To Bodly Go (IC)

[Superman6352]

Space... The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Trinity. Its beginning mission, to expolore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before....


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"We are coming up on the space dock now sir." The lieutenant called back into the cabin of the shuttle. Kyle rose from his seat and walked up to the cockpit and sat down in the copilots chair. He looked out of the window at the massive spacedock that sat in Earths orbit and at the few various ships also sat in orbit around the planet.

"Its always an impressive sight, isn't it sir?"

"Aye. It never ceases to amaze." Kyle said as they aproched the spacedock doors which started to open for there approach. The shuttle flew through the doors and into the docking area inside. A few ships were docked inside but as they flew further inside he saw it. The fresh of the line Norway class ship. Kyle looked over the ship as they approached it from above. As they passed over the top of the ship he saw the name Trinity and the registry number NCC-81635 emblazoned across the front of the ship.

"Congratulation Captain." The lieutenant said.

"Thank you lieutenant." Kyle said as he looked over his ship, "Dock us with Trinity. I have to get acquainted with my new crew."

"Aye sir. We will be docked shortly."

Kyle got up and moved back to the cabin of the shuttle as he waited for the lieutenant to finish docking.

 

[AmenRa]

Lt. Commander Savok, Spacedock, Earth Orbit, Sol System

Savok listened quietly, but not quite intently, to the yeoman as he chatted to the Vulcan. They were walking from the main transporter station aboard USS Trinity, and although Savok did not need an escort to his quarters, it was standard Starfleet operating procedure and was not to be ignored.

As the human began telling another tale of his recent Academy graduation party, Savok's mind wandered to the ship at hand. Trinity sat in Spacedock, moored by magnetic and gravitational fields, and yet she was ready for departure to space unknown. Savok would be part of this as the starship's xeno-intelligence officer. He was the lead intelligence officer, and a senior command officer aboard the ship. He had no desire or reason to pursue any further, yet he knew he would fulfill his mission with typical Vulcan performance.

Idly, he wondered what the crew would be like. The commanding officer, MacLeod, was known throughout the Starfleet Command administration as an officer capable of action and direct decision based on previous missions, including the Battle of Wolfe 359. Savok considered these traits in a human to be something he was familiar with, and he knew he would serve well under Captain MacLeod.

"I remember one of your classes from the Academy, sir," the yeoman stated as they rounded a corner to Savok's quarters. "It was one of the best ones I had. I really learned a lot."

"Thank you," Savok said without emotion. "It is always preferable to learn my students absorbed useful information from my lectures."

With that, the Vulcan took his small luggage bag from the yeoman and entered his quarters. He immediately activated his personal computer terminal, logging himself into the ship's mainframe and activating his on-board status as Chief Xeno-Intelligence Officer. He unpacked his suitcase, as sparsely accompanied as it were with necessary uniforms, sleeping attire, and two meditation robes. He unpacked and set up his attunement flame, and placed a sculpture of an IDIC on the room's desk. He placed a holophoto of his parents on the desk beside the IDIC symbol, and then, almost reverently, he laid an old, bound book beside the photo. The book was labeled in Vulcan, "The Teachings of Surak", and it was nearly faded from the worn cover.

Once everything was in place, Savok left his quarters, heading down the corridor and entering a turbolift.

"Bridge," he said once the lift's doors had swished closed.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

As Security officer Warbro was already on the bridge, he had stashed his gear in his room, had a talk with the personnel under his command and at that very moment he was busy studying the lay out of the Trinity.

He wondered how his CO would react towards him, of course as Starfleet officer he would be civil, like them all, but would Warbro also become a yoke around the neck of the CO? The last person wanted upon the ship?

Pushing these thoughts aside, he continued his study of the ship, he already knew the statistics, but it was best to know the ship before you go on a voyage, in times of distress there would be no time to wonder where you are, you should know.

"Sir? Lieutenant Comander Savok has arrived and Captain MacLeod is on docking procedures."

