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Tess tLhoell:
Captain Tess t'Lhoell
[USS Amalthea - Bridge]

Tess took a seat in the captain's seat.

She still couldn't quite believe it. Serving in Starfleet had always meant having to deal with rapidly changing circumstances. She had experienced that herself several times. But this was by far the biggest change she had to face. Not that she minded. When she had been informed that she was up for the captain's spot, she recognized the confidence and recognition in it. Sure, it was also due to the special circumstances, but in the end, what did it matter?

The last 27 hours had been emotional. It meant saying goodbye to many dear colleagues. First and foremost her Captain, Solluk. But also from Saqa7, Beja and Hrafn. And from John. She was sad that they never had the opportunity to introduce Fvienn to him. But she was overjoyed that he had accepted their request for him to be their son's godfather. It would only be by transmissions that they could see each other, or when they returned to Katra for resupply. But it would still be worth it.

Tess looked to Rayek, her husb-no. Her First Officer. Tess was glad that she had been approved to name Rayek as her First Officer, not only approved but it had been suggested to her. It would have been quite impossible for her to accept the position if it meant that Rayek, and possibly Fvienn, would be separated from her.
She had had a conversation with Rayek before they had left for the Amalthea. It was likely that as a married couple in the ship's command ranks they would be closely eyed by the crew. Although she wanted a companionable atmosphere on the ship, they would have to watch closely to make sure they remained and appeared professional.

"What's our status?", she asked him, unable to suppress the excited grin. She glanced around the bridge. There were still a few officers missing up here. But she was sure it wouldn't be too much longer before they were off.

Off to a time full of adventure.

Mas Molane:

USS Amalthea - Engine Room

The turbolift door opened, granting a view down the hall to the shining, pristine engine room of the USS Amalthea.  Mas had seen quite a bit of the ship over the past few weeks, and the Engine Room in particular.  Upon graduating from Starfleet Academy, he had been immediately assigned to this ship and given the daunting task of overseeing the Engineering department while the vessel underwent a refit of its shield and EPS systems. 

As a newly minted Ensign, it was much more responsibility than he probably should have been given.  Someone at Starfleet Command had apparently decided that a ship full of fresh graduates could manage the task.  Perhaps they were right, but the process had made Mas very uneasy.  Fortunately, he'd had ample and capable help from the Katra drydock crew.  Any time Mas hesitated, or had a question, they were there to patiently and competently explain a process to him.

But now, the drydock crew was gone.  Suddenly, this engine room was his responsibility. 

He was not alone in this predicament.

A short time ago, Mas had watched Captain t'Lhoell and her husband, Commander tr'Lhoell, accept their assignment to the Amalthea.  To his knowledge, they were the only experienced officers on the entire ship.  Everyone else he'd met in the ship's complement was either an Ensign or even a Cadet.  Originally, experienced department heads had been meant to come in from the Alpha Quadrant via the Bajoran wormhole.  But the Thinkers had managed to close the wormhole, using some advanced technology that Mas didn't fully understand. 

So, the crew were now cut off, on their own, with no one to bring them up to speed. 

In his second year at the Academy, Mas had read about the USS Valiant.  It was a state-of-the-art escort vessel deployed during the Dominion war.  The ship had been crewed almost entirely by cadets, and given the simple mission of conducting a training cruise.  Then, they'd lost their Captain.  The following months of their lives had been a story of increasing stress and desperation which culminated in the destruction of the ship and the loss of nearly everyone aboard her.

Hopefully, the Amalthea had a better fate in store.

Well, there was no point crying about it.  The Amalthea officers and crew were being pushed off of a cliff, to see if they would fly or fall. 

Mas intended to fly.

He stopped in front of the ship's twin warp cores.  The Luna Class wasn't the first ship to sport multiple cores.  Generations ago, there had been multi-core ships, and even ships with multiple nacelle pairs.  Each of those vessels had smoothed out the engineering challenges by degrees, overcoming the dangers and obstacles that came with any emerging technology.  From time to time, it seemed that the innovation of multiple cores might be abandoned, but each time, Starfleet's corps of engineers had risen to the challenge and tried again.  By the time the Luna class had soared out of its shipyards, the process had been perfected.  The ship's twin cores provided both redundancy and power benefits, at the cost of a small amount of additional complexity. 

Now these cores were his to maintain.

It seemed like too much power for one man...  Not that Mas was eager to surrender his new responsibility.  No matter the anxiety that came from being in charge of such an important department, it was also a source of pride.  Few Lurians ever left the Ionite Nebula.  Fewer still served in Starfleet.  The dreams of his youth had been realized.  Here he was, with a starship's power and propulsion system at his fingertips.

