ILLUMINARNRPG: ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0437) CTO Ensign T'Mur

[Charles Gatling]

Dum, dum, dum! And so it begins.



Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."

On Sat, May 8, 2021, 1:33 AM Al Muir via illuminar-rpg <
illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:

> NRPG:  I’m working on a little side project here.  Just thought it was too
> quiet on the bridge.
>
> RPG:
>
> Mission:  Death in the Shadows
> Day: 2
> Stardate: 2446.02.02
>
> (USS Illuminar- Deck 2- FO’s quarters- CTO- Ensign T-Mur-0437)
>
> T’mur woke up to find herself still in the embrace of Sy.  At first she
> wanted to snuggle in and fall back into the comfort of  Sienna’s arms.  But
> her mind was restless and she knew that her body would soon follow.  It
> took a minute but she was finally able to loosen the betazoids grip on her
> without waking her up.  But she was still trapped, and that sensation was
> beginning to irritate her.  She suddenly felt a strong need to get out.
> Reaching over she got hold of Tigger and managed to wedge him between
> Sienna’s arms so that she could slide out.
>
> Finally free, she could still feel that urge to escape, so she went to the
> other room and pulled her uniform out of the box on the table.  She dressed
> and thought that she should leave a message.  That thought, in and of
> itself caused her even more consternation.  But she could not put her
> finger on the cause.  Finally she left a small note.  “Went for a walk.”
>  She put the note on the coffee table and left, completely uncertain as to
> her direction.  The door closed as she tied her long hair into a pony tail
> rather than the usual efficient hairstyle she wore.
>
> (USS Illuminar- Deck 2- Bridge- CTO- Ensign T-Mur- 0504)
>
> After wandering around deck 2 she could not shake the restlessness.  With
> little thought of being able to go back to sleep she decided that she could
> go to the bridge and observe the Gamma shift.  She stepped off the turbo
> lift and looked around at the Gamma shift bridge crew,  She caught the eyes
> of Lt. Gregory and nodded at him.  Walking over to the command chair she
> presented herself.
>
> “If you don’t mind Lieutenant,” she said, “I’d like to observe Gamma shift
> on the bridge.  I’m a bit…  restless.”
>
> (reply Gregory)
>
> She wandered around the bridge finally ending up at the familiar tactical
> station.  The Petty Officer, Sam Falcon, who was an excellent tactical
> officer, looked like he was doing some modifications to the lateral array.
> Then she looked at the display of the tactical station and noticed some
> changes.
>
> The hair on the back of her neck raised slightly, and she could feel the
> tension rise in her shoulders.  Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward.
> She could see that he was looking at the Plank scale blind spots, but to do
> that he had rearranged to the controls to other systems.
>
> “Mr. Falcon,” she said, not hiding her irritation, “could you explain to
> me why you have rearranged the controls of my tactical board in order to
> perform the maintenance task you are working on?”
>
> “Ma’am?” Falcon replied, surprised.  He had never had anything but
> positive interactions with the Chief before.  If she weren’t Vulcan he
> might’ve thought she even liked him.  “Umm… well Lt. Gregory asked me to
> help the science division with their work on detecting cloaked ships and…”
>
> “Do I look stupid to you Petty Officer,” T’Mur’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
>
> “No, ma’am,” Falcon wondered if he was about to die.
>
> “I can see what you are doing,” she continued her tirade.  “What I do NOT
> understand is why you needed to rearrange all of the controls in order to
> make the adjustments you are making.”
>
> “Well,’ he was losing the confidence in his voice, “it was more
> convenient, and I didn’t realize…”
>
> “You didn’t realize that if this ship came under attack and I were called
> to the bridge that I would have no idea where the controls would be and
> this ship might be irreparably damaged or destroyed.”
>
> “I… I…  had planned to put them back before…” he stammered.
>
> “I want them back now, Petty Officer,” she ordered.  He did not
> immediately move.  “I said … NOW”
>
> (reply any)
> (posted by Al Muir)
>
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