Warbro nodded,

"Thank you, carry on."

He pushed away from the console, straightened his suit and made sure that his D'k tahg was neatly squared. His eyes roamed over the bridge, all was in brand new condition and fully operational. Good. He took up a position close to the lift's door and stood at ease.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok

The turbolift stopped, and the doors parted. Lieutenant Commander Savok stepped onto the bridge. He immediately recognized Lieutenant Warbro.

"Lieutenant Commander Savok," he identified himself (it was hardly necessary, he realized, for the chance of there being more than one Vulcan science/intel officer with access to the bridge was illogical), "reporting."

He then raised his right hand in the familiar Vulcan greeting, but instead of the customary phrase, he offerred the Klingon security officer a different greeting.

"Qapla'," he said. Savok then lowered his hand and looked around the bridge. He recognized his science station alcove on the starboard side. There were other individuals on the bridge at this time performing last-minute pre-flight and status checks. He knew once the captain arrived, the non-essential personnel would be cleared from the bridge and replaced with the standard operating crew.

The bridge of the Norway class starship was designed for function, and Savok wondered if a Vulcan had assisted in its construction, for the placement of the command chair and corresponding stations were quite logical.

 

[Superman6352]

Kyle walked through the halls of the new ship. An overly nervous yeoman had met him at the docking bay to lead him to the bridge but Kyle had declined and decided to take a longer route to observe some of the ship and crew. He was pleased with what he saw as he walked. Most of the crew members were already aboard and working at their pre launch tasks.

Kyle reached one of the turbo lifts and stepped inside.

"Bridge." He said as the door closed behind him. He leaned against the back wall of the lift as it started its trip to the bridge. He was looking forward to setting foot of the bridge for the first time as a captain.

Kyle felt the lift slow and finally stop as it reached the bridge. He stood up and straightened his shirt as the door slid open. He stepped out and took a quick glance around the bridge. A few techs were still working on various consoles and he saw two of his senior staff already on the bridge.

"Hello gentlemen, it is a pleasure to finally meet you both." Kyle said as he went to each one and shook there hands.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Dr. Trista Vayen, Chief Medical Officer

Upon arriving, Dr. Vayen was shown to her quarters and stepped inside only long enough to drop off some of her personal belongings. She did not bother to unpack - rather, she turned to her escort and requested to be taken to sickbay. Along the way, she responded to her guide's conversation with short answers that would indicate her disinterest in him on a personal level. Her less than friendly demeanor was not intentional; it was just the way she was. She was professional to a fault and genuinely lacked the desire - or perhaps ability - to foster relationships outside of work.

Trista Vayen was 5’9” and had an athletic body. As a medical professional, the woman was mindful of her health and therefore maintained herself properly. She had a pale complexion and brown hair and blue eyes – she wore rectangular glasses, even though a procedure was available to fix her sight. Her hair was kept short, with bangs that swept across her forehead and an angular cut that reached from her jaw line at the sides to the middle of the back of her head. She was in her late twenties but had the soft facial features of a teenager. If she weren't so stand-offish, she might have even had a husband.

After logging herself in to the computer's mainframe, she checked the inventory of the sickbay with practiced attention. The woman took her time familiarizing herself in what she considered her new home and marveled at the condition of the facility. She would briefly check her roster of medical assistants before making her rounds in identifying each person and giving introductions. She managed to smile and attempted greatly to show the warmer side of her personality.

She couldn't help but feel a little anxious about visiting the bridge. Professional courtesy demanded that she introduce herself to her captain - while she did not feel discomfort from meeting a superior, the bridge would cement the realization that she was on a starship. She would be leaving Earth's orbit and couldn't help but wonder if she would ever return.

She shook her head as she approached the turbolift. She would chide herself for such a cowardly thoughts as she entered. "Bridge."

