Post by Patrick O'Connell - Ops/Helm on Aug 31, 2015 14:16:58 GMT
Introductions and Orders
By Elle Jellico & Patrick O'Connell
Patrick looked over the PADD in his hands and reviewed the two shuttles in front of him. He had rought down from their storage hangers to inspect and calibrate, but it looked like things were in order. He ran his hands through his hair and looked over to the small man next to him. "Jerry, go ahead and bring up the additional food storage containers and emergency supplies. Might as well rig out these two N3s now while we have them down. Then mark in the system."
Jellico had been talking to the shuttle transporter officer about postponing the next flights in and out of the Onimaru. Their prisoner was arriving soon and she didn’t want anything to interfere with the delicate matter. She noticed the one officer standing and talking to another. She surmised it might had been the new Operations Manager whom she had not met with yet.
She walked over towards him, walking to approach them from the side so he would she her. "Mr. O'Connell?"
O'Connell looked up from the PADD and spotted the Captain coming in his direction. He nodded to the other officer, sending him on his way with the same PADD before turning to Elle and offering his hand. "The one 'n same ma'am. Lt. Junior Grade Patrick O'Connell, at 'ur service Capt Jellico." His hand twitched slightly at the elbow for a moment before solidifying again, though Patrick seemed to show no recognition of the event.
Instantly her posture turned into the 'Im the happy captain' form; shoulders back, smile sweet but not to grin like and her head slightly tilted to the right. "A pleasure Lt." She shook his extended hand and relaxed her body. "We are about to delay incoming and outgoing shuttle transport. I trust that does not interfere with anything you were planning?" She makes a slight hand wave towards both shuttles before them.
Patrick noted her change in posture and smiled brightly as he shook his head in the negative. It's great to have a Captain who can relax. "No ma'am, just took these 'ere ladies out'da shell fer a quick inspect 'n supply. Will ya be needin' the deck cleared ta boot?" He inquired as a young NCO jogged up with a PADD and handed it to O'Connell. He looked it over, his hand doing the same twitch motion before tapping on it and handing it back. "It's fine wid me to bunk 'em, jist move 'em ta deck 7."
She watched into his eyes, as he watched her. She began to think of a back moment thought then he started to reply. She looked with her eyes towards the bay doors hearing the last shuttle arrive and then back towards his eyes. She then heard the young NCO arrive and gave a head acknowledgement. "It wouldnt be deemed nesseary but the shuttle-bay will need to be cleared. I was thinking perhaps we could conintue our conversation as we head to the bridge for something I could use your help with?"
He nodded in his reply. "Jist a moment then while I'git the boys 'n ordar." He turned and gave a quick whistle, piercing through the noise and hubbub of the deck. "Miller, Franks, Jones. Git ta deck cleared 'n load these birds back 'n da nests. Git it done in ta next hour, Capt's orders." He spoke clearly though not particularly loud, his body turning with his speech on the three crew members until each acknowledged the command, and then he turned back to Elle and smiled again, his arm outstretched to point her onwards. "After you ma'am, ya never say no to a lady, and especially when the lady is a Captain." His Irish accent showing prominently on this last phrase.
She held back a grin but she couldn’t help let out a smile. "Thank you." She began to move towards the entrance of the ship which would lead them in the direction of a turbo lift. "When did you officially come on to the Onimaru? The last few weeks have been a constant transition of people and equipment, without my Operations Manager it’s been quite the challenge."
"Yesterdey ma'am, just got me transferred in to the station." He replied with ease. "Nit sure what the issue was wit me orders, seemed ta take a bit longer than ya'd think." He shrugged as they came to the tubrolift and the doors opened, which he allowed Elle to enter first. "But we'da been gettin' her up ta speed. Got some good 'uns who at least been keepin' record of tha requests 'n whatnot." Patrick paused in his speech and looked over the Captain again, reassessing her. "How's ta ship? Ready ta set sail I reckon?"
