Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 10:58:39 GMT -8
"Helm, bring her in nice and slow. We don't want to scratch the paintwork."
The young Lieutenant down at the helm grinned back up in the direction of the Julian Osbourne, the XO, who'd given the order.
"Ours, or theres?"
Gwen smiled wryly at Julian. They seemed to be doing this a lot recently - the docking at SGE, not the smiling. Although on Gwen's ship, the latter was also fairly likely. They only had fairly normal sorts of assignments - their current one to bring a new batch of officers to the quadrant was a good example - but morale on the Peregrin was high anyway. That was one thing Gwen prided herself on.
"Either," she said, amused. "Both."
She didn't want to have to sign the work order for exterior repairs anymore than she figured SGE wanted to. Not that she suspected for a moment that her pilot would manage anything other than a smooth approach into the station. In general, her flight crew were pretty top notch.
"Ma'am?"
Gwen's head turned to the ensign at comms.
"There's a message for you, from the station. It's marked private."
Julian raised an eyebrow at her, and she just shrugged one shoulder everso slightly in response. She wasn't expecting anything in particular.
"And urgent."
Well, that just made it all the more interesting, didn't it?
"You can look after this, then," she said to Julian, as she stood from her chair. "Patch it through to my ready room, Ensign. I'll take it there."
The ensign nodded.
"Yes, ma'am."
She crossed the bridge to her ready room and slid easily into her chair. She'd just about got it comfortable now, she reckoned. That wasn't something that just happened; good quality leather, even synthetic leather, had to be broken in, and that took time.
Tapping at the console, a message appeared on the screen.
Kayden Desan.
If anything could have confirmed that this was a message of mysterious happenings, Desan's name was definitely it.
For a ship that spent most of its time exploring the rocks of the Gamma quadrant or ferrying crew through the wormhole, Gwen suspected this might be the most interesting thing that would happen to them all year.
Tapping at the message, she read the curt and to the point request with interest. He wanted to use her brig to hold someone? Now why wouldn't he just use the station's brig?
More intriguing by the second.
Our door is always open, she typed in response. Natural caution and curiosity leads me to ask who, and I suspect yours will lead you to decline to answer, so perhaps we should arrange a rendezvous?
Cloak and dagger was by far her favourite.
Do warn me if I should be bringing the brute squad as backup.
She smiled a little wryly to herself, and pressed the 'send' button.
Tag: Desan
The young Lieutenant down at the helm grinned back up in the direction of the Julian Osbourne, the XO, who'd given the order.
"Ours, or theres?"
Gwen smiled wryly at Julian. They seemed to be doing this a lot recently - the docking at SGE, not the smiling. Although on Gwen's ship, the latter was also fairly likely. They only had fairly normal sorts of assignments - their current one to bring a new batch of officers to the quadrant was a good example - but morale on the Peregrin was high anyway. That was one thing Gwen prided herself on.
"Either," she said, amused. "Both."
She didn't want to have to sign the work order for exterior repairs anymore than she figured SGE wanted to. Not that she suspected for a moment that her pilot would manage anything other than a smooth approach into the station. In general, her flight crew were pretty top notch.
"Ma'am?"
Gwen's head turned to the ensign at comms.
"There's a message for you, from the station. It's marked private."
Julian raised an eyebrow at her, and she just shrugged one shoulder everso slightly in response. She wasn't expecting anything in particular.
"And urgent."
Well, that just made it all the more interesting, didn't it?
"You can look after this, then," she said to Julian, as she stood from her chair. "Patch it through to my ready room, Ensign. I'll take it there."
The ensign nodded.
"Yes, ma'am."
She crossed the bridge to her ready room and slid easily into her chair. She'd just about got it comfortable now, she reckoned. That wasn't something that just happened; good quality leather, even synthetic leather, had to be broken in, and that took time.
Tapping at the console, a message appeared on the screen.
Kayden Desan.
If anything could have confirmed that this was a message of mysterious happenings, Desan's name was definitely it.
For a ship that spent most of its time exploring the rocks of the Gamma quadrant or ferrying crew through the wormhole, Gwen suspected this might be the most interesting thing that would happen to them all year.
Tapping at the message, she read the curt and to the point request with interest. He wanted to use her brig to hold someone? Now why wouldn't he just use the station's brig?
More intriguing by the second.
Our door is always open, she typed in response. Natural caution and curiosity leads me to ask who, and I suspect yours will lead you to decline to answer, so perhaps we should arrange a rendezvous?
Cloak and dagger was by far her favourite.
Do warn me if I should be bringing the brute squad as backup.
She smiled a little wryly to herself, and pressed the 'send' button.
Tag: Desan