He checked one display, then the next.  He nodded to a cadet who handed him a PADD which contained the latest diagnostic reports.

The cadet called him 'Sir.'

Mas was a 'Sir,' now.

Looking over the figures, Mas went to a console and touched an icon.

=/\= Ensign Molane reporting to the Bridge from Main Engineering.  All systems are ready and showing optimal. =/\=

Of course, that optimal condition was due more to the efforts of Cat Goodspeed's drydock crew than anything Mas had done.  But he would be the one to keep it together, in tip-top condition.  From the moment the drydock crew had left the ship, all responsibility had become his. 

He vowed to be worthy of it.

=/\= Thrusters, Impulse, and Warp Drive are ready at your command.  =/\=

Verlok:
<USS Amalthea - Bridge>

It was not unusual to be here so early, but this was so even for Ensign Verlok, Science Officer. Indeed, he had been present on the Bridge even before the previous duty shift had ended, which had drawn some indignant - yet ignored - glances from his peers (figurative peers of course; certainly not literally!) as he co-opted an auxiliary console and began his own duties well ahead of the required, acceptable timescales. Which often meant completing some work for the current shift, such was their interminable progress.

He stifled a sigh.

Ensign. Science Officer. Not Chief, but rather a junior adjunct to another whose appointment to the senior role was purely through happenchance of simple time in service, and not actual aptitude.

To Verlok, this was nothing short of being iniquitous, and he was sure there was another hand in it somewhere. The Romulan First Officer, perhaps? They were not renowned for their presence of mind, after all.

Or perhaps 'The Human' had somehow manipulated events to be contrary to his perquisite.

The name - the only name he would permit to address this individual in question - sent an almost non-Vulcan retch from his throat to his stomach. After all this time, the Human that had been contributory to his...past ignominy, and it was only through the notion that this..creature...was elsewhere that his recuperation and rehabilitation was possible.

And yet, despite the unfathomable calculations of probabilities, here he was, sharing a starship with the one sentient in the known universe that he did not wish to be around. He only wished he need not require medical intervention, such was the Department the Human worked within.

As hours ticked away, Verlok finally watched, impassively, as the shifts changed. And at the opportune moment, switched stations to ensure the most optimum Science position. He raised an eyebrow to himself at the subsidiary supremacy this action achieved.

This expression of immense self-confidence continued as Captain t'Lhoell and Commander tr'Lhoell entered the Bridge. Caring not if it looked as if he was currying favour, Verlok stood from his seat in reception, throwing only the most momentary of glances to the Commander before settling upon the Captain, and ready to answer for the Science Department should the ship's state-of-the-art sensor potentiality be called upon.

Rayek tr'Lhoell:
Cmdr Rayek tr'Lhoell
[USS Amalthea - Bridge]


--- Quote from: Tess tLhoell on March 10, 2021, 01:53:53 am ---Captain Tess t'Lhoell
[USS Amalthea - Bridge]

Tess took a seat in the captain's seat.

"What's our status?", she asked him, unable to suppress the excited grin. She glanced around the bridge. There were still a few officers missing up here. But she was sure it wouldn't be too much longer before they were off.

Off to a time full of adventure.

--- End quote ---

--- Quote from: Mas Molane on March 10, 2021, 03:49:58 am ---
USS Amalthea - Engine Room

=/\= Thrusters, Impulse, and Warp Drive are ready at your command.  =/\=

--- End quote ---


--- Quote from: Verlok on March 10, 2021, 07:31:47 am ---<USS Amalthea - Bridge>

This expression of immense self-confidence continued as Captain t'Lhoell and Commander tr'Lhoell entered the Bridge. Caring not if it looked as if he was currying favour, Verlok stood from his seat in reception, throwing only the most momentary of glances to the Commander before settling upon the Captain, and ready to answer for the Science Department should the ship's state-of-the-art sensor potentiality be called upon.

--- End quote ---

From the first moment that he'd been informed of not just Tess' promotion, but his own, things had been happening a what seemed like warp speed.   A new ship assignment with a vital mission - to seek a means of re-opening the wormhole.  The decision of what to do in regards to their family.  It wouldn't be unheard of to foster Fvienn to another to look after in their absence but Rayek knew from experience that what might be anticipated to be a one-week journey could turn out to be much longer.   So, he had advocated for bringing Fvienn aboard despite the potential danger they could face.  To address this, he suggested moving their private quarters mid-ship from Deck 6 to Deck 8 close to the structurally protected area around the Medbay.

