Status Report

Posted on Tue Mar 26th, 2024 @ 12:25am by Commander Peeq Elyro MD & Commander Naois Mercy MD & Lieutenant Faith Hawkins & Lieutenant Chexor Vonn & Lieutenant JG René Rouen & Lieutenant JG Jasmine Brooks

538 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Fortuna
Location: Briefing Room

ON:
A very pale looking first officer walked into the briefing room, ahead of the seniors he had summoned. He had donned a fresh uniform and had attempted to get some sleep. However it was clear from the look on his face that sleep had eluded him. He made for the nearest seat, clearly not too thrilled at being in command while Fredriks was injured.

René entered the bridge observation lounge. He pauses momentarily as he realized he was the first to arrive. He gave Captain Fredricks a single nod and started forward again. "Captain." Realizing he would probably be the most junior officer to attend, he took a seat at the far end of the conference table.

Peeq Elyro was the next one to enter the Briefing Room. Crossing his alien arms, the Chief Medical Officer had too much to do to be sidetracked by a meeting. Sitting in a chair near the exit, the Doctor waited for the rest of the crew.

There was much to do in Engineering, a meeting was not something Faith had time for. But, an order was an order. She made her way to the briefing room, sat down. She was tired, her sleep poor. Her mood reflected this. Unless she had to speak, Faith decided remaining silent was her preferred option. No small talk for her today.

Lieutenant Chexor Vonn was the last member of the senior staff to arrive at the briefing. It had taken him everything he had just to make it up here. The Bolian felt... broken. As if the connection in his head that had been recently repaired had once again been severed. To those around him, Chex was quite clearly in his own head as he was mumbling incoherently to himself from the moment he entered the room all the way to his seat.

"Bridge to Briefing Room."

"Mercy here, go ahead bridge."

"Commander," the young sounding voice came over the speakers, "We have a California Class starship on approach to us. They are asking to speak with you, Commander."

"On my way." He looked towards the others. "Carry on with your duties and let me know if anyone needs anything. It seems this briefing will need to wait, I apologize for drawing you from your duties." He stood and walked back onto the bridge. "On screen," he ordered the young communication officer.

On the viewsceeen a Starfleet Officer in Sciences green appeared, the pips on the collar indicating the officer was a Captain. "Commander," he greeted, "the Bradbury is on course to rendezvous with the Britannic. Status report, please."

The Vulcan nodded slowly. "We have injured after a warbird plasma drive overload. Captain Fredriks is held in a coma in sickbay and we have lost a free crew members in the incident as well." He swallowed, his grief plain to see. "Most notably, security chief Naidoo. The crew seems to be coping well enough but I have not been able to speak with everyone yet. The captain's children are being cared for at the moment."

"We will discuss more upon the arrival of the Bradbury. Please prepare for my arrival."

"Yes sir," the Vulcan responded smartly. It really warranted no further response. "Britannic out."

 

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