She stepped into the turbolift and waited as he entered. Once the doors closed she placed the command. "Deck one" She watched as the computer beeped and the command panel displayed the destination, then turning towards Mr. O'Connell to listen. "No matter the cause of delay, you are here now." She nods. "She's got a few things to work out before she can make the history books, but I am sure everything will turn out alright."
She paused. "Have you had any time to review the schematics? What I want you to look at is the Module Separation Program."
Patrick nodded. "Read 'em on tha way to the station ma'am. Interestin' ta me how they changed the primary separation mechanism to magnetic but I imagine it makes fer a smoother ride 'n less need on maintenance. What 'bout it though?" He inquired as the lights flashed on by.
"Its the first four decks of the ship, that whole unit is capable of becoming a oversized shuttle. In last resort a escape for command if this ship is evacuated or perhaps we need to secure the ship and the only way to do so is this separation. I am bringing it up because we are about to take on someone... I fear." She looked over.
"Computer, hold the lift." A moment went by but the lift drifted into a stop.
"This man is the first, of a very long time, serial killer. He murdered an entire ship, every single officer, to simply get the ship to a collapsing star. He did that because he believed that it would show him a sign."
"Before that, he slaughtered a Bajoran transport ship, because they altered the course of a meteor. To which its natural course would have destroyed a mining facility. He quoted that the destruction of the natural death was against his judgment and he felt no wrong with the dishonest death."
"He is a Bajorn and hes going to be on my ship in a few hours."
Patrick turned and looked at her as she spoke, his face not betraying any particular emotion but an eyebrow lifted up as listed off his deeds of death. "Well now, the laddy sounds like quite tha charmer." He sighed to himself and nodded. "W'ere we takin' him ta?"
She nodded slowly. "Computer, resume movement." She took a breath. "We're taking him because we have the only defense he cant hide from. Another Bajoran, Mr Mathews our ships counselor, a Batazoid. But this is why I want to see about this command module. Because if we begin to lose containment. I will take him myself to the meet point."
Among all of the reactions that Patrick had, chuckling was not one that everyone would think would be the most common response. But, he did chuckle regardless. "Captain, I appreciate the commitment to duty, but ta be perfectly honest wid ya, I doubt we'd be lettin' ya go with the maniac in da saucer section, much less a'lon, ya know?" He turned back to her with an honest look. "I've read yer file, 'n I wager 'ur a gal who knows her business, aye?"
Jellico knew his response would have entailed in this manner. Though the way chucked told her that he wasn’t cut dry starfleet but on the more relaxed side of the human spectrum. "This gal has know her business for many, many years. As genuine as I appreciate it Mr. O'Connell, as the captain of this vessel, each one of these lives is my responsibility... I'm not asking for this module, it’s an order in case these were to turn south. However i have the upmost belief that it will not, due to all the officers, including yourself, and their ability to perform their work."
Patrick smiled again and nodded. "Capt, consider it done. I dun mean to critize 'ur judgment, by a'ny means." He came off of the turbolift side that he was leaning on as he continued. "What I mean is, ya know as well as I do that 'tem Senior Officers sometimes do 'hings themselves which 'r better suited fer others. Trust me," he said, his face growing a bit more serious. "I dun't sign up fer a gig like this unless I trust 'da Capt. All I'm askin' is that ya trust meh if'n I think yer goin' too far on 'er own. I've watched it happen too many times."
She nodded in compliance but she didn’t stop thinking of all those that suffered at this man hands' and how if something were to go wrong...who would it be that paid the price. "Understood. So let's do a test run to at least say its for the records that all the bells and whistles work for the module. The actual transport shouldn’t take anything but 10 hours to get to the station.." She as well continued their conversation as they walked onto the bridge.
He nodded in agreement, noting the conflict that crossed her face as they stepped onto the bridge. "I'll git 'er tested in 'ta next 20 min', before 'he arrives ma'am." Before two young NCOs came to him, PADDS in hand.
