Ensign T’Fearne - Relishing Raktajino Recalibrating Recalcitrant Rockets
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Thanks Raga, for dropping me these tags, definitely prefer this to be before the call to astrometrics, that mission leaves in one hour of narrative time lol ))
(( Security Complex, Deck 11, USS Ronin ))
On her break from a round of target practice training, T’Fearne found herself in the briefing room of the Ronin’s security complex, poring over the technical specs of the ship’s complement of runabouts and shuttlecraft on her padd. Her fingers traced the outlines of the various craft as she sipped a steaming raktajino, its robust flavour slightly stronger than she liked it.
In the midst of her solitary study, the arrival of a Security Officer caught T’Fearne’s attention. A statuesque figure adorned with unusual blades at her waist strode purposefully into the armoury before circling back to the briefing room.
Solana: You’ll do! T’Fearne, right? Senior Chief Petty Officer Solana. ::She smiled at the hybrid Vulcan:: Got a minute to help with something, Ensign?
T’Fearne: That’s correct, Senior Chief. How can I assist you?
With measured steps, T’Fearne approached Solana, noting their matched height and the faint gleam of calculation in the Orion’s eyes.
Solana: We received our replacement torpedoes as well as a few extra munitions from the station, they also completed the repairs to the launchers. We always need to realign the targeting systems and double check the magazines and since we have so many torpedoes coming in it’s easier with two people.
T’Fearne: :: Inclining her head and putting a half-full cup in the recycler :: Lead the way Senior Chief. I haven’t had a chance to explore the torpedo bays yet.
(( Photon Torpedo And Launch Magazine Bay 3, Mission Pod Level C, Catamaran ))
Inside the battle module, the air was crisp and cool, causing a slight numbness in T’Fearne’s slender fingers as she assisted Solana in inspecting the newly arrived torpedo shipment. Crouching beside the Senior Chief, she meticulously scanned each torpedo with her tricorder. She was chiding herself for feeling envious of the Senior Chief’s tribracer when her focus was broken by Solana’s exasperated outburst over a cracked casing.
Solana: Oh for Yar’s sake, this is the fifth torpedo with a cracked casing. Are they trying to blow us up!?
T’Fearne: This one will likely require re-calibration to function adequately as well. :: Clipping the tricorder back to her belt and tapping a serial number into her padd. :: I have flagged the faulty torpedo’s serial number with the others to be repaired.
She watched the Senior Chief emerge from under the torpedoes to spring to her feet. She rose from her crouch also and stepped over to the other woman to show her data for the other woman’s analysis.
Solana: Apologies. This is well within the margin for rearmings like this, but I refuse to have to fill any more of these with people.
She had thought that she sensed the weight of recent losses in the Orion’s emotions, but she didn't need to be a touch empath to recognise that the Senior Chief, along with many members of the crew, were working through their grief. She watched as Solana slapped a torpedo casing and moved on to the next magazine.
T’Fearne: I understand. It must be incredibly difficult.
Stepping to the next stack and reaching up to scan along the body of the top torpedo, she continued the conversation.
Solana: It was unpleasant living through that all over again. ::She admitted and gave the Ensign a wane smile::
T’Fearne: You have been through a similar experience before? :: Glancing at the insignia of a senior chief ::
Solana: I was on the Atlantis when the Consortium first sicked those spiderbots on us. Watched a lot of good people die in front of me. A lot of hard fighting, worse than being back home on Rigel Eight. ::The scan completed so she stowed the magazine into its proper place and moved onto the next one, it slid out so she could scan the stack of munitions:: We lost even more people this time. Not something the simulators at the Academy do any justice.
T’Fearne: My academy simulators dealt mostly with normal security scenarios and the occasional hijackers. Nothing like what you, the Ronin and her sister ships have been through. :: Pausing for thought though continuing to scan :: Do you know if there is a program in the training holosuite that deals with more specific Alpha Isles threats?
Solana: Response
T’Fearne: I would be interested in a program like that. I have arrived at a difficult time and walked into this situation prepared with the best training the academy could provide, but the more I hear and see about the situation the more unprepared I feel.
Solana: Response
Crouching down to get to the lower torpedoes, she glanced at the Orion, once again noting the distinctive blade handles at her belt.
T’Fearne: :: Nodding thoughtfully :: If you don’t mind my asking, what’s the story behind your blades? Are they ceremonial or practical?
Solana: Response
[Tags/TBC]
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14