Commodore Obvious (Decker & Calestorm)

[Crash Calestorm 0]

The following log takes place just prior to our 07.28.14 Sim…

 

Captains Ready Room

Secure Channel Communication

 

“Captain Calestorm, are you wearing a flight suit?”

 

The black flight suit and protective vest she wore were hard to miss. Commodore Obvious had obviously - pun intended - never set foot in a cockpit. “Aye Sir, I am. I was riding along and observing with a CAP patrol a little bit ago.”

 

Decker made a gentle scoffing noise. “A proper ship’s captain should not be gallivanting around in starfighters. And I’ve heard about those ‘flybys’ of yours Captain and you had better not try any of that while the Task Force is on point with this mission.”

 

Note to self: do a flyby of the Constellation bridge module when she had the chance.

 

Matt Decker’s command style was direct and very proper and he’d established himself in the command ranks straight out of the Academy. He could be a pain in the ass, however.

 

“Commodore, I’ve been flying for a long time and you can take the pilot out of the rotation but you can never take the pilot out of the officer. I find that leaving the ship to join the CAP as an observer or taking a fighter out on my own to survey a sector or planetary area put things in a perspective that bridge sensors, programs and written reports sometimes can’t really tell ya.”

 

She paused and then with a what the hell attitude, said to the man, “If you’d really like to have me permanently grounded then I suggest you take the matter up with Admiral Coyote.”

 

The statement was bold and calculated; Crash knew he’d never act on the suggestion, not with Coyote outranking him and if he wanted to get involved in a cluster fuzz with Ol’ Wile E.

 

His response was gruff and an obvious deflection of the conversation to other matters at hand, specifically the written request Calestorm had transmitted to him. “About your recent report on the UNSS Bounty?”

 

Crash decided to leave the matter go – for now – and got down to the business with the derelict project vessel.

 

“Yes Sir. I’m suggesting that the Roarke’s Drift and Little Robe Creek rejoin the Constellation and Task Force 42 and continue onward in the hunt for Mister Tavington. The ‘Creek will remain with the UNSS Bounty and handle the towing and transport arrangements of the ship and its cryo-tubes to Harrington station.

 

“Captain Calestorm I’m surprised at you.” Decker regarded her quizzically and with a touch of… Amusement? She couldn’t quite read his expression and it wasn’t alarming or anything, but she didn’t really like it.

 

And then he went for the gut blow. “Your reputation suggests you never shy away from a mission.”

 

Did he just call her a coward? Nah, he didn’t just call her a cow—Yep, Decker just called her a coward…

 

With some effort, Crash corralled her rising temper and shoved it back. Instead, she shook her head to indicate “Commodore, the day I dump my oath and my mission is the day I retire, you hear me now?” Her accent was deployed at DefCon Five however.

 

“Please watch your tone Captain.” His tone held a clear warning.

 

“Yessir.” She gave the safe answer and then she continued. “Our duties require us to be wherever is needed and to take care of whatever situation presents itself. This situation with the Bounty was unexpected and yet must be resolved. I’m invoking salvage rights - so to speak - and I’d like to tow the ship back to Harrington.”

 

The middle aged man considered the proposal for a moment and then asked, “Have you spoken with Admiral Coyote?”

 

“That would be a negatory, Sir. I’ve informed you first per the field chain of command. If you’d like to speak to the Admiral yourself to inform her of these changes and the request, I leave the decision to you.”

 

He considered this a moment, his attention fixed off screen and then turned his gaze back towards Cale. “Permission granted and you may inform the Admiral yourself.”

 

“Will do, Commodore.”

 

“God speed Captain, Constellation out.”

 

(TBC In Sim)