By Elle Jellico & Patrick O'Connell
Patrick looked over the PADD in his hands and reviewed the two shuttles in front of him. He had rought down from their storage hangers to inspect and calibrate, but it looked like things were in order. He ran his hands through his hair and looked over to the small man next to him. "Jerry, go ahead and bring up the additional food storage containers and emergency supplies. Might as well rig out these two N3s now while we have them down. Then mark in the system."
Jellico had been talking to the shuttle transporter officer about postponing the next flights in and out of the Onimaru. Their prisoner was arriving soon and she didn’t want anything to interfere with the delicate matter. She noticed the one officer standing and talking to another. She surmised it might had been the new Operations Manager whom she had not met with yet.
She walked over towards him, walking to approach them from the side so he would she her. "Mr. O'Connell?"
O'Connell looked up from the PADD and spotted the Captain coming in his direction. He nodded to the other officer, sending him on his way with the same PADD before turning to Elle and offering his hand. "The one 'n same ma'am. Lt. Junior Grade Patrick O'Connell, at 'ur service Capt Jellico." His hand twitched slightly at the elbow for a moment before solidifying again, though Patrick seemed to show no recognition of the event.
Instantly her posture turned into the 'Im the happy captain' form; shoulders back, smile sweet but not to grin like and her head slightly tilted to the right. "A pleasure Lt." She shook his extended hand and relaxed her body. "We are about to delay incoming and outgoing shuttle transport. I trust that does not interfere with anything you were planning?" She makes a slight hand wave towards both shuttles before them.
Patrick noted her change in posture and smiled brightly as he shook his head in the negative. It's great to have a Captain who can relax. "No ma'am, just took these 'ere ladies out'da shell fer a quick inspect 'n supply. Will ya be needin' the deck cleared ta boot?" He inquired as a young NCO jogged up with a PADD and handed it to O'Connell. He looked it over, his hand doing the same twitch motion before tapping on it and handing it back. "It's fine wid me to bunk 'em, jist move 'em ta deck 7."
She watched into his eyes, as he watched her. She began to think of a back moment thought then he started to reply. She looked with her eyes towards the bay doors hearing the last shuttle arrive and then back towards his eyes. She then heard the young NCO arrive and gave a head acknowledgement. "It wouldnt be deemed nesseary but the shuttle-bay will need to be cleared. I was thinking perhaps we could conintue our conversation as we head to the bridge for something I could use your help with?"
He nodded in his reply. "Jist a moment then while I'git the boys 'n ordar." He turned and gave a quick whistle, piercing through the noise and hubbub of the deck. "Miller, Franks, Jones. Git ta deck cleared 'n load these birds back 'n da nests. Git it done in ta next hour, Capt's orders." He spoke clearly though not particularly loud, his body turning with his speech on the three crew members until each acknowledged the command, and then he turned back to Elle and smiled again, his arm outstretched to point her onwards. "After you ma'am, ya never say no to a lady, and especially when the lady is a Captain." His Irish accent showing prominently on this last phrase.
She held back a grin but she couldn’t help let out a smile. "Thank you." She began to move towards the entrance of the ship which would lead them in the direction of a turbo lift. "When did you officially come on to the Onimaru? The last few weeks have been a constant transition of people and equipment, without my Operations Manager it’s been quite the challenge."
"Yesterdey ma'am, just got me transferred in to the station." He replied with ease. "Nit sure what the issue was wit me orders, seemed ta take a bit longer than ya'd think." He shrugged as they came to the tubrolift and the doors opened, which he allowed Elle to enter first. "But we'da been gettin' her up ta speed. Got some good 'uns who at least been keepin' record of tha requests 'n whatnot." Patrick paused in his speech and looked over the Captain again, reassessing her. "How's ta ship? Ready ta set sail I reckon?"
