Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Mar 2, 2013 20:50:27 GMT -8
Liz stepped onto the bridge with a spring in her step, a PADD with the last few calibrations needed for the project in hand. Between her department and engineering, she was pretty sure they'd gotten all the numbers put together, every equation safely thought of and put together, every piece of the generator currently being inventoried one last time in the cargo bays accounted for, put in order, and ready to be shipped back into space. She was ready to get her hands dirty and assemble the thing already, truth be told, but she had also already resigned herself to the fact that there would be some preliminaries...and dealing with the native population...and who knew what else before they actually got to that point, in all likelihood.
In any case, she'd tried to confine herself as best she could to the clear, simple bits of the project. Numbers were so much easier to deal with than the knowledge that people were dying without their help...and that, if they failed, even more would die. She needed to just get her job done, get it done well, and then it would be alright, anyway, so it hardly mattered. So, as the days had ticked away as they went to Deep Space Nine, she had tried not to think of the people who were depending upon the generator they were bringing, instead focusing upon the problem of pulling it together. She cared about the people, certainly; wanted them to be saved...but it didn't make inventories assemble themselves.
Liz shooed the Lieutenant JG at the ops station from her chair, sliding into it so she could work at the console. The Lieutenant gave her a brief report, giving a quick idea of the status reports that were being sent in before the planned departure of the Talon from the space station. They hadn't been here long, but many of the crew had still managed to filter aboard the station; as a consequence, they were trying to track everyone down and make sure no one got left behind in the washroom of Quark's or somewhere else odd. It wouldn't be the first time nor, in all probability, the last.
She quickly pulled up the status reports for herself, tapping through to find the report of the inventories--everything was safely aboard, by all accounts, the last shipment coming aboard as they spoke. Liz sent the report on to the Captain, letting him know they were ready to leave as soon as he was ready. Liz was sure he'd be ready to leave very soon. She was pretty sure that most of the crew were very ready to get to Breas and get to work, if only so that they could have some peace of mind. She was ready for that, certainly.
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In any case, she'd tried to confine herself as best she could to the clear, simple bits of the project. Numbers were so much easier to deal with than the knowledge that people were dying without their help...and that, if they failed, even more would die. She needed to just get her job done, get it done well, and then it would be alright, anyway, so it hardly mattered. So, as the days had ticked away as they went to Deep Space Nine, she had tried not to think of the people who were depending upon the generator they were bringing, instead focusing upon the problem of pulling it together. She cared about the people, certainly; wanted them to be saved...but it didn't make inventories assemble themselves.
Liz shooed the Lieutenant JG at the ops station from her chair, sliding into it so she could work at the console. The Lieutenant gave her a brief report, giving a quick idea of the status reports that were being sent in before the planned departure of the Talon from the space station. They hadn't been here long, but many of the crew had still managed to filter aboard the station; as a consequence, they were trying to track everyone down and make sure no one got left behind in the washroom of Quark's or somewhere else odd. It wouldn't be the first time nor, in all probability, the last.
She quickly pulled up the status reports for herself, tapping through to find the report of the inventories--everything was safely aboard, by all accounts, the last shipment coming aboard as they spoke. Liz sent the report on to the Captain, letting him know they were ready to leave as soon as he was ready. Liz was sure he'd be ready to leave very soon. She was pretty sure that most of the crew were very ready to get to Breas and get to work, if only so that they could have some peace of mind. She was ready for that, certainly.
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