Bleep ...

[Shalin 0]

( Note : Events of this log transpire directly after the sim of 9/12 - prior to "Boxed In" )

 

Shan sat at his station despondently. For someone who did his best not to give anyone a hard time, he sure had a lot of people on his case. He wasn't commanding enough, or he was in the wrong place, or he was making too much noise, or he was talking back ... the list went on and on.

 

Sure, he felt bad about disturbing Long John while he was listening in to police radio, but what was the guy thinking? Shan didn't know he was being a nuisance ... it wasn't like he ever piloted a ship from the Science station. If L.J. wanted to intercept transmissions he really should've been sitting at the communications board. Warp coils could do amazing things, but neither they nor the Impulse drive were meant to tune in on subspace. Shan was sorry that L.J. lost his signal, but it wasn't his fault.

 

Now the Science officer was on his case. Ok: he wasn't exactly following Starfleet protocol when answering Lieutenant Haruno, but things weren't exactly operating according to Regulations. Pretty much everyone was walking around in some kind of mercinary disguise ... heck, Marcie looked like four pirates sneezed on her in a laundromat. Put it all together and people were bound to get a little informal, and it wasn't like he was being disobedient ...

 

Shan was so wrapped up in thought that five seconds had passed before he noted the hangar warning light going off on his security panel. *Oh Crispers*; Shan frantically stabbed at the halt and close switch, only to discover a lockout. It only took a few seconds to break the override, but by that time it was too late. There was nothing left to do but to look over his shoulder to the Bridge Officer.

 

"Ma'am - we have an unauthorized shuttle launch."

 

Shan turned back and sulked as he stared at a monitor which had just noted the hangar bay was now closed and secure ... seconds after the Fleming had flown the coop. 'Terrific', he thought to himself, 'they'll probably blame me for this, too.'

 

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Note: Helm has security override controls for ship's hangar bays, per "The Doomsday Machine".

[Crash Calestorm 0]

Pretty much everyone was walking around in some kind of mercinary disguise ... heck, Marcie looked like four pirates sneezed on her in a laundromat.

 

If I was drinking something while reading this log, the drink would have indeed been snorked up my nose because of this line!

[Gage Silver 0]

 

Pretty much everyone was walking around in some kind of mercinary disguise ... heck, Marcie looked like four pirates sneezed on her in a laundromat.

 

If I was drinking something while reading this log, the drink would have indeed been snorked up my nose because of this line!

 

Sounds like a death wish to me.

 

For my next trick, I'll bake a cake on the M/A reactor board. But I gotta know: how else do you fly a ship and monitor comms at the same time? This was lose-lose - you still would've annoyed Gage had he been on the comms board, given he's listening for intel on MIAs. Time and place, man; time and place. I see a bright future on dark side of the moon---I mean, CD for this one.

 

(Speaking of; on a personal note: The 'cop sarcasm' gets really old fast.)

Edited September 16, 2011 by Gage Silver