Relief

Posted on 08 Jan 2016 @ 6:14pm by Lieutenant Commander Roget del Rosario & Commander Terry Walsh & Lieutenant Hictus Dicon

759 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Rude Awakening
Location: USS Black Hawk || Deck 15
Timeline: MD 9 || 1155 hours

Having just left Geisler in a room alone with Kos, Roget stepped out of the Security Complex. He tapped his comm badge. "Commanders Walsh, Niequist, Lieutenant Dicon, report to Transporter Room Two."

Terry had been in Sickbay for about ten minutes when the comm system sounded. He had just been called to Transporter Room Two. Commander Walsh excused himself and left the area. He then tapped his commbadge, “Walsh here, on my way.”

Dicon had been at work repairing a busted when he heard the summons. He tapped his combadge "(i)=/\= Sure, just let me finish patching this ship up for the fifth time" Dicon hefted his pistols into their holsters.

Niequist was a little surprised to be called to away duty. It's not exactly common on the list of things a Science Officer would be required to do with a rogue Federation ship. Which likely meant she was going to be called on for her other skills. So Niequist grabbed a custom toolbelt—it had been a gift from a friend aboard the Harbinger—as well as her scientific tricorder, and made her way down to the transporter room.

As he walked down the corridor to the transporter room, he thought about the evidence against the Black Hawk's Executive Officer. There was no love lost between Roget and Kos. Despite his feelings about her, he wasn't convinced that she was a traitor. He knew he needed to uncover whomever it was that was framing Kos. He needed to thank that person for making his job easier.

He entered the transporter room and waited for Walsh, Niequist, and Dicon.

Terry entered the transporter room and noticed the Security Chief standing there. “Commander del Rosario.”

He inclined his head slightly to the squadron commander.

Once all three officers were present, Roget began. "Commander Walsh, you are to report to the O'Carroll and assume command. Mister Bast is already there. Commander Niequist and Mister Dicon will accompany you. Any questions?"

Walsh was surprised. Primarily that he was being asked to assume command of the ship he’d just been battling, but also that the order was coming from Commander del Rosario. Both of those could have easily been done by the Black Hawk’s First Officer. But now wasn’t really the time. Del Rosario was a straightforward man.

“I’ve got one,” Terry said. “Once I assume command of the O’Carroll, what are Captain Geisler’s general orders?”

"Repair the damage you and your squadron did to the O'Carroll. Then assist the Black Hawk with inspecting and repairing the convoy." Roget looked at the trio of officers. "Anything else?

Niequist glanced to the nervous squadron commander and arched a brow, then shook her head before looking back to Roget. "Someone is going to need to coordinate all of the efforts aboard that ship. Will you be coming to serve as First Officer, or should I assume those duties until relieved?" Niequist asked uncertainly.

He hadn't gotten to know Niequist at all. Not one to make friends, del Rosario did still try to get a little face time with all of the senior officers. It gave him a chance to figure them out some, to get into their heads. Made his life easier in the long run. "My duties require me to remain here. With...recent events," he said, careful not to volunteer any information he wasn't ready for general consumption, "I find myself with additional responsibilities."

Terry had only been recently promoted and assigned as the new squadron commander. He wasn’t sure about being pulled off of it so soon. “Okay, I know how this is about to sound, Commander. But please don’t take it like that. Is the Captain good with me being pulled away from the fighter squadron, what with me only recently being assigned to command it? I have people that can handle it, but....” He let his voice trail.

"Mister Walsh, you would not have been chosen for this assignment if anyone thought you weren't capable. This is more important than the squadron. Right now, at least. Take this for what it is: an exercise in trust."

The brawny squadron commander let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, sounds good.” Terry stepped up on the transporter pad. “I’m ready when you are.”

Imráe stepped up next to Terry on the transporter pad, then shrugged at him. "Don't worry about it, Commander. I'm sure we won't be there long.

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