Crewman crewman crewman one star & stripes

Posted on 09 Jun 2016 @ 11:08pm by

1,358 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Risky Business
Location: Starbase Unity
Timeline: MD8

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| Enlisted Quarters
| 1733 Hours

Samantha stood outside, wondering what she was going to get. She straightened up her clothes to make herself more presentable, dusted off her boots. Her bra strap was a pain in the rear and she knew that she should have worn the other ones but that's not something you want to tell seven enlisted crew. Reminisces to an old Police Academy movie from the twentieth century. She stood and placed her hands behind her back; the corridor was a wide one and several other base crew were going up and down that corridor; they'd brace up as they went by her and she nodded at them. Some came in twos and threes and again, a nod and in the end, she was loving the responses. She felt, that when she went into officer training; she had more fun and frolics being in the bottom ranks than she did any higher. There was no responsibility except for yourself and a handful of others. She could get drunk with them, end up in places she's never been; been in a holding cell for a misdemeanour so being in the enlisted ranks meant just gave her flashbacks of the good times. The look at other young people walking by, clueless as to what's ahead of them; some with their head switched on......they know what they're doing. And the others with a chip on their shoulder that needed a little bit of errr 'Re-Education'.
Samantha waited and soon, she saw the seven come around the corner, with bags in hand and towing cases.

The Petty Officer stopped at her, "Senior Chief Hanson?"

"That's me."

"Oh, thought you were a guy." He replied as he saw the muscles on her arms.

"Yes.....well." 'Note to Self, look more feminine not to make the Alpha males look like they need to go to the gym more often.' They entered the mess and picked a bed to drop their things and each of them stood by their bed. Samantha waited for them all to stand to attention.

"Good, at ease. I'm SCPO Hanson, Chief of the Boat for the USS Blackhawk. Welcome aboard Starbase unity. The Chief Ops and various other departments have chimed in their requests for staff assistance. Therefore I have given you some assignments as well as checked what you were trained in to do which assignment. I hope you all fit to the assignments, here's the people you will report to." Samantha handed them a PADD each. "Zero eight hundred sharp."

"Yes ma'am." Samantha just remembered that she has a tactical appointment over at security.

"Oh, anyone in tactical?" One nodded, "Okay, walk with me."

"The rest of you dismissed." Samantha left the mess and headed down the corridor, she saw the CMC walking up. She thought, 'I hope he doesn't bother me or realise that some of my enlisted are present' She braced up as he passed the CMC. He put his hand up, "Whatever area of dreamland, you're sitting on senior chief petty officer. I will not speak to any of your own in reference to your record thus far. You'll be off this base soon so I wont be seeing you ever again." The CMC then walked on and Samantha breathed a sigh of relief that he was going to keep his knowledge to himself. She knew one day, her history would come out but not this day. She continued to walk away and headed for the turbo lift; she thought, a longer walk to gather her thoughts was better than going straight into work. But she had the crewman with her, "So what do they call you?"

"Crewman Cochese ma'am." He replied as he was trying to keep up with Samantha. Samantha noticed and slowed down slightly.

"New new crewman?" Samantha knew he was very new but just wanted to kick a conversation rolling as it was a long way to security/tactical.

"Yes ma'am, fresh out of the crew churning machine."

"Oh is that what they call it now?" Samantha laughed. The old names for the academy, boot camp, production assembly, hell hole, boy scouts meeting. It really depends on the various experiences that previous recruits have had when they go through training.

"What made you join Starfleet?" The crewman asked.

"I joined the marines a long long time ago. I was very young, as young as you; a spring chicken ready to grow up to be a Cockrell so as to speak. Joined the marines as a marine and went and did the training; it was quite arduous and there were plenty of times when I wanted to leave. But got through the other end and managed to adjust to the new life." Samantha explained.

"Was it interesting?" The crewman looked up.

"It was both interesting and dead boring. Like any other job; things are never interesting all of the time. Nothing like a good fight in the mess over a spilled drink with a klingon.....a prank we'd set up; those were the good old days....sorted in house.....well most of it, spend time in the brig for that." Samantha stopped, "But I don't want you to follow those ways; Marines has changed, tolerances have changed, even the uniform has changed." Samantha quite liked the newer uniform compared to the old all in green ones as they were so tight; wasn't a lot of free movement. She was relieved when they brought out the new stuff.

|Tactical area.

They both approached the glass doors with the starfleet security roundel on the front; the doors opened and they both went in. The area was small and there wasn't much electronics to play with for both of them as it was a fully manned department. So phasers, sensor array since they can detect cloaked vessels (OOC: I'm referencing from the Unity One but have an issue with the main armament). There is an ability to fire torpedoes but the equipment is here but not the fitting so I suppose we could have a look." Samantha looked at the disused console with the LCARS display and several errors. "Hm, must be using that for training. A pet project so as to speak. Nothing wrong with that.....come." Samantha went through with firing phasers, utilising the sensor array and targeting sensors to apply to a target, calculate speed and distance of the target and calculate the speed and angle that the firer is firing at.
"So for further explanation of this, there's the target up there, travelling at impulse speed, three hundred meters above the station and a decreasing angle of seventy five degrees to zero which is *points* there or where we are. So we're zero and behind is three sixty and that's the Y axis, X axis is in meters from zero to + or minus. But the computer targeting array does most of this for you; you just need to know when to fire. Computer takes you so far but couldn't fire for you as the opponent, isn't a computer and this is where tactical ability comes in it. Can you perceive that this ship here is going to end up there so you can fire at it. The captain might be so experienced that you're not going to get a chance to fire. Ask any fighter pilot or naval gun turret operator. Oops, you can't, we don't have naval sea going battleships any more." Samantha smiled and thought of an idea on the holodeck.

"=/\= Senior Chief Hanson, your transport is arriving in five days, destined for the Blackhawk. =/\="

"=/\= Thank you =/\=" Samantha thought she'd get the crew ready to leave, after she's done with working in tactical. Samantha continued with tactical working and refresher training as she hasn't worked there for a long long while. Though the training is coming back to her but the systems have changed with every upgrade. So she thought that a trip to the holodeck to access a training module after work, would suffice.

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OOC: Couldn't comment on Starbase Unity's armament as there wasn't much data available. So kept it to a minimum.

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