The woman would step out on to the bridge with her head held high and her shoulders back. She would wait for the captain to visually acknowledge her before speaking, "Dr. Trista Vayen, reporting."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

He was slightly taken aback by the greeting from Lieutenant-Commander Savlok, why would he tell him to have success? He gave a mental shrug and returned Savlok's greeting with his own. Shortly afterwards the captain entered, Warbro examined the man and found him to be likable, but with a faint trace of steel visible. Clearly the type of man with leniency, but who will not be disobeyed. He felt uncomfortable with shaking his hand, but found that he had a tight grip, of course he did not like it as it was his weapon hand, but there was no immediate threat so he allowed it this time.

The turbolift hissed open and his attention was focused on the Medical officer which entered. From what he have learned of human standards, she would be likable or even pretty. He of course was only interested to see if she was a security threat, but her rank allowed her on the bridge and it also required her to present herself to the captain. He stood at ease again, although it did seem like he could any second jump into action. He was a firm believer of forewarned is prevented and he was certain that any attempt on the bridge would be met by him with extreme prejudice. His eyes kept scanning the area, making notes of postures and movements.

 

[Mayu]

Commander Lucy Wolf

Commander Wolf had heard they were docking, she had some business she was finishing up. Then she went for the bridge, seeing Trinity in the distance. Once on the bridge she smiled at everyone, seeing the Captain. She felt kind of out of place since she was the only female that was now on the bridge. Her eyes scanned the area and stood in her uniform, which she was proud of. She always looked up to the Captain, she was really happy to be serving with him. Sighing softly, she smiled when she noticed a medical officer coming on the bridge. So at least now things would be more interesting, looking up at the screen she felt kind of uneasy and didn't know why.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

Now with the Captain and the Commander on deck, he knew that pretty soon they would start their journey. A journey that may take him close to his people again, or not. Either way he searched his mind and found that he was happy to be on board and in command of security. He had quite a few plans for the security personnel for the first few weeks of their journey and he was quite determined to make his personnel the best-prepared on any starship. Protocol dictated that he waited for the captain's command to make certain that all nonessential crew members was removed from the bridge and then a thorough search made to make certain that there were no stowaways on board.

He waited patiently, a feat in itself for anybody with Klingon blood in them, yet for him it came naturally. He had always wondered why, but as there was no answers he did not worry about it any further. He wondered if perhaps Savok could have answers for him, but how to approach a Vulcan to ask something that they would see as illogical? Perhaps he should just let it be, but it was a thing that have been bothering him for years so he did not see how he would forget about it very easily.

The time was near, he tensed slightly, expecting the command from the captain to evacuate non-essential personnel.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Dr. Vayen

The doctor would keep her conversation direct and short. She would shake hands with the captain before the man turned to indicate the other staff members, naming the individuals and expressing their function on the ship.

The captain first introduced Commander Wolf. The doctor would allow a small smile to form on her lips as she considered the woman. She gave a wave of her hand to indicate her greeting, unmoving from her position near the turbolift. She did not make a verbal exchange of greetings, allowing the captain to continue with his introductions. Her eyes would follow the gesture of her captain's hand, falling upon Warbro.

Her attention stopped on the Klingon for several seconds. She had never met one before, but from her understanding she held an office that his kind considered to be rather useless. Worse, perhaps. No doubt someone of her position had, at some point or another, denied a Klingon the right to die honorably and instead "saved" their life, giving them a shameful existence that included some form of disability. She would watch Warbro unflinchingly, making eye contact and trying to show indifference towards his assumed opinion of her office. She would give him a short nod before allowing her eyes to continue to move with the captain's introductions.

She was glad at the sight of a Vulcan. The doctor's method of interactions did not seem to bother the logical race - what some humans considered a cold professionalism, Vulcans seemed to view as a reasonable way for her to conduct her work. She was always relieved to have a patient that expected her to perform her duties without a overly friendly song and dance attached to it. Dr. Vayen raised her right hand and gave Savok the traditional Vulcan greeting unaccompanied by the verbal component.

