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“Lieutenants, you are both in serious trouble,” Grace began as she
tried to keep herself calm, she was both enraged and ready to deck both of
them for the stunt they had just pulled.
“Please Sir,” Andy replied.
“Shut up!” Grace interjected as she pulled out her copy of the
Ghost Fleet’s compilations of rule books, “A lot of us higher in the
chain of command like to call this by just the name: The Book. This book
is our life, it details what we must think, it provides us with responses
to situations in which we might be predisposed to make a decision which
could mean the end of our crew. Because of this book, I am able to be a
leader in this Ghost Fleet, without it, I would have succumbed to stress.
This book has made us the fleet with the lowest death ratio in the history
of the Segan Monarchy, and I am sure as hell going to follow it to the
letter. If you want to stay on this ship, you better as hell follow it to
the letter. What this means, is no freaking public romance unless on shore
leave, no freaking public romance in front of my ship’s docking port,
and no freaking romance interfering with your duties aboard this ship. Is
that absolutely crystal clear to you or do I have to go through it
“No Sir,” Karen answered, looking down, “It’s just
“Damn it, I don’t care about your reasons why or why not,”
Grace slammed the padd down on her desk as she looked into Karen’s and
Andy’s eyes, “We are running a military starship here, this isn’t
the Academy. Boy and girl are going to have to act mature aboard my ship.
I know all about your past history, I know about every reason and hidden
reason why you were assigned to this ship. If your romance gets in the way
of this starship’s operations, you’re going to be thrown off this ship
faster that someone call yell “Enemy of The Alliance”. On this boat,
we live by the rules, and we die by the rules and the rules clearly state
that there will be no public display of emotions of love while on duty.
And I repeat myself; this means no public romance on shore leave, no
romance on the docking ports, and no romance interfering with your duties!
“Yes Sir,” Both Karen and Andy looked down meekly demolished by
the speech, all of their youthful confidence eroded with their Captain’s
orders to kill their public display of affections.
“Senior Staff Meeting’s tomorrow at zero eight hundred hours, I
don’t want to hear anything from you two until then,” Grace looked at
both of them as she sat down, “Attention!”
Both officers rose from their seat as quickly as if they had had a
nail poked through them, “Dismissed!” Grace ordered, as she watched
the two disappear out of her ready room.
Andy and Karen looked at one another suggestively as they walked
out of the Captain’s ready room. Several words came to mind as they
looked away from each other and started to think about other things. For
the first time, they could look at their ship’s command center, admiring
the beauty that interlaced with clear functionality. The Captain’s chair
stood supreme in the center of the bridge, the back sections protected by
a metal barrier similar to those you’d find on the promenades of space
stations. From there, to her left were the flight control officer’s
consoles, which were separated from the tactical officer’s console by a
holographic image of the ship analyzing its current status. That
holographic image could at a moment’s noticed be changed by a
holographic communiqué from Command or any other ship with the
capabilities. The Arrhythmia was
a warship and this was highlighted by the location of the tactical
consoles. Staring directly across from the Navigation’s officer, but
taking up the entire side, the tactical consoles stood prominently
displaying analyses of all the nearby vessels detected by the ship, as
well as standard tactical consoles display ship’s weapons status. The
back was taken up primarily by command and operations consoles relegated
to the Executive Officer and the Operations Manager, the position that
Andy would be expected to fulfill.
Andy led Karen to where his chair would be; excusing himself to
what would soon become his subordinate. A wrap-around console displaying
power management’s allocations, general resource allocations, and
mission operations statistics filled his chair. Some of the consoles
displayed currently acquisitions reports, showing the percentage of the
acquisitions request successfully transferred to the Arrhythmia.
Andy smiled; he’d soon be occupying the chair and would soon be the one
analyzing all of the information. Unbeknownst to them, Lieutenant
Commander Cybs Patrickson, the executive officer stared closely at the two
almost uninvited guests of the bridge with amusement. To him, their quiet
and impassioned interest at the Operations Management console could be
almost compared to any officer’s first look at a Clarel Class Heavy
Destroyer. He remembered the breathtaking moment he had had when he had
first seen Arrhythmia pull up to meet her. She seemed so dazzling,
as bots of all sizes flew over her with massive interest. The bots seemed
almost like pests, looking upon, with jealousy, at the lady that was much
grander than they could ever hope to be.
“Lieutenants,” Patrickson stared at the two and allowed them to
see a sympathetic smile, “Don’t you two think you should stop by Sick
Bay and get your physicals in gear? I’m sure you don’t want to visit
the Captain for a second round any time soon, yes?”
Andy awoke from his dazed look
at the consoles as Karen answered, “Aye, sir. Thank you, sir,” Karen
bumped Andy as she walked towards the turbolift.
