Lt Sasch Kresokova - Before Coffee, Nothing Works
Karen Morris
(( Aux Hangar Deck, Deck 8, USS Thor ))
Bleary-eyed, Sasch marched through the Auxiliary Hangar Deck, wiping the last traces of sleep from her eyes as she searched for her charge. She was supposed to be meeting Meris there to give him a tour of the deck and show him each of the shuttles. Who in their right mind would schedule a 0500 tour was beyond her.
She rubbed one eye with the heel of her hand, scanning for the diminutive Helmsperson — only to remember he wasn’t as short as she was. She grunted.
Eventually, she spotted Meris over by one of the shuttles. She heard noise, but wasn’t sure exactly what had happened.
Kol: Computer, log that the aft sensor array for the Mjolnir has been reseated following a sensor replacement, and the shield array is due for a few new couplings. I'm working on this crack in the hull.
Computer: Repair progress logged.
Meris: Good morning, Lieutenant.
Kreshkova: Meris! ::Waving at him, while walking the rest of the way over. :: So here you are.
Kol: Oh shi-
Kol: Owww.... Uh... Hi.
Caras: Response
Well apparently, someone must have been early shift happy, as Sasch saw her workout partner as well. She was glad that they were meeting in the hangar bay and not the gym, as she was still aching from yesterday’s workout.
Kol: Oh, heyyy... Yeah, I'm just... checking out the Mjolnir! I heard it was in a bit of a scrape, so I'm just uh... yeah!
Meris: What are you working on?
Sasch stepped up beside Meris, thinking they would start the orientation here in the shuttle bay, but they seemed to have already engaged … It took her a moment to remember the JayGee’s name … Kol … Yeah. Meris had already engaged Kol in conversation.
Kreshkova: Good morning, Meris, Lieutenant Kol. Hey Caras.
Normally, each name would’ve been chipper, but she’d only had one cup of coffee. The earliness of the hour and her caffeine levels were inversely proportional. 0500 was at least a three-cup morning. She didn’t quite feel human yet — though she wasn’t sure what species she felt like. Maybe Bajoran. They seemed grumpy enough at all hours.
Caras/Kol: Response.
Sasch raised an eyebrow at Meris’s tricorder scan. oO They must be a morning person. Oo
Meris: According to this the diagnostic, the sensor array is now operating within acceptable tolerances. Excellent work, Lieutenant.
Kreshkova: Caras, did you do somezhing to my baby here?
Sasch ran her hand along the scar as if soothing a wounded animal and raised her eyebrows at the Chief Engineer.
Kreshkova: She is scratched. You should be ashamed, Caras.
The green-haired Lieutenant mock-glared at her the Chief Engineer … or it was mostly a mock glare … time of day being what it was and all.
Caras/Kol: Response
Meris: What were you planning to work on next?
Kreshkova: How long haf you been vorking on zhe shuttle?
Caras/Kol: Response
Sasch crouched down to check out the repairs that had been done and gave a hearty nod. Then tipping her chin toward the CEO, Kreshkova stood up again.
Kreshkova: You should bring her over to engineering, Caras. She appears to know vhat she’s doing.
Caras/Kol/Meris: Response
Sasch crossed her arms and leaned against the shuttle. She told herself that she was propping the ‘old girl’ up, so she didn’t move. At the same time, she stifled a yawn behind one of her hands.
Kreshkova: Vhat is it about vorking on shuttles zhat you enjoy so much?
Caras/Kol/Meris: Response
Kreshkova: I didn’t realize zhat you vere a pilot, too! Vell, zhat is good to know!
Caras/Kol/Meris: Response
Lt Sasch Kreshkova
Mission Specialist
USS Thor
O240103SK2
It is an honor to fly starships through the deadly, beautiful, vastness of space. ~ Sasch Kreshkova