Season 11 - Episode 1: Old Dogs & New Tricks

[Alexander Wu]

Executive Officer's Log, Stardate: 70348.0. Commander Alexander Wu reporting:

This was a position I never thought I'd find myself in be possible, for a multitude of reasons. Why Starfleet decided to promote me to Commander and promptly assigned me the post of XO I will never understand. There were so many others more capable who peeved off less Admirals, like Eli and Waring and Sukal. Fleet Chief Sukal for crying out loud. Not to mention the fact that this crew is new only by association. The majority have served in the past, and are veterans in every regard. This is the role I've been selected to hold now though, and I will fulfill it to the best of my very limited and crotchety abilities.

Oh, and it's good to be back on a fighting ship. Discovery-A. I thought I'd never see her in one piece again. But here she is with a new back and new everything else, hopefully for a long time too. Maybe it's a second chance for the both of us.

We've been ordered to the Kadzir Corridor, a previously unexplored and only vaguely charted sector. Stellar cartography ought to be happy, they'll get to name rocks and space dust to their hearts content. As for everyone else, they'll get to enjoy days worth of klaxons and drills. We should be arriving shortly.

End log.

[Bridge]

For the umpteenth time, Alex got a sense of deja-vu as he glanced about the bridge from his perch. It wasn't so much as his surroundings; the bridge had been radically updated inline with the current Starfleet standards and ergonomically sound technology. Nor was it the periodic murmur of consoles and voices as the bridge crew quietly and efficiently fulfilled their individual tasks. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but something about what they were doing just felt...familiar.

Turning his attention towards his armrest console, Alex took note of the chronometer, steadily counting down to when the seat on his left would be filled. Enough reminiscing and back to work I guess. He shifted in his chair, straightening slightly before announcing, "All bridge stations, status report please."

[Safefta Pardek]

Executive Officer's Log, Stardate: 70348.0. Commander Alexander Wu reporting:

This was a position I never thought I'd find myself in be possible, for a multitude of reasons. Why Starfleet decided to promote me to Commander and promptly assigned me the post of XO I will never understand. There were so many others more capable who peeved off less Admirals, like Eli and Waring and Sukal. Fleet Chief Sukal for crying out loud. Not to mention the fact that this crew is new only by association. The majority have served in the past, and are veterans in every regard. This is the role I've been selected to hold now though, and I will fulfill it to the best of my very limited and crotchety abilities.

Oh, and it's good to be back on a fighting ship. Discovery-A. I thought I'd never see her in one piece again. But here she is with a new back and new everything else, hopefully for a long time too. Maybe it's a second chance for the both of us.

We've been ordered to the Kadzir Corridor, a previously unexplored and only vaguely charted sector. Stellar cartography ought to be happy, they'll get to name rocks and space dust to their hearts content. As for everyone else, they'll get to enjoy days worth of klaxons and drills. We should be arriving shortly.

End log.

[Bridge]

For the umpteenth time, Alex got a sense of deja-vu as he glanced about the bridge from his perch. It wasn't so much as his surroundings; the bridge had been radically updated inline with the current Starfleet standards and ergonomically sound technology. Nor was it the periodic murmur of consoles and voices as the bridge crew quietly and efficiently fulfilled their individual tasks. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but something about what they were doing just felt...familiar.

Turning his attention towards his armrest console, Alex took note of the chronometer, steadily counting down to when the seat on his left would be filled. Enough reminiscing and back to work I guess. He shifted in his chair, straightening slightly before announcing, "All bridge stations, status report please."

[Bridge]

The Discovery. How the hell had she landed a spot on the Discovery? It felt like one of the strangest digs back into her early Starfleet career that she'd ever experienced. Memories were had in these halls... if they could even be considered the same after the overhaul the ship must have had to bring her up to class with everyone else.

The crew... Safefta had little to say about them. There were new faces and there were old. She'd connect with the latter at a later time... but getting wrapped up in too many 'hellos' wasn't something she partook in regularly. Wu called for a status report, and she reconsidered. Perhpas there were some she'd actually care to greet soon.