Andy looked back, meeting Cybs’ gaze who seemed to almost smirk.
He knew that he was dealing with a very different command officer than the
Captain, she was strict and he was relaxed and he knew he would have a lot
of trouble keeping in gear with both, “Sick Bay,” he heard Karen say
as he stepped inside.
Patrickson glanced at the Captain’s Ready Room, thinking that
this crew was going to be a handful. He could already discern that the
scolding, which both Lieutenants had received, had hit them quite hard.
While they had returned to their glances of admiration, those glances had
been cut much shorter than they could have been. But the Commander, having
a Ternascan’s uncanny ability to observe, could already tell the Captain
wasn’t here to make friends, and that this could have problems later on.
It was his job after all, to remind the Captain of her limitations, and
all of this observation would feed into his job. But he knew that loose
interpretations were probably not going to work with this Captain. She was
by the book, and for reasons he neither understood, she was quite set upon
using that book as a bible of operations aboard the Arrhythmia.
Surprising enough to the entire mission was that he had yet received the
mission orders for Arrhythmia mission. It normally arrived the
moment the ship would reach home base, but this was not the case.
Patrickson looked over the navigations officer; Ensign Palladin had yet to
budge from his seat. Patrickson shook his head, not did the Ensign have an
unsatisfactory self-esteem, he was also eager to please.
“Ensign, can you tell me why you are not enjoying shore leave?”
Patrickson looked at Palladin, who immediately turned around.
“I thought I could get in a few hours of work, sir,” He
answered in a tone that almost showed fear.
“Ensign,” Patrickson smirked, “When I was your rank, they’d
had to kill me before I wouldn’t enjoy shore leave. You’re dismissed,
and have some fun!”
“Aye, sir,” Palladin stood up, looking at his console slightly
confused, Cybs looked at the poor Ensign and shook his head.
“You know what, I’m taking you to a bar,” Cybs muttered
things about Ensigns as he led the Ensign to the turbolift, a hiss and the
closing of a door and they were off to enjoy shore leave together.
The Arrhythmia’s docking port was brimming with
activities. Crewmembers were departing with their gear; new crewmembers
were coming in with their own. In the midst of all of this, much of the
acquisitions were going into the ship by hand as well in order to save the
shipyards’ limited energy resources. Careless misuse of the resources
could lead the power-brownouts, which Operations couldn’t have happen,
concerning some of the sensitive things such as computer upgrades were
happening all the time at the shipyards. This left many of the ships’
docking ports all throughout the shipyard always busy with lots of people
converging on a single, sometimes two docking ports. For the Arrhythmia
this was no different, and people took little notice of the Camatian that
was walking towards the docking port accompanied by two bodyguards. The
Camatian cared little about The Alliance, and he was being sent here only
because of his father’s wishes. He wished that he could punch both of
his bodyguards out, but as he came closer to the ship, he understood that
if he did anything to disobey his father, it would mean a public relations
nightmare that could very much mean the end of his father’s political
work. He was one of the newly elected Council members, representing the
Camatians’ interests in the Council of Cardassia Prime. Elected with a
forty nine percent vote, he had a lot of work to do trying to secure a
majority of the people’s satisfaction in his work. One of the ways, he
found was by showing off his unwilling son as an example of Camatian
The Camatian would for the next months be a member of the Arrhythmia
crew. But for Thunder of the Sun, it was neither a post he wanted, nor
trusted. He was pushed into the duty and would try his best within it, but
there were pressing issues, which always made him weary of the entire
Alliance of Incorporated Worlds idea. But he was now a part of its
military hierarchy, thanks to his father pulling strings he would have
rather pulled for other reasons. He was going to be aiding The Alliance of
Incorporated Worlds to take out its enemies, as the chief of tactical
operations; he would ensure the safety of his ship, and also the safety of
the crew. Even if he didn’t trust The Alliance, he would remain fiercely
loyal to those aboard this ship who would earn his trust. The Camatian
just hoped he would find one or two that would fit those criteria. He
sighed as he handed his security papers to the guards blocking the
entrance to the Arrhythmia. Within minutes, he and his bodyguards
were allowed into his ship as he proceeded within it.
Several hours passed before the Camatian’s bodyguards had placed
all of his personal belongings in their right place in his quarters. Thunder of the Sun waved them off goodbye, as he observed his
quarters for the first time alone. He walked over to his bed, opening the
wooden casing of his most prized possession. A long sword, half his length
shone against the lights of the Arrhythmia. He swung it in long and
graceful strokes as he rehearsed his moves carefully. He was practicing
the martial arts most often associated with the bodyguards of the Camatian
Star Alliance. The arts demanded loyalty, bravery, and dedication. He
nodded, his quarters would do. The Lieutenant jumped onto his bed, sword
alongside of him as he allowed himself to slumber off to sleep.