PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Step On It

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Cockpit of the USS Galaktoboureko - Main Shuttlebay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))

Kyle wasn’t one for away missions, especially ones that weren’t supervised by one of the command-level leaders… They invariably led to lower-deckers getting into nasty situations, or getting reamed out for making poor choices. He, for one, had been on the receiving end of Captain MacKenzie’s scathing demeanor before, but now that she was no longer posted to Sickbay, his life was infinitely easier without being under her direct gaze. Getting into trouble and receiving a verbal dressing down was not an experience he was interested in repeating.

 

And yet, he found himself joining the team on the Galaktoboureko – someone had to supervise the kids, after all – who had already assembled by the time he made his way to the shuttlebay. It was a routine survey mission, after all, but in his time on the Artemis, he’d learned the lesson that things rarely turned out to be as simple as they seemed on the outset.

 

Silveira: I heard you could use a hand.

Morgan: Or several.

 

Gnai: Oh, hello Lieutenant Sadar!

Sadar: Oh! Uhh... H-Hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t expect-

 

Vailani: Nice to see you again, Lieutenant Silveira. 

 

Vailani: :: in greeting :: Lieutenant Gnai. 

 

Sadar: Vai-net!

Vailani: Gila-net! 

Morgan smiled slightly at the friends’ apparent reunion.

 

Silveira: Looks like we have an interesting bunch here.

Imril: I try not to be boring.

 

Vailani: :: formal :: Nice to meet you :: nods :: Lieutenant Vailani. 

 

Gnai bobbed within its tank as agreement, and Kyle nodded slightly. The crew of the Artemis appeared to be anything but.

Sadar: Y-Yeah, we’ll be ready to take off soon. Uhh... The sensors are reading green, but maybe Ensign Imril should do a final systems check before we take off? It would be a waste to go to Laoi III only to realize something’s wrong.

 

Imril: Aye, Doctor. I was just coming in to start that. 

Kyle took a seat at one of the stations in the rear. His presence on this team was one of scientific curiosity, but also to offer another pair of experienced hands in case anything went south.

Silveira: So, Lieutenant Sadar, what are we heading ourselves into?

Their new operations chief seemed to be irritated at the lack of preparation by the tactical chief. Good to know that most of the department chiefs on the Artemis were cranky, not just Genkos.

Vailani: :: curt :: Didn’t you read the briefing? 

 

Morgan: ::sarcastically:: What’s the fun in that?

 

Sadar: Well, there’s a few separate survey goals associated with our trip. ::gestures to the bunch of PADDs:: I have a project that I’m hoping to find some biological samples for, and I know the tactical department had some concerns regarding the interplay between the new sensors and the targeting arrays for the shuttle’s weapons systems?

Silveira: Now that’s my language. And I assume I can count on your engineering skills Ensign Imril?

Imril: I expect so, Sir, yes. I wasn’t part of the team that upgraded the sensors, but I’ve reviewed the build notes. Everything looks pretty straightforward. These sensors draw a little more heavily on the shuttle’s power stores than the standard model for this class, partially to process the extra data. But nothing that will eat irreparably into the surplus generated by the engine core.

Gnai: ::a bit hesitant to butt in:: There are also some anomalous radiation readings from the star in the system… Sir.

 

Morgan: Wouldn’t be an Artemis mission without anomalous readings.

Silveira: Is there a designated pilot, or can I take the spot.

Sadar: Response

Sil turned and winked at the others.

Silveira: You will all be in good hands.

Vailani: Are your certifications up to date, Lieutenant?

Kyle smirked and shook his head. Fools.

Vitor shrugged and headed to the pilot’s seat.

Silveira: A type eleven I only flew… Once. But they say it’s like riding a bike.

Gnai: A bike…?

Vailani: A pedal-driven single track vehicle. :: sighs :: Hardly an assuring comparison. 

Vitor seemed to laugh off the comment.

Sadar: Response

Silveira: The expedition leader is Doctor Sadar, any complaints should be addressed to her.

Imril: Doctor, a question not a complaint. You said you’re planning to pick up biological samples. How are we set up for storing them? 

Kyle perked up, the question piquing his interest.

Morgan: We’ve got stasis containers that should allow us to transport the samples safely back to the ship.

Sadar/Silveira: Response

Imril: And how are you planning to test the targeting array?

Gnai: Will the interference from the stellar radiation be of any concern with the testing? Or will that be determined in situ?

 

Sadar/Silveira: Response

 

Vailani: We'll need to adapt the shield resonance manually to compensate for the anomalous radiation. 

 

Gnai: And… The study of the star, is that still set to proceed?

 

Sadar: Response

 

Silveira/Imril: Response

 

Gnai’s tendrils flashed.

 

Gnai: Thank you, sir. That’s the primary reason this decided to volunteer for this survey in the first place. It’s what this specialized in, at the Academy.

Kyle offered a reassuring smile to the Galadoran.

Morgan: Hopefully this mission doesn’t disappoint, then!

 

Sadar: Response

Vailani: :: eager :: Systems are a go for launch. Ready when you are Lieutenant. 

Silveira/Imril: Response

Sadar/Gnai: Response 

The shuttle doors closed over them, and the hum of the engines and other systems powering up started to increase slightly in volume. The officers with more important tasks started to oversee their launch sequence.

Vailani: The bridge has cleared us for launch, lieutenant. 

Morgan: You heard her, Vitor. Let’s get this show on the road.

Silveira/Imril: Response

Sadar/Gnai: Response 

 
(OOC: Just catching up here so our leader can get us on with it ;)

Tag, and TBC!

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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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