Her eyes would return to Captain MacLeod as he finished his introductions.

"Thank you, captain." She would take an additional moment to rescan those that she had met, speaking in general to all of them. "I look forward to working with you," she spoke in forced formality. Then, to the captain, "I won't disturb you while you prepare to disembark. When you have a free moment, I would very much like to discuss some minor details of my service with you." No doubt she was referring to being allowed to observe the bridge when her presence wouldn't be too much of a hindrance to the rest of the crew. The captain seemed to agree that the conversation would wait until a more convenient time and the woman excused herself.

Dr. Vayen returned to sickbay and charged her staff with the task of taking inventory. They knew as well as she that the process had already been done by the CMO but they didn't dare argue the point. She made herself comfortable in her office, sitting behind her desk. She awaited their inventory report and expected nothing less than it matching hers exactly.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok had thought it proper and logical to wish the Klingon security officer 'success'. It was logical to assume all beings aboard the starship planned for their mission to be a success. He knew quapla' meant many things to Klingons, depending upon the circumstances it was used.

The turbolift doors opened once again, and Captain MacLeod stepped onto the bridge to Savok's sounding of, "Captain on the bridge!". MacLeod greeted them, and even though Vulcans preferred not to shake hands, Savok indulged in this human method of greeting. He, like most Vulcans, was a touch-telepath, yet he shielded himself from the emotional contact.

Savok spoke a hello to Commander Wolf, and when Dr. Vayen greeted him with a proper Vulcan salute, his left eyebrow arched slightly as he returned the gesture.

"I have yet to configure the sensors for operation," Savok stated. It was, in fact, proper to assume that Starfleet technicians had already calibrated the ship's sensors, but according to protocol they must be re-checked for configuration in all flight modes prior to departure. "If you will excuse me, sir, I will take my station."

 

[LordMhoram]

Lieutenant Junior Grade Aurn

[P.A.]The USS Trinity will be departing space dock in 5 minutes.

Crap, I was stuck with some bureaucratic clerk who was taking forever to clear me for access, and it would take me 10 minutes to reach the nearest access point to my new assignment.

My first starship. Norway class. I had trained for intelligence work all through the academy; it just seemed natural for a changeling. It wasn't until I got transferred to Starbase 375 that I earned my helm rating for the Norway class. All in simulators. Then my assignment came through, and I got sent to the sol System to wait for my ship. Well, unless I got my ass on board before she left dock, I might not have to worry about embarrassing myself in front of my new captain. He probably had a long list of experienced helmsmen anyway - might be weeks or months before he cut me loose on the helm. Hah, yeah, a dull mapping of some boring new nebula or something; all computerized High Efficiency Patterns anyway; not really much to do.

Then again, I heard rumors Kyle was a bit unorthodox, so he might just get a huge kick out of putting the new guy under the spotlight.

Well, it would be moot if I didn't get my ass on board in time.

[P.A.]The USS Trinity will be departing space dock in 4 minutes.
"Okay Lt., your good to go, have a safe cruise."

"Thanks," I muttered, turning and running for the distant access point. I wasn't going to make it, I knew it. Crap! I needed to move faster, so I morphed into the first thing that crossed my mind.

Probably not too many folk in the Sol System had ever seen a Kryonian tiger, so maybe it wasn't the best choice I could have made, but by the Elders I was closing on the access point with dizzying speed.

[P.A.]The USS Trinity will be departing space dock in 3 minutes.

A solid group of ensigns were running flat out for the same point (guess they were late too) but they were in my way. A quick glance showed square pillars about every 50' along the narrow railing, and I angled over, leapt up to the closest one, and continued my reckless, headlong rush by bounding from one to the next, till I passed the sprinting humanoids, and dropped down in time to slow and reform into my customary form before passing security at the airlock.

[P.A.]The USS Trinity will be departing space dock in 2 minutes.