"The tactical systems are running within accepted parameters," she stated. The shifts had finally settled themselves into normality after the initial confusion that was to be had for a new assignment, and most things had gone without incident otherwise. "The weapons overhaul that was performed didn't leave anything wanting." That comment was more an aside than anything specific. "Drills have been scheduled during our exploration of the Corridor, and all security personnel have been informed. In short, everything's running well."

[Sahiba Conley]

[Sickbay]

This would be a new test for Sahiba, when last she was on this beautiful ship she was just a science officer, an important role but she quickly learned how useful it was to have a person around to close a wound, or stop a seizure. Sahiba had had no less then two near death experiences on this ship, and had actually died once, and it had a real effect on her.
During her time off aside from taking care of Dima and Ser she devoted much of her time to medical school, it was a necessary change, part of her wanted to help all those around her, but the other was Sahiba was simply terrified of dying now, she used to be free from hat fear but it was quickly kindled when she looked into her daughters eyes for the first time, she had to be there for her, she had to know what to do.

Sahiba had been certified as a trauma medic, and in NBC. The latter being more likely exploring in space, there was always a risk of contaminants. breezing through her shift at the nursing station Sahiba read a Padd on recent medical advances, briefly looking up from time to time to see if anyone would come in for treatment, it was a nice slow day.

[Leela Kaz]

[Main Engineering]

The Trill sat at the main command console in the center of the engine room. She was excited about her new posting. This was her third posting now and she was looking forward to learning the quirks of a new vessel. She had heard that her commanding officer was also a Trill. She was quite ecstatic for the opportunity to share those experiences with another Trill. Presently, she was attempting to track down an erroneous power drain. It wasn't enough to cause any serious problems, but it was a point of pride for any engineer.

"Damn it!" She cursed under her breathe. She had been able to isolate the signal to one of the tactical sub-systems but hadn't had any luck isolating it beyond that point. That meant she would have to go through them one at a time. Perhaps she would be better equipped if she was more familiar with this vessels systems but that would take time.

[Eli Ferris]

Executive Officer's Log, Stardate: 70348.0. Commander Alexander Wu reporting:

This was a position I never thought I'd find myself in be possible, for a multitude of reasons. Why Starfleet decided to promote me to Commander and promptly assigned me the post of XO I will never understand. There were so many others more capable who peeved off less Admirals, like Eli and Waring and Sukal. Fleet Chief Sukal for crying out loud. Not to mention the fact that this crew is new only by association. The majority have served in the past, and are veterans in every regard. This is the role I've been selected to hold now though, and I will fulfill it to the best of my very limited and crotchety abilities.

Oh, and it's good to be back on a fighting ship. Discovery-A. I thought I'd never see her in one piece again. But here she is with a new back and new everything else, hopefully for a long time too. Maybe it's a second chance for the both of us.

We've been ordered to the Kadzir Corridor, a previously unexplored and only vaguely charted sector. Stellar cartography ought to be happy, they'll get to name rocks and space dust to their hearts content. As for everyone else, they'll get to enjoy days worth of klaxons and drills. We should be arriving shortly.

End log.

[Bridge]

For the umpteenth time, Alex got a sense of deja-vu as he glanced about the bridge from his perch. It wasn't so much as his surroundings; the bridge had been radically updated inline with the current Starfleet standards and ergonomically sound technology. Nor was it the periodic murmur of consoles and voices as the bridge crew quietly and efficiently fulfilled their individual tasks. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but something about what they were doing just felt...familiar.

Turning his attention towards his armrest console, Alex took note of the chronometer, steadily counting down to when the seat on his left would be filled. Enough reminiscing and back to work I guess. He shifted in his chair, straightening slightly before announcing, "All bridge stations, status report please."

[Bridge]

Eli sat at the helm, and listened to delicate hum of the ship speeding along to its destination. It was always a sensation, perhaps irrational on his part, but Eli felt a part of the ship, and its movements. The delicate tickle of the panels as he controlled the ship. The hum of the engines and push of inertial dampening field.

