Plot Log - Capt Ivanova, LtCmdr Waterhouse & Cn Christian Thomas - "Bye Bye Birdy"

Posted on Fri Aug 29th, 2014 @ 7:20am by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Crewman Christian Thomas

630 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Are You Touched?

The Klingon shipyards stood towering over the Vindicator, casting a daunting shadow across her newly repaired hull. The battle scars mended, the crew rested, she was ready. The engines hummed with life as the crew met on the bridge for the first time since Notura. Each officer took their station, readying the massive chip and her crew for their new mission.

"We're showing all clear, Captain." Crewman Thomas said from the helm.

Rochelle nodded from where she sat in the big center chair, the brilliant blue of her eyes locked on the screen in front of them. "Take her out, Crewman." She said poignantly, a small smile daring to tug across her lips. Out there in the black was freedom and the great ship readying to spring for the stars promised that hope had not endured, but persevered.

"Aye Ma'am." The helmsman said. "Klingon shipyards. This is the USS Vindicator, requesting permission to-" his voice shook as the ship bucked to one side. On the helm console a red series of alerts blared, signaling the release of their docking systems. Another buck in the deck threw the crew back into their seats, the ship crashed to the other side as another alarm blared.

Amelia gripped at the arm of her first officer's chair — she was still getting used to it being her chair — and she looked around for someone to say what was going on. The crew on the bridge were all focused on their stations, trying to sort out what was going on. "Report!" she barked.

"They cut us loose!" Thomas said, astonished. "Just like that. Did you see that?" The image of the shipyard listing across the free floating stars filled the main viewer.

"Leave it to fucking Klingons," Amelia muttered. "Any damage?"

Thrown sideways in her seat, Rochelle's jaw tightened and her hair was suddenly loosened from it's neat little twist. "God damn them." She hissed, tucking it back behind her ears. "Damage?" She asked instinctively, looking to Amelia and Thomas.

Amelia's eyes scanned the bridge, looking for someone to report. Her eyes fell to the operations station, surprised it wasn't Commander PontBrillant. She bit her lip at the thought of him, then cleared her throat. "Operations?" She hadn't been introduced to the man who was posted there, and she'd not gotten a look at his rank.

"No damage reported as of yet, ma'am," came the reply. "Sickbay is reporting a couple bumps and bruises."

"Alright then." The Captain huffed indignantly, straightening her uniform. "Set course to Qo'noS."

Thomas shook off his surprise, resuming his control of the helm, "Got it. Thrusters stabilizing. Moving away."

Had the Vindicator not been such a massive vessel, she could have easily slipped from the grip of the Klingon yards without incident. As it was Klingon shipyards were not accustomed to the same orderly conduct which usually fell upon a Federation yard. Smaller ships hurried out of her way as the Discovery Class ship moved directly for the edge of the system. After moving to a safe distance, the thrusters calmed and gave way to the roar of the warp engines. The stars met the face of the mighty vessel once again, as her crew looked onward to their future. "Course set, Captain."

"Engage." One word, one powerful word and that horrible chapter of Vindicator's history was closed and another opened. Rochelle let it spill from her lips as she settled deep into the hot seat, her legs crossing as she waited for the savage whine of the ship's engines and the feeling of momentary weightlessness as she leaped for the stars before them.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Captain Rochelle Ivanova
Commandering Officer
USS Vindicator

Lt Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator

Crewman Christian Thomas
Flight Control Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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