Bizzy Bizzy Bizzy

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"Bizzy Bizzy Bizzy"

Personal Log - S.K. Sema'J

SD 10606.27

 

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Sam sat in his chair on the bridge looking from screen to screen tapping every which way. This was not the screen he was accustomed to looking at and he was hanging on by his teeth to stay oriented. At the moment the bridge had what could be considered a skeleton crew: Vectra was in the command seat, and Marx was at tactical, as for senior staff...that was it. This mission had an air of both diplomacy and battle, thus every crew resource was taken. Because of this personnel situation, Sam was currently slaving the ops at his console. He was used to his custom interface, a broad clear layout of ergonomically placed navigation and flight controls which let his hands glide across and take the ship wherever he wanted. Not only was it designed to be as user efficient as possible, Sam used it every day and could literally fly the ship with his eyes closed. Of course he didn't need to because his controls included a number of screens that showed broad sensor images of every angle of the ships flight path.

 

Sam looked down at his console, he sadly eyed the small square in the middle with some basic thruster controls, an impulse interface and an itty-bitty little strip at the top for plot course, set factor and engage. Surrounding this sad patch of the screen were energy allocation, transporters, communication, sensors, and a terminal that monitored the operation of the rest of the bridge systems. these too were clumped together with the bare minimum of each system represented. Sam's eyes and hands darted about as he tried to keep up.

 

Transport this group from the freighter, lock onto these lifesigns, open a channel to this vessel, get some power from here, fly there. Sam would not deny that flying just helm was not always active, and he had never thought Vectra's job to be an easy one...but this was nuts. After getting a very meager number of survivors off of the Sussex, Sam did the best with his flight controls to get them the heck out of there. As soon as he was there, he was told to go into orbit of Elasia, also a tricky task with only a few small buttons. Then...as quickly as everything had happened, everything stopped. He was told to deactivate the comm, the orbit was stable for the moment, there was no one to transport, no power to adjust. Sam sat back and sighed.

 

All the action had distracted him from his previous anger about Rosie still being on board, but the moment his mind was clear of tasks, it hit him. He glanced over at the readings of how many had been transported from the Sussex, he looked at another section of the screen with the stats on the Perth class and its crew compliment. He did the math in his head and then harshly looked away setting his jaw. Sam vowed to do everything in his power to not have the same kind of math equation being calculated about this ship. There were too many loyal crew members, innocent civilians and, most importantly, families aboard for that to happen.

 

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