A short sprint across the gantry, and I was aboard. I must have looked lost, because a crewman asked if a needed help.

"I'm supposed to be on the bridge," I blurted out.

"Turbolift access is right around the corner Lt." the human female replied.

"Uh, thanks, but I uh..." It must have been apparent that I didn't know what to do about my 'carry on'. She was sympathetic though.

"May I take those things to your cabin for you, Sir?" she offered.

"Yes, please... Thank you. ah, I have to run." and I did just that.

Stepping briskly into the lift, I asked for the Bridge, and waited. I had entered the ship way down near an Engineering section, so it took many seconds to reach my destination.

When the doors whispered open, I stepped forward to the threshold and stood at attention.

"Lieutenant Junior Aurn reporting for duty, SIR!"

It was difficult not to melt into a puddle. I was late. ALL the senior officers were already here, and to make mattes worse, security was a Klingon, and the Science/Intelligence officer was a Vulcan. Two primary people who could make my life hell if they chose to, and they were both of races notably lacking in a sense of humor; or mercy for that matter.

I waited, wondering if my fears would be realized and I'd be made to man the helm. Maybe I'd be lucky and be told simply to leave. Just as likely, the Vulcan would set me to cleaning power conduits with a sonic toothbrush for the first six months of my tour.

I did the only thing a Junior Lieutenant could do under the circumstances. Shut up and wait to be told what to do.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

Warbro watched the doctor as she reported, the look in her eyes told of her distaste for him or maybe even his race, it was not something new to him, so he just pointedly ignored her further. Let her feel and think what she wanted to, he had his duty. As Savok made his way to his station, it was clear to the other that they were not needed, equipment got packed up and they left as quietly as they should, of course Warbro kept a close watch, the time was now right for the command for them to leave.

Then the turbo lift hissed open and when he turned his attention to it, the reporting Junior Lieutenant almost met a blade in his throat. Luckily Warbro had the time to check his reaction and just stared balefully at the junior lieutenant. Aurn was of a race that Warbro disliked, in his mind a creature that wore other faces was one not to be trusted. But his look was more aimed at the junior's lack of promptness, Warbro hoped that this was not going to happen a lot or he would have to talk with Aurn...the thought brought a twinkle to his eye as the Klingon way of having a talk was not quite the same as any other race. He turned his attention back to the captain.

 

[Mayu]

Lucy watched Warbro and smiled some, not many knew that she knew different languages. She knew a few different languages fluently, Klingon was one that she knew perfectly. It was a rough sounding language, but beautiful in a way. She knew one of there songs as well, which was yIjah, Qey' 'oH . It was a victory song. She actually sang it lowly and didn't even know if anyone could hear her, she stood there enjoying the sight before her. Lucy had always been a rather strange woman, but she decided to introduce herself to him.

"Hello Security officer Warbro" She said with a kind tone to her. Her voice of course respectful.

"I'm Commander Lucy Wolf, I'm looking forward to working with you" She hoped she didn't sound as stupid as she felt.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

He was kind of surprised to have the CO approaching him, at first he thought that he had done something wrong, but her words was pleasant and unexpected. He nodded firmly to her,

"Thank you Commander, I have read about you, an interesting carreer. I am sure that we would work well together."

He kept his voice as neutral as possible, him being a Klingon just made that easier.

 

[Superman6352]

Kyle looked at the view screen which showed the interior of the docking bay. He listened to some of the idle conversation between his officers as they waited to depart. Kyle heard the turbo lift open and turned to see the junior lieutenant enter the bridge. Kyle tried to hide his smile as Aurn looked around the bridge.

"Welcome aboard Lieutenant Aurn." Kyle said to him. "Please take your station at the helm, we will be underway shortly." Kyle move to the command chair and sat down for the first time. He activated his console and hit the ship wide communicator.

