Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - After Action Camp Fire
Martin Tucker
He had forgotten to turn off his 0400 alarm, and if he’d had a phaser within reach, he’d have stopped it by blasting a hole in the wall controller. Instead, he lay there with a headache starting to form behind his eyes, not the way he wanted to wake up at the start of shore leave.
Tucker: Computer! Make it stop! ::he barked::.
The computer beeped a happy reply, and the alarm stopped.
He lay back down with an audible thump as he contemplated going back to sleep. Engineering was pretty much last on the list of repairs from what he could tell, so he hadn’t had to move to temp quarters, not something Marty was looking forward to. But that was for future Marty to worry about; he wanted to focus on present Marty.
He sat up and swung his legs over so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and his feet on the tundra that was the carpeted floor in his quarters. He threw on a robe and plodded out to the living space and threw himself on the couch. Still, obviously, Marty was far from “taking on the world” mode yet.
Tucker: Computer, Raktajino, extra strong, and don’t skimp. :: he grumped::
Again, the computer beeped in compliance, and he could hear the caffeinated Klingon drink coalescing in his replicator bay. He reluctantly pushed himself off the couch and went to the replicator, where he fetched the steaming mug of Klingon Coffee. Marty took a sip, feeling the warm concoction take hold. He closed his eyes, looked up, and sighed.
Instead of heading back to his couch where he was in danger of falling back asleep again, wel,l until the rakatajino took ho,ld he sat at his desk, grabbing his tripadd and looking over the notes from Delta watch, things seemed to be in order, and they’ve concluded to let Narhelion do its thing. They were running light on Delta because repairs were underway, being done by the Ronin’s people.
He touched the icon “Narhelion” and brought up every bit of data he got on the ole’ gal. He wasn’t quite sure the heads or tails of it, but it would be a side project. Something to keep his brain occupied in the downtime. And he had half-heartedly promised the XO to look into holoemitters on every deck. He was pretty sure that with an Akira class, it would be a tough go for sure, but it was something.
to see Rox, her smile, that attitude, just what the doctor ordered.
He did have a couple of work-related matters he wanted to take care of before heading out on shore leave. He needed to talk to Wren, see how the mission went, though he knew she was most likely preparing a report on the subject. Marty needed to do th,e same thing, so that was on the list, and he needed to check in with Morgan to get her take on what was going on, since she was aboard the Ronin holding down Engineering in Marty’s absence.
Tuck got up and went back to his room to get his uniform on. He hoped he was only in it for an hour or two, and then it was t-shirts and jeans for shore leave. He’d also need to get with Rox and see if she had anything she wanted to do.
He downed the last swallow of Raktajino, placing the cup back in the replicator for recycling. He looked in the mirror, tugged at the bottom of his tunic to smooth it out, turned on a heel, and headed out to his office. His brain was definitely in shore leave mode, but a Chief Engineer’s job is 24/7. No such thing as off time.
((A few moments later, Deck 14, Chief Engineers Office, USS Ronin))
The door’s swished open as he stepped through and the lights came up to his specified illumination, which was set at about 50%, Morgan called it “mood lighting” , Marty called it easy on his eyeballs. His blue eyes were light-sensitive to a point, and too bright a light could leave Marty with a migraine.
He sat behind his desk, the time read 0530. He needed to catch Wren before she headed off to shore leave, he hoped his next action wasn’t waking her.
He tapped his combadge.
Tucker: Tucker to Wren, can I see you in my office as soon as you can?
Wren: =/\= Response =/\=
Marty grimaced, cause she sounded like he had in fact woken her up.
Tucker: Sorry for the early hour, but I’m trying to get some things squared away before I head out on shore leave, have you got a few minutes to go over the mission really quick. I know it’ll all be in your after action report, but I want to hear from you.
Wren: =/\= Response =/\=
Tucker: No worries, if you need to grab a coffee on the way feel free, like I said this shouldn’t take long.
Wren: =/\= Response =/\=
((Even a few more moments later, Chief Engineers Office, USS Ronin))
Wren was a lot quicker than he thought she might be. He knew getting woken from a dead sleep to having to be mentally ready for whatever job lay ahead. Nothing like having to deal with a red-alert when you’re in a dead sleep.
Tucker: Please have a seat. :: he motioned to the chair in front of his desk::
Wren: Response
Marty waited until they were settled into the chair, which were the most uncomfortable seats aboard the Ronin; he’d have to talk to Gunny about some chairs that aren’t torture devices and are probably against the Khitomer Accords.
Tucker: So how’d it go for you, Ensign? Any major problems or areas we could improve in the field to help us reach our goals faster and more efficiently?
Wren: Response
TAGS/TBC