NPC Captain Monroe - Miss Miss

[Aine Sherlock]

((Bridge, USS Glenn))

Monroe: This is the Federation starship USS Glenn. Do you require further assistance?

Shevon: Our Captain is dead, we have a couple injured. There's a dozen of us here. The warp core was already in disrepair before the attack, the containment field is collapsing.

Casualties and a dying ship. At the very least they'd be able to save the crew.

Martinson: Cap, we should beam them off into Shuttle Bay One. The cargo transporters could probably get the whole crew in one shot.

The Captain gave a nod of agreement.

Monroe: Drop shields. ::standing and turning to look at Renot and Vargas:: Get them out of there ASAP.

Sherlock: Dropping shields.

Renot: ?

Monroe: Miss...who are you?

Shevon: Ship's Engineer Sherlock.

The name sounded familiar. She thought back to a conversation Mel and her had had before arriving at 118. He mentioned a friend of his and she was pretty sure that friend had the same name, but this couldn't be that friend. Maybe it was the short woman who came aboard her bridge out of uniform?

Diata: Captain, the ship will not be viable in five minutes. I recommend we get everyone out of there immediately.

Martinson: Engineering, give me a status?

Vargas: Life support continues failing.

Renot:?

Diata: Holding steady. Captain, Warp Core is going critical! Two minutes!

Diata: Sixty seconds!

Monroe: ::firmly:: Get them out of there, now.

Renot: ?

It was just in the nick of time. The civilian freight exploded on the viewscreen just as Diata had set them on a course away from it.

Diata: Setting a course for Starbase 118.

Martinson: Very well. ::looking at Monroe:: Maybe we should debrief them?

Monroe: Agreed. We need to know if this is a regular thing. If the pirates in the region are getting bolder.

Aine remained silent through all the discussions. She was still in a bit of shock hearing her own name come over the comline. She didn't know what it meant yet and she didn't want worry the Captain. Luckily for her, Mel seemed to be on the same page. At one point, his eyes made contact with hers and they were in another silent conversation. One where he was asking, with his face, "What the hell?" and she was responding with, "I don't know."

Vargas: And someone should probably check for injured... ::she hesitated:: and inform sickbay on Starbase 118 if necessary... I think...

Renot: ?

Monroe: Good idea. If you two could alert Sickbay and let them know to get to the Main Shuttlebay, that would be great. Once they're checked out, lets all meet in the Observation Lounge to debrief this Engineer of theirs. ::turning towards Aine:: Miss...?

Sherlock: Lieutenant Sherlock.

The Captain raised an eyebrow, so it was her.

Monroe: Bring ::beat:: Miss Sherlock to the Lounge... ::beat:: Miss Sherlock.

tags/End Scene

((OOC: We'll pick-up with a timeskip to the Lounge!))

Captain Monroe
Commanding Officer
USS Glenn
R239712AS0