She stepped into the turbolift and waited as he entered. Once the doors closed she placed the command. "Deck one" She watched as the computer beeped and the command panel displayed the destination, then turning towards Mr. O'Connell to listen. "No matter the cause of delay, you are here now." She nods. "She's got a few things to work out before she can make the history books, but I am sure everything will turn out alright."
She paused. "Have you had any time to review the schematics? What I want you to look at is the Module Separation Program."
Patrick nodded. "Read 'em on tha way to the station ma'am. Interestin' ta me how they changed the primary separation mechanism to magnetic but I imagine it makes fer a smoother ride 'n less need on maintenance. What 'bout it though?" He inquired as the lights flashed on by.
"Its the first four decks of the ship, that whole unit is capable of becoming a oversized shuttle. In last resort a escape for command if this ship is evacuated or perhaps we need to secure the ship and the only way to do so is this separation. I am bringing it up because we are about to take on someone... I fear." She looked over.
"Computer, hold the lift." A moment went by but the lift drifted into a stop.
"This man is the first, of a very long time, serial killer. He murdered an entire ship, every single officer, to simply get the ship to a collapsing star. He did that because he believed that it would show him a sign."
"Before that, he slaughtered a Bajoran transport ship, because they altered the course of a meteor. To which its natural course would have destroyed a mining facility. He quoted that the destruction of the natural death was against his judgment and he felt no wrong with the dishonest death."
"He is a Bajorn and hes going to be on my ship in a few hours."
Patrick turned and looked at her as she spoke, his face not betraying any particular emotion but an eyebrow lifted up as listed off his deeds of death. "Well now, the laddy sounds like quite tha charmer." He sighed to himself and nodded. "W'ere we takin' him ta?"
She nodded slowly. "Computer, resume movement." She took a breath. "We're taking him because we have the only defense he cant hide from. Another Bajoran, Mr Mathews our ships counselor, a Batazoid. But this is why I want to see about this command module. Because if we begin to lose containment. I will take him myself to the meet point."
Among all of the reactions that Patrick had, chuckling was not one that everyone would think would be the most common response. But, he did chuckle regardless. "Captain, I appreciate the commitment to duty, but ta be perfectly honest wid ya, I doubt we'd be lettin' ya go with the maniac in da saucer section, much less a'lon, ya know?" He turned back to her with an honest look. "I've read yer file, 'n I wager 'ur a gal who knows her business, aye?"
Jellico knew his response would have entailed in this manner. Though the way chucked told her that he wasn’t cut dry starfleet but on the more relaxed side of the human spectrum. "This gal has know her business for many, many years. As genuine as I appreciate it Mr. O'Connell, as the captain of this vessel, each one of these lives is my responsibility... I'm not asking for this module, it’s an order in case these were to turn south. However i have the upmost belief that it will not, due to all the officers, including yourself, and their ability to perform their work."
Patrick smiled again and nodded. "Capt, consider it done. I dun mean to critize 'ur judgment, by a'ny means." He came off of the turbolift side that he was leaning on as he continued. "What I mean is, ya know as well as I do that 'tem Senior Officers sometimes do 'hings themselves which 'r better suited fer others. Trust me," he said, his face growing a bit more serious. "I dun't sign up fer a gig like this unless I trust 'da Capt. All I'm askin' is that ya trust meh if'n I think yer goin' too far on 'er own. I've watched it happen too many times."
She nodded in compliance but she didn’t stop thinking of all those that suffered at this man hands' and how if something were to go wrong...who would it be that paid the price. "Understood. So let's do a test run to at least say its for the records that all the bells and whistles work for the module. The actual transport shouldn’t take anything but 10 hours to get to the station.." She as well continued their conversation as they walked onto the bridge.
He nodded in agreement, noting the conflict that crossed her face as they stepped onto the bridge. "I'll git 'er tested in 'ta next 20 min', before 'he arrives ma'am." Before two young NCOs came to him, PADDS in hand.