ILLUMINARRPG: (1-0828- 0945)- FSXO/CCONN - Tempest Grey Wolf

[Charles Gatling]

Mission: Prelude
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.03.23

(USS Illuminar - Deck 2 - FSXO/CCONN - Tempest Grey Wolf -  0828)

The upper decks were littered with offices for Senior Officers on duty and
Tempest had one as well. Vic Montero had stepped up and proven his worth so
she allowed him unsupervised time on the bridge at helm. This helped her
catch up with things such as fighter readiness, shuttle maintenance and the
like. The Captain had tapped her as well for recommendations as to what
shuttles to offload while at sector 001. That was a no-brainer in her book
and they were due to move 4 off, primarily mid-range craft. With the new
Void/Sphinx room had to be made and despite its role as a diplomatic craft
they had more numbers than necessary. The computer pinged at the receipt of
a message and she looked up with a sigh.

=^=The Tempest has an audio message from the hotshot.=^=

She sat back. What could this be about?

"Play it please Luma."

=^= Morning, boss. It's me, Iceman. And before you ask, you can thank
Doctor Solice for that one. I don't know what I would have picked. But it
sure wouldn't have been a reference to an ancient movie so technically,
biologically and psychologically dumb that the instructors at the real Top
Gun docked trainees points for just quoting it.=^=

She rolled her eyes. The reference was from fighter lore about a group of
alpha males with too much testosterone and egos with near unlimited scope.

=^= Hell, it's like mentioning the Scottish Play to a Shakespearean actor.
Anyway, after clocking an hour on a Mark-I Spitfire and two-and-half on a
Mark-II Viper, I figured I could take a nap in the Pilot's Ready Room until
the oh-eight-hundred shift showed up. Well, it turned out that the shift
thinks that the alert system is a toy to be played with.=^=

Anyone who had come up through a military academy or having been exposed to
young men with copious amounts of energy knew that hijinks were in the
offing. Males it seemed had an intrinsic need to play practical jokes on
their peers, talk sh*t and just generally make a pain in the a** of
themselves. Tempest had been around a number of them. Oh! Add in their
general desire to bed anything of the female persuasion and you pretty much
summed up what was a mostly male society. She gave a disgruntled grunt.

=^= And yes, I know that 'telling to the boss' might be considered childish
by some. But I figured that if Starfleet officers can get away with
behaving like undisciplined teenagers, I might just as well go ahead a
reflect their attitude back towards them. Which so far can be summarized
with the words judgemental, self-righteous, arrogant and condescending. Oh,
and one last thing. I don't know how it works in Starfleet. But us
civilians are excepted to show up ON TIME for our shift...not fifteen
minutes late. If you want to yell at me, I'll be in the simulators. And who
knows, maybe my coworkers will beat my expectations of them and stop
wasting time with coffee breaks, ship's gossip and childish pranks. Iceman
out.=^=

She snorted and crossed her arms as she sat back in the chair. How to deal
with this? She had pilots playing practical jokes on the newbie that was
tattling to his senior officer who had better things to do. An espirit de
corps needed to be established. How to do that?

"Luma connect me with Strike Wing Bravo on Mars. Commander Strong."

=^=Does this have something to do with the message from the Hotshot?=^=

"Why yes Luma it does. Open that channel please."

There was a giggle from the speakers. =^=Luma do's.=^=

(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 - FSXO/CCONN - Tempest Grey Wolf -  0945)

She was standing by the main panel with a smirk on her lips as the
technician looked at her quizzically. She had ordered some modifications to
the 3 fighters aboard which linked their telemetry to the Illuminar
systems, those had just been completed. In addition their weapons had been
limited to mock combat status.

"Sir if I might ask..."

Tempest cracked a small smile as she reached for the alert klaxon and hit
it. The Captain and command crew had also been informed of her plan.

"Red alert, red alert. Bogies inbound from Mars. Ensign Dyson you will take
fighter one, Montero to Fighter 2. All fighters scramble to intercept. You
have 2 minutes gentlemen to engage the enemy. Any who are late will be
listed as casualties.  Greywolf out."

The tech looked at her with wide eyes and laughed. "Who are the bogies?"

"Bravo squadron." Was her reply.

"Good luck to our guys, they'll need it." The man laughed.

(Reply: Dyson, Montero)

Tempest then slipped out the door, she had fighter 3, was already dressed
for the maneuver and would be waiting in her craft long before they pelted
into the shuttlebay.

(Reply: Dyson, Montero)

Posted by Charles G






Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."
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