"This is Captain MacLeod. We will be leaving the space dock shortly. All decks finish your pre launch checks and report when ready." He hit the button again and closed the channel. He rose again from his seat and looked around the bridge again.

"Commander Wolf please confirm that all decks are prepared for launch." He said to Lucy before tapping his combadge. "MacLeod to sickbay. Dr Vayen, would you care to join us on the bridge for launch?"

He returned his gaze to the view screen as he waited for a response.

 

[Mayu]

She smiled as Warbro spoke with her, the look in his eyes she had a feeling he thought he did something wrong. Placing her hands on her hips, Lucy nodded some and did something different, she replied back to Warbro but in Klingon.

"Oh I am sure we will get along just fine, some thought I was insane for choosing this job. Since I know many languages fluently, your language was one of the first I learned." She smiled and bowed her head to him respectfully.

But then she noticed the Captain looking at her, she stood at attention and nodded some.

"Yes Sir" She said with a big grin on her face. Tapping her combadge she finally asked, which would be the first time anyone has really heard her.

"This is Commander Wolf, are all decks ready for Launch?" She said firmly yet nicely, and she got a response back from all decks.

"Captain we are good for Launch" She said with a smile.

 

[LordMhoram]

Okay, the Klingon looks like he wants my spleen - for breakfast. The XO seems to want the Klingon - for things I don't want to think about (Solids, ew).

The Captain seems cool. Maybe he just wants to save the pain for a more appropriate time. Maybe he knows there wasn't a damn thing I could do about Federation transport schedules and red tape. Not like it was my fault I was late.

The Vulcan - didn't seem to know I existed, but you know Vulcans - not much they miss.

"Aye Captain," I answered, and made my way briskly around the command platform, and down to the helm and navigation stations. The ensign who was there already placed the unit in standby, and rose, then moved to an auxiliary station on the port side.

I sat and selected my preferred display layout. It only takes about 2 seconds to run a level 5 Diagnostic on these, so I selected that, waited for confirmation, then took everything off standby and brought up active control with departure routines to hand.

I had my station ready very quickly, but still I was glad I didn't have all the autonomic functions of humans mimicked right now, such as sweating.

Which reminded me; I focused briefly on my features, making sure I had everything, especially my ears, properly formed.

"Ready for Space Dock departure, Captain."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"It would be an honor, sir." Dr. Vayen was pleased to receive the invitation and wasted no time in accepting it. She was a little surprised at her level of excitement, though - as she rose from her desk and crossed sickbay on her way to the turbolift, she felt a giddiness she hadn't experienced since childhood. The feeling was slightly tarnished by Trista's realization that she had closed herself off from such adventures for much of her young adulthood.

Still, she couldn't help but give a genuine smile as she entered the turbolift and announced her destination.

Space had always been a tragic reminder of her father's fate. She feared leaving Earth because she was convinced that panic and pain would overtake her - but instead she found a gratifying belief that she had finally grown up. She was strong enough to warrant the Federation's faith in her ability; she was capable of serving as the ship's Chief Medical Officer and felt renewed purpose in passing the Bridge Officer's Test. And although she knew herself to be socially inept, she felt like she might eventually make a friend on Trinity.

Dr. Vayen walked out of the turbolift and on to the bridge. Her lips still held a smile and she thanked Captain MacLeod for the invitation with sincerity before looking for somewhere to place herself. It was quite obvious that she was completely unfamiliar with the layout; she was embarrassed that she hadn't studied the matter previously but tried not to show her anxiety in the matter.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Warbro

The doctor had joined them again, from her body posture he could see that was looking for a place to be. He moved from his post and nodded at her,

"Welcome to the bridge ma'am, please let me show you to your seat."

He moved to the seat that the chief medical officer would occupy and after showing her to it, he moved to the tactical console, scanning over the panel he stood at ease. There was a calm expectation on the ship, like she knew that the time was at hand. Again he glanced at the pabel, all arnaments and shield generators was working and in full operational capacity, he knew that he could trust the engineers to have tested the weapons intensively.

