Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - 0400
Martin Tucker
Marty rolled over, clicked his table lamp on, and looked at the time: 0400. He’d gotten a decent sleep and didn’t toss and turn like he normally did. The last mission really drained Marty’s batteries; fatigue was a big time factor, and he might need to go see Rox or Beck about it. Beck for sure, but Tucker was sure that Rox would have her two cents about it.
But first, he needed to talk to Ensign Wren about the mission. He’d read some of the after-action reports from other boots on the ground, but he wanted to know how the engineering side of things went and their effort to cool down the runaway reactor.
Maty swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. He scratched his beard and unruly red hair. Out into the living space he went.
Tucker: Lights, forty percent.
Marty’s quarters were just a bit larger than some of the other senior brass, outside the Captain and XO. While he wasn’t an interior designer, he didn’t do any interior design. Lots of family holos, several framed and sealed concert posters, mainly from the 20th and 21st Century Earth. He loved that era, from the music to the movies. He came into this through a class at the Academy. It was his 20th-century history class that made him fall in love with the past.
But he loved the rustic feel of their home in Oregon, so Marty did his best and mixed teak wood with brushed duranium. There was a couch along the bulkhead, a captain's chair that had been his father's. It was a little worse for wear, but Tuck was working on restoring it to its former glory. He ordered and grabbed his mug of Raktajino; this time, he ordered the double caffeine. Usually, he would hit the Brew Continuum on his way to the office, which he still might do if he had the time. Actually, that sounded a hole hell of a lot better than debrief, and it wasn’t his office.
He tapped his combadge, which was sitting on his desk.
Tucker: Ensign Wren, good morning, and I hope I didn’t wake you.
Wren: Response
He was pretty sure he had woken her up, though she was trying to play it off.
Tucker: Let's debrief at the Brew Continuum. Say, in half an hour?
Wren: Response
Tucker: Good to hear, see you then.
He closed the comm line and decided to take a quick, regular shower (he hated the sonic ones). At the Academy, Marty never felt quite clean with the sonic showers, hence the water. Once that was out of the way, he threw on his uniform, gave himself a once-over in the mirror, affixed his commbadge, and headed out the door.
((Deck 14, Brew Continuum, USS Ronin))
By now it was 0500, and the Brew Continuum was starting to pick up, like it always does around shift change. Marty was lucky enough that the line was short when he arrived, and he got his Andorian roast coffee and found his regular table towards the back of the room, because he liked to people-watch.
It wasn’t long before Ensign Wren approached the table. He motioned for her to have a seat.
Tucker: I thought of a different place other than my office. Plus, we won’t be bothered here, and I've got Lieutenant Morgan taking care of things at the moment.
Wren: Response
He allowed the ensign time to get herself situated.
Tucker: Okay, ensign, I figured we’d debrief and get your thoughts on the mission and how we can improve response times, etcetera.
Wren: Response
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