Reflections on the Bridge

[Brian Graham 0]

Acting Chief of Security's Duty Log

Lt. Brian Graham

USS Excalibur

Stardate 200409.15

 

Brian graham stood over the Tactical console on the Bridge of the Excalibur. There hadn't been an any more of the readings indicating an active explosive for quite some time. Not that the damage hadn't been done. The Stargazer was one of the first ships to fall victim to the fiendish weapon and Excalibur had had little time to react to it. Only a fraction of the Stargazers crew got out by transporter. There wasn't even time for them to get to the escape pods. Brian could recall every moment that had transpired. The beeping indicator showing the buildup, causing Brian's heart to speed up. They were almost synchronized. Stargazer's Operations Officer making the vessels final communication.

 

Brian dwelled on how easily it could have been the Excalibur, causing a sudden feeling of nausea. But it didn't, your fine, pay attention!

Focusing back on the console, Brain sought solace in the fact that he was still here, but it still didn't help knowing that it was his fault that they hadn't gotten more people out. If I'd seen the buildup sooner, or gotten the shields down faster, we could have gotten more people out.

 

Brian scoffed at himself for having these feelings, then quickly looked around, hoping no one had heard his sound of disgust. If they had, no one reacted to it. The only indication was a small movement of the back of Captain's Jcin's head, but he returned to the armrest console, going over data. It was thoughts like that that got people killed Brian reminded himself. In fact, that advice had practically been ingrained in every cadet that went through the Academy, especially those in Security. Dwelling on things you could change distracted you, possibly during the critical moment when the weapon was pulled, when the ship decloaked, or when the intruder started to materialize. Analyzing the information on hand and staying alert was how to conduct oneself.

 

And now it appeared everyone was safe for the moment. The offending ship had been destroyed and hopefully there weren't anymore. Except the thing. The thing that had crashed into the Station, leaving the jagged hole that was still displayed up on the viewscreen. Magnification made it look way bigger than the breach really was, but irregardless, it was a breach. Then again, it was alot better than the alternative...

 

Station OPS had radioed in, informing the Captain that the bomb was no longer a threat. The breach was preferable to the field of debris that would have been Camelot Station.

 

So much for a peaceful meeting. But just because you had a fleet didn't mean you were safe. The guys who were outnumbered always seemed to come up with ways to strike first and effectively, basically because it was impossible to account for everything. And with Changelings, one could never be sure what was going on, till the chair your sitting in starts choking you. Brian hated it that everyone in the sector, Federation, Klingon, Romulan, could be sitting in that chair right now.