The issue of childcare while they were on duty or on call day or night was addressed when Rayek suggested to the s'Movel family that the recent Academy (challenged exam) graduate - Ensign Lared tr'Movel, and his daughter as a Cadet could be assigned to the ship and the entire s'Movel family moved along with.  Phara could continue to provide childcare for Fvienn, while Karinne looked after the older s'Movel children.  In the event of a Red Alert, the entire non-Starfleet family members could take shelter with Fvienn.  He thought it a workable solution and Tess had agreed enough to allow him to requisition the s'Movel assignments.   The pair had arrived with the last batch of transfers just the other day.  So now with their crew all present the ship was ready to go.

Rayek was so proud of Tess.  She had accomplished great things in such a short amount of time. He was looking forward to working alongside her as her 'Number One'.  Suddenly, that phrase didn't seem so bothersome anymore - though he did prefer her pet name for him - 'ciccino.'  However, as much as he preferred the more romantic appellation, he had agreed when she brought up the necessity of being professional while on duty.  So, no calling Tess e'lev on the bridge - well, not when it was manned at any rate.

Now, though as he stepped onto the bridge alongside his wife, he was content.  He felt he was where he was meant to be.    While Tess moved to the command chair, Rayek paced a circuit around the bridge ensuring that that the assembled bridge crew were focused on their task of readying to launch from the station.  Tess' question prompted many of the bridge crew to recheck their stations before reporting out.

The ensign in charge of Engineering, who was listening in via a direct line called in.   A Lurian if he recalled from his review of the crew manifest.

Ensign tr'Movel called out that Flight was ready.  Lared tr'Movel had been up until recently, one of the refugee Romulans that the Federation had set up here on the frontier.  He had started a salvage business on the station but had been undercut by a Pakled competitor and had run his company into bankrupcy.  Rather than live off the charity of the Federation, the man called on the only other lawful skill he had. His Star Navy training - every Romulan had to serve 5 years in some manner of military.  Lared had been a pilot - and so had recently traveled to New Bajor and challenged the Academy exam.

Next to speak was Cadet Tordel t'Movel, Lared's daughter.  It was unusual for a 1st year Cadet to be assigned a ship but assurances were made that she would keep up with - if not surpass her fellow Academy peers. Tordel, who was manning Ops alongside the borrowed Ensign Ricci.  Ricci was on loan from Katra to one-on-one train Tordel until the Cadet had a full understanding of her position.

Rayek waited a long moment expecting to hear calls from Tactical, Science and Medical.. but all were silent.  Medical, of course, would be, his nemesis, Padrini.  So, it was not surprising to Rayek that the man was delaying his report, and underhand way of making Rayek seem incompetent at his job.  As for the Science position, Rayek had initially expected to see Tess' father Fabiano at the science station - but earlier Fabiano had messaged both him and the Alpha shift that he would be overseeing the setup of a 'proper lab' and named as his assistant on the bridge to be Ensign Verlok.   Rayek looked over towards the Vulcan and stifled his immediate dislike of the man.

'Give him a chance - they aren't all bad.'  Rayek had long held a bias against Vulcans, despite his calling Solluk 'brother' and becoming almost friends with Sultan, Katra's local jeweler.  For every one that Rayek viewed as tolerable, there were over a dozen whose logical and emotionless personalities disturbed Rayek's paranoid nature making him more prone to harsher assessments of them.  In the past he'd find ways of justifying transfers off Katra or to roles where he didn't need to encounter them.  Perhaps with Verlok, that wouldn't be necessary.

"Science - status report" Rayek called out. Then tapped his comm badge.

=/\= "tr'Lhoell to Medbay - status report." =/\=

He then looked over to Tactical expectantly.

Ora Loxis:
USS Amalthea - Bridge - Tactical



The USS Amalthea was commissioned in 2380. It was a Luna Class Long-Range Explorer. Even though Ora had not been on the ship for long, she knew it backwards and forwards. From the time she had been told of her assignment on the Amalthea under Captain t’Lhoell, Ora had made sure to know the specs and blueprints of the vessel. If she was going to be part of security and keeping the crew safe from whatever unknown they may come across, she had to know exactly where everything was like the blue ridges on her bald head.

The situation was unusual, being cut off from Starfleet. They WERE Starfleet. They had to maintain the order that the Federation held to. Ora was confident that they would be successful in their mission. They would find the technology required in order to open up the wormhole again, and be united with the Fleet. This embarking into the unknown was full of danger and peril, but Ora knew that the crew would need to work together and keep their standards high in order to overcome their enemies.

Discipline was the key, to keep fear away. No time to spare for trivial things. Ora glanced down at the computer consoles at the tactical station. She glanced up and made eye contact with her immediate superior officer, Commander tr’Lhoell, and reported in, “Commander, tactical is ready. Everything is clear here.”


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