(( Main Engineering, Deck 20 ))
The final stop on Aron and Geoff’s Thor tour was Main Engineering, where they found their final awardee tinkering at a station. Again, their approach was enough to grab his attention.
Kells: At ease, Lieutenant. We were just looking for you.
Aron indicated the fernwood box that Geoff held, and the two ribbons that remained within.
Teller: That pet of yours around? I don’t want the Captain getting mauled.
Yang: Response
Kells: They’re both yours -- you’ve earned them. The Joint Meritorious Unit Award and the Operation Safe Harbor Service Medal, both of which recognize your exemplary service aboard the Thor during this past mission. You’re a wizard, Mr. Yang.
Teller: Excellent work, Mr. Yang. You were very helpful during our time in the nebula, and I’ve come to value your frank way of expressing yourself.
Yang: Response
Kells: Oh, no, I don’t want to interrupt any more than I already have. Please continue, and congratulations.
Teller: Once again, well done, Mr. Yang.
Yang: Response
Aron and Geoff left the lieutenant to return to his work, and returned to the turbolift. For the first time in the last hour or so, Aron didn’t know where he was going to order it to go.
(( Turbolift ))
Kells: Well, I think that was fairly successful, don’t you?
Geoff’s legs were burning like he’d just run the Academy marathon, yet somehow the Captain looked more energized and focused. The tour of the ship had revitalized the man and the Captain looked like himself again.
Teller: Absolutely sir, a rousing success. The crew enjoyed it, and I think it was wise for you to get around a bit. Seems to have been good for you as well, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Kells: It was, really.
Not only had Aron been able to see more of the ship than he’d managed in the last few months, it had also been fine to connect with his senior staff -- especially after the previous mission.
Teller: Actually sir, I wanted to thank you. I never realized how much I would enjoy being able to give out these awards. It’s...deeply meaningful. Funny how much emotion can go into a little fabric and metal.
Kells: And we managed to surprise everyone, I think. Which just means we’ll need something better in future. Any ideas?
Teller: Next time? ::Geoff groaned, his calves aching:: Next time I’m replicating roller skates. Or we’re just beaming these to people.
Kells: But then we wouldn’t get to see their faces. Unless we have the computer record following beam-in…?
The laughter of the two men was interrupted by a chirp of the Captain’s comm.
Kowalski: =/\= Bridge to Captain Kells. =/\=
Kells: =/\= Go for Kells. =/\=
Kowalski: =/\= Sir, you’re needed on the bridge. Long range sensors have detected an energy reading on an unusual frequency. The universal translator is having a hard time with it, but we believe it’s a distress signal. =/\=
Kells: =/\= I’ll be right there. =/\=
Kowalski: =/\= Understood, we’ll be standing by for your arrival sir. Bridge out. =/\=
Teller: I guess this means leave is over.
Kells: Well, we are a long way from the rest of the fleet. Maybe we just didn’t hear it?
Aron wasn’t even slightly serious, but there was a small -- a very small -- part of him that regretted that he wasn’t.
Geoff smirked and came to attention.
Teller: ‘Attention Starfleet Command - we monitored a distress call near our location but decided we’d rather hang around and drink springwine, it’ll probably work itself out..’ ::Geoff sighed theatrically and shook his head, defeated.:: You’re right, I don’t think they’d go for it.
Kells: Better lock ourselves in, then. Time for another adventure.
[End]
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Commander Geoffrey Teller
Executive Officer
USS Thor - NCC 82607
Commodore A. Kells, Commanding
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Fleet Captain Aron Kells
Commanding Officer
USS Thor
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SB118 Captains Council Magistrate (so ask me anything!)
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