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01 Bridge - admin_47 - 2025-05-14 == Bridge == RE: 01 Bridge - Seryn Ro'xa - 2025-05-23 The warp varience was out by point five miliquads. While it was easily within parametres set by the Starfleet Corp of Engineers for a warp drive of this size, the Odyssey’s slightly out of tune warp core was still enough to get under Commander Seryn Ro’xa’s skin and make her itch. Nevermind the fact that she’d co-authored those same guidelines, a ship this fresh off the line shouldn’t be experiencing that much of a variable. It was as if someone had set the thing out just enough to bother her. Point five!! ARG. Ro’xa ran a frustrated hand through her soft marmalade coloured hair, which pulled some of it out of a pigtale. She briefly wondered if they could bring it up to her exacting standards by spending some time de-scaling the injector valves when Ro’xa realized she was being spoken to. “Captain?…um… Captain Seryn?” The ensign sitting at Operations was waving their hand. Ro’xa briefly wondered how long she’d been chewing on her particular problem and ignoring the regular bridge operations around her. Captain. Right. Ro’xa was sitting front and centre in the seat on the ship, the captain’s chair, and not tucked away in her cozy little office back on Mars. She wasn’t typically the commanding officer of a starship. Heck, she wasn’t typically the boss of anything. She much preferred to stay in her lane as an engineer at the Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards, tinkering with warp drive harmonics, developing better, faster engines, contributing where she could to the new fancy transwarp project. Who was she to be bossing people around and keeping such a sophisticated machine and personnel structure running such as a starship? More like ‘Captain, yeah right.’ But through a variety of circumstances and happenstances, Command and the Corps wanted her to serve as temporary commanding officer and deliver the USS Odyssey, NCC-76101 from the shipyards on Mars to Deep Space 9 where it would have its official launching ceremony. It’s not like it was a difficult task, and it would be entirely temporary—once she handed the command codes over to the actual commanding officer then her job was done and she could take an easy transport back to Sol. But it was still a pain to be uprooted from her nice cozy engineering lab and be forced into the centre seat. Surely there had to be another officer available to do this delivery job. Weren’t people chomping at the bit to be put in command? But no. Her protests fell on unhearing ears. Bosses orders and all that. “Yes, sorry Ensign, what.” It was less a question and more a statement. The Bolian ensign blinked for a second at the brusqueness before saying, “We have an incoming hail from Starfleet Command.” “What the f*** do they want.” The Ensign blinked at her again. Shit, did she say that out loud? “Um I meant… on screen.” |