All was ready, so was he and his personnel. He felt a strange pride in having done his duty so thoroughly as he could, it was ecpected of him to be so, yet he still was proud of being able to have performed his duty. It was strange, but he did not worry about it, as it did not influence him negatively.

 

[Superman6352]

Kyle greeted the doctor as she came up to him and thanked him. He could see her excitement at being invited to the bridge and couldn't help smile to himself as Warbro showed her to her seat.

Kyle looked back at the view screen and adjusted his uniform before siting down. He hit the ship wide com button again and opened the channel.

"All hands prepare for immediate departure from space dock." He hit the button and closed the channel. "Mister Arun. Take us out of space dock. And nothing to fancy, thrusters only." Kyle said as he remembered the story of Admiral Kirk ordering a departure at impulse speeds which was highly frowned upon. Kyle looked around the bridge and smiled to himself as he saw the rest of the bridge crew where at their posts and ready to go.

 

[LordMhoram]

"Departure by the book, aye Captain."

My fingers danced over the console as I triggered the required sequences in order. Multiple distant 'thunks' resonated as the docking clamps released. Several green lights indicated all physical connections to the space dock had been severed.

The massive doors of the dock began their ponderous journey, and I gently engaged thrusters to ensure we'd reach the doors well after they were fully open.

Well, just like the simulators. You really can't tell the difference. Yet as real as they are, there is just no substitute for 'knowing' you are driving 3/4 of a million tons of duranium and titanium.

I set the standard departure, which would take us in a graceful ark pointing us generally away from Earth, ready for an increase to impulse speeds in just a few minutes.

So far, so good. No embarrassing gaffs.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Dr. Vayen was relieved to receive Warbro's assistance. She gave him an appreciative smile before following him to her seat.

"Thank you, Warbro," she spoke before lowering herself into the chair.

She let her eyes wander over the area and observed the workings of the others as they prepared to disembark. It seemed to be a good crew. The calm, professional atmosphere of the bridge allowed the doctor to feel at ease.

She felt a small chill pass through her body as the captain gave the final order to leave the space dock.

The sound of the clamps releasing seemed to crash the woman's levity. The first 'thunk' caused a sudden jolt of her shoulders, which she managed to repress with the following noises. After a few moments she realized that she had ceased to breathe. She blushed lightly and tried to look casual as she leaned back in her seat.

Well. At least she was more concerned with her embarrassment than the prospect of going in to space.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok

As Trinity's docking clamps were released, Savok of Vulcan deftly moved his fingers over his console once again. He watched the waterfall display in front of him, and once he was satisfied with the read-outs, he swiveled his chair to direct himself to the Command Seat.

"Sensors are functioning normally and are available in all flight modes," he reported evenly. Without waiting for a response, he swiveled his chair back to face his console.

He realized he had missed a few introductions as he had already taken his station when Aurn had reported to the bridge. He would meet him later.

As he watched his sensor display relay gravimetric and mass density readings from the spacedock, the Vulcan turned his head slightly to see the main viewscreen. There, before him, lay space.

An emotion nearly surfaced for an instant. Savok suppressed the feeling immediately. He then realized that it was illogical to have missed being in space, aboard a starship, boldly going where no one had gone before. It was not logical, but he understood that the fleeting feeling he experienced was one of being at home.

 

[LordMhoram]

Trinity was following the maneuver I had programmed, and I monitored her progress carefully. As we cleared the space dock doors I increased thrusters to full to efficiently vacate the approach vectors.

I set my board to have various navigational functions just a single tap away. In an instant I could either call up a database of pre-programmed locations, or simply input a course or bearing.

Even at the relatively slow pace of the thrusters, it was only seconds until Trinity was far enough away from space dock to be able to go to impulse, and less than another minute we'd be clear for warp.

Just a few more seconds, and I'd find out where we were going.