"Displeased"

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

Note: the following log is just Exec Kitty personally and mentally venting, so please take the content in that context. Just picture a cat flaring with a bottle brush tail and you’ll get the idea. Thx! >^..^<

 

03.30.08

USS Excalibur NCC-81762

“Displeased”

 

Commander JoNs stood in her private office, and gazed out the large picture window at the stars flying by. The scene should have calmed her thoughts, but it did not; her personal thoughts and complaints were going at warp nine and closing.

 

The Excalibur was traveling at low warp to a Class M planet. The rumors of shore leave had already begun to circulate among the crew, and that was good. The last few cluster frags that had erupted on the duty cycles proved that the crew needed some down time, if only to get refocused on their reason for being out here – the search for the Founders. And if the crew did not refocus, Left Ear was getting close to going on a ship wide XO Reign of Terror in an effort to clamp down on the sloppiness that seemed to have enveloped the crew and re-enforce discipline. However, it was important to remember that this sort of action was always a last resort.

 

The panther-like brown furred feline turned her gaze onto the small personal hideaway disruptor pistol that rested on her desk, next to the corresponding holster; it was her personal property, and she had finally managed to get the piece back from the security department. Now that whole situation had been a true cluster frag. Perhaps next time a memo from the security head asking for permission to perform the weapon sweeps would be forwarded to the command staff rather then jumping right in with the action of searching quarters for weapons. JoNs disliked when the security chief asserted his authority in this sort of situation, because nine times out of ten the head strong Trill butted horns with the equally head strong Captain Corizon, who in this case had countermanded the search by having the marines search the quarters of the senior security officers. These situations always seemed to erupt into the inevitable peeing contest between the two men, and all JoNs could do was put up an umbrella to avoid the yellow liquid raining down.

 

Her mood kept getting darker, especially when her gaze lit on a data Padd that contained the information on that hoax engineering survey that the chief engineer had sent out. The feline exec still hadn’t confronted him over that, because to be quite honest, the whole situation was too off the wall in order to do anything official about it. She had poured over the regs and didn’t find any disciplinary actions under “silly memos”.

 

And then the chief helm officer pulls a hissy fit, taking out his frustrations on an ensign, right there on the bridge. Her fellow Caitian had insisted that the senior officer -- again the security chief -- left in command of the bridge had ordered a dangerous warp vector through some fluctuating space, and that had angered the helm feline. You personally disagree with an order from a superior officer, and then take it out on an innocent ensign? Gives whole new meaning to the term sh*t rolls down hill, and Left Ear had never been a fan of the practice or the saying, and had always tried to not fall into the habit. Regardless, the walking furry attitude had been relieved of duty for the remainder of the shift….and again, this was not the first incident. JoNs had also relieved another officer of their duty a few duty cycles ago. It was a disturbing pattern, and one she did not wish to repeat again.

 

Another thorn in her side was that the bridge seemed to be an open concourse, with junior officers coming up to complain about something that should have been handled through their departmental lead, or other officers delivering messages that boiled down to data that could have been sent over the inter-text mail system. And then there had been the incident the other day with one of the janitorial staff insisting on cleaning the consoles. How JoNs did not cuff the CJAN a good one is beyond her; let’s hear it for personal control. Other officers never seemed to come up to the bridge, unless there was an emergency or something, and if they did make an appearance, Left Ear immediately started worrying because, again, they never came to the bridge. The bridge situation was unacceptable, and it irked the straight arrow feline to the core. How would it look if JoNs started lurking among the departments instead of her duty station on the bridge? She would be sure to ruffle a few feathers and turn the tables, indeed.

 

And despite that bit of dark business involving the officers who had re-animated one of the dead pilots to gather some information – and thank all the deities Corizon had dealt with that little bunch of high priests, as Left Ear would have probably re-instated flogging. Well, no, at least in Victria’s case, the Al-Ucard would probably have enjoyed that sort of thing -- the crew was now moving forward. A proper funeral was being planned for the deceased, and the feline exec was taking care of the nitty gritty planning details. Putting aside Lieutenant Ramsons original role in the re-animation, JoNs was glad the senior pilot had been cleared from her grounding, at least temporarily, by Corizon to lead the fighter flyby during the ceremony. The concession was fitting for the occasion, and a pilot belonged in the air. You could take the officer out of piloting, but never the piloting out of the officer.

 

The Caitian executive officer stopped mentally griping long enough to realize that she had a raging tension headache. She rubbed her paws at her temples and tried to flex her neck in order to ease the pain. A purred groan of pain sounded across the confines of the office area.

 

“Ah, forget this stoic officer who suffers through the discomfort stuff. I surrender.”

 

She swiped a paw at her comm badge, and when the little communication device blipped, she stated what department she wished to be connected to. “Medical bay. This is Commander JoNs. I’ll be stopping by shortly. I need some medication for a tension headache, and some tension in my back I cannot seem work out. JoNs out.”