about that. It was clear why he was chosen in part for this group, his treatise on the entire mystery of the Vulcan divide, flight, founding of the Empire, timeline and the linked timelines of devastation of so many worlds all around a similar time frame. Now that it had made friends in some areas, no one wanted to be proven wrong and have to admit their greatest scholars were incorrect, by an outsider no less. "Any updates Sensor Chief? The targeting sensors are adjusted, tell Tactical they pass, not perfect but we do not have the time to bring everything to peak, and I'd rather get all systems working and stable first."
The crew here where a real jumble, a mix of old veterans, recruits straight out academy and a few volunteers, old hands from the reserves whom had more years in space than the newbies had alive. "No change on most sir. bit of chatter out in space, regular traffic, nothing of any real note. The new recruits need some seasoning, we got eye on a few, but no issues so far. May I ask Sir, Is the situation bad as the news casts are saying?"
The Sensor Chief had a good few years in the service though his posting had kept him out of the worst of the war, an early warning station near Earth system which was established to provide warning of a Dominion invasion. Thankfully bar a few deep space raiders and so, it was a quiet posting. "Good, expect assignments to be fully confirmed in a few days once got a measure of them. Chief, that's a difficult question. There's a lot of Unknowns, we have a lot of educated guesses and not so many hard facts. Now with loss of the Home worlds, the structures are beheaded but its limbs remain, so full repercussions may not be felt for months or years.
I'd advise the Treatise by Sulan, Empire of the Twin Wolves, its one of the more respected and also much quicker and easier overviews to understand than the Vulcan texts, also less dry by light years. Should put everything in better context."
Thinking back he remembered how bad some of the Vulcan texts could be, bad even for there academia on the whole, if someone asked it was no problem to suggest some texts to help understand and reduce wild theory's going round then it was worth a few minutes now than mouth more later on. "Lieutenant Commander O'Sullivan please report to the bridge. Comms Out"
That was his cue, receiving a respectful response from the Chief, Senior enlisted where the backbone of Starfleet, that was drummed hard into him by his first tour in deep space. getting their respect and a bit of goodwill made your job a lot easier in the long run.
Reaching the Bridge after a few minutes to make uniform presentable for the Captain, it paid to make a decent impression, plus there was an old yet ever present expectation that Officers had to set the standards for those under them, They did not trust you with life, if you could not be bothered to look after something as small as your uniform. Following the expected traditions of the captain on bridge on auto pilot, it was drilled hard into you in the academy so much so, it was a reflex.
it was the first time he had really seen the whole staff gathered in one place in past few weeks, The imposing Marine had inches and pounds on almost everyone else, the Security chief was tough, knowing his species they had body to back it up, quad heart system and a range of atmosphere tolerance exceeding most of the crew. Captain was an enigma, even for a Vulcan, a war hero, though there was something about him, yet no one could ever put their finger on it. Doctor he had met years before, and the grumbles. Tight ship, but given lives rested on her so directly, you could appreciate somewhat how she came to be so. Tactical, Engineering, Xo looked like he might be able to match Major in gym, even with a size disadvantage. Solid as a dreadnought.
Then came what he had been expecting in some respects for a while, confirmation of the crisis and reading between the lines, they were headed to the border.
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