Lt. Cmd. Silveira: Ready to go.

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((USS Artemis-A, deck 8, Chief Tactical Officer office))

Vitor took another deep breath, reviewing all the data one more time. He had sent a message prompting up Tho’Bi and Cole to be ready, and he had finished the rotations for the Tactical department.

He hoped Alex didn’t feel thrown to the wolves, but having her replace him on the Bridge was just the perfect fire test for her. She was a friend, but truthfully they had never worked together.

Now they were facing a new challenge. Unknown ship, injured crew and damage from weapon fire. Just another manic Monday. Obviously it couldn’t be easy.
That was a word outside the Artemis lexicon.

No, this had to happen when Zie was called away, and with the new First Officer in command. And Vitor hadn’t yet properly met her.
As a high point, making him very proud, Nan was now the Acting First Officer.

Even more reasons to keep them all safe. He set down the PADD, and not for the first time reached for his collar. The feeling of the three pips made him frown.
The first time he got them they didn’t weigh that much. Had Stafleet also changed them as they did the uniforms?

He passed his fingers over them and stood up. With a deep breath he grabbed his tricorder and holstered it. Vitor narrowed his eyes, considering if he should take the phaser, but shaking his head he just picked his smaller PADD and put it on his belt.

It was time to get his team, so he hit his combadge.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Ensign Tho’Bi.

Tho’Bi: =/\= Response

Vitor smiled, it was funny that they would be on the same team after their encounter. He hoped that this time Tho’Bi could show his skills in his preferred duty.

Silveira: =/\= Pack up a small but comprehensible repair kit. You, me and Ensign Cole are beaming out to a ship that needs some repairs. It’s an unknown vessel so you might need to be versatile. Report to transporter room two as quickly as you can.

Tho’Bi: =/\= Response

Silveira: =/\= We will find out when we reach there. Silveira out.

He crossed around his desk, still with the nagging feeling he should take a phaser with him.
Again he shook his head and tapped his combadge, opening another comline.


Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Ensign Cole.

Cole: =/\= Response

Vitor walked to his door with a smile.

Silveira: =/\= Ensign, arm yourself with a type two hand phaser, collect a tricorder and report to transporter room two. You, me and Ensign Tho’Bi are to beam to the alien vessel requesting assistance. They need repairs and that’s basically all we know so far.

Cole: =/\= Response

Silveira: =/\= Like I said to Ensign Tho’Bi, we will find out when we reach there. Silveira out.

For the last time he looked at his desk.

oO No… I am not taking a phaser this time… Oo

Taking one deep breath he made his way out and headed to the transporter room

((Short timeskip))
((USS Artemis-A, deck 7, Transporter Room Two))

Vitor was already there when Cole and Tho’Bi arrived. He smiled at them and arched an eyebrow, apparently they had followed his order and got what he asked. But he had a feeling they brought up a little more stuff.

He was usually a proponent of the umbrella theory. One should always bring an umbrella, because it is better to have one and not bring it, than need it and not have it in hand.
Although he had left his umbrella (in Vitor’s case his phaser) in the office by deliberate choice.

Gesturing to the platform he nodded at them.

Silveira: Thank you for joining me, now let’s get ready.

Tho’Bi/Cole: Response

Vitor nodded to the Transporter Officer and tapped his combadge.

Silveira: =/\= Silveira to the Bridge. Away team standing by to beam out.

Bridge: =/\= Response


TAGs/TBC

Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
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