If he was imagining it, it was still a wonderful feeling, like the salt spray on the face of a seasoned sailor.

At the executive officer's order, Eli turned to Wu. "Sir, course is unchanged. We should arrive at the corridor within the hour. Main shuttlebay is standing by for drills."

[James Carter]

[Shuttlebay]

James had never been good about finding ways to spend down time. He always wanted to be active and doing something, even when off shift. Going to the shuttlebay was a fairly obvious choice to him, he had heard that the shuttle's had all been refit with a new weapons suite and he assumed that they probably hadn't been calibrated. Quickly he made his way over to the closest shuttle he could find and started working on it.

[Ashley Weir]

[Shuttlebay]

James had never been good about finding ways to spend down time. He always wanted to be active and doing something, even when off shift. Going to the shuttlebay was a fairly obvious choice to him, he had heard that the shuttle's had all been refit with a new weapons suite and he assumed that they probably hadn't been calibrated. Quickly he made his way over to the closest shuttle he could find and started working on it.

[Shuttlebay]

Ashley had been working on a shuttle not far from the one James started his work on. A long sigh passed over her lips as she came to a stand and started over to where he was stood. "Excuse me! You can't just come in here and start messing with my shuttles!" She yelled angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing anyways!?"

[James Carter]

[Shuttlebay]

Ashley had been working on a shuttle not far from the one James started his work on. A long sigh passed over her lips as she came to a stand and started over to where he was stood. "Excuse me! You can't just come in here and start messing with my shuttles!" She yelled angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing anyways!?"

[Shuttlebay]

A startled look spread across James's face as he heard Ashley speak. The young man looked over to the woman fastly approaching and smiled momentarily. "I was going to calibrate the new weapons systems. I assumed that wouldn't be a problem love." He said in a confused tone. "Who might you be?" He inquired having looked her over.

[Ser Conley]

[Shuttlebay]

Ashley had been working on a shuttle not far from the one James started his work on. A long sigh passed over her lips as she came to a stand and started over to where he was stood. "Excuse me! You can't just come in here and start messing with my shuttles!" She yelled angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing anyways!?"

[Shuttlebay]

A startled look spread across James's face as he heard Ashley speak. The young man looked over to the woman fastly approaching and smiled momentarily. "I was going to calibrate the new weapons systems. I assumed that wouldn't be a problem love." He said in a confused tone. "Who might you be?" He inquired having looked her over.

[Shuttle bay]

Ser sat waiting for the third of his diaonogsic to complete.  Ancient rock music played as he worked.  So he almost didn't hear the yelling through the open shuttle door.

"Computer, end music." he said as he made his way out of the shuttle.  He saw the pair standing by the last shuttle he worked on, and he walked over.

"Is there a problem?" he said then noticing the man's rank add "Lieutenant."

[James Carter]

[Shuttle bay]

Ser sat waiting for the third of his diaonogsic to complete.  Ancient rock music played as he worked.  So he almost didn't hear the yelling through the open shuttle door.

"Computer, end music." he said as he made his way out of the shuttle.  He saw the pair standing by the last shuttle he worked on, and he walked over.

"Is there a problem?" he said then noticing the man's rank add "Lieutenant."

[Shuttlebay]

James quickly looked over to Ser before shaking his head slightly. "Shouldn't be mate." He replied honestly looking back to Ashley. "Just came to get the weapons systems fully calibrated before I get to work on other things." He continued with a charming smile.

[Ashley Weir]

[Shuttle bay]

Ser sat waiting for the third of his diaonogsic to complete.  Ancient rock music played as he worked.  So he almost didn't hear the yelling through the open shuttle door.

"Computer, end music." he said as he made his way out of the shuttle.  He saw the pair standing by the last shuttle he worked on, and he walked over.

"Is there a problem?" he said then noticing the man's rank add "Lieutenant."

[Shuttlebay]

James quickly looked over to Ser before shaking his head slightly. "Shouldn't be mate." He replied honestly looking back to Ashley. "Just came to get the weapons systems fully calibrated before I get to work on other things." He continued with a charming smile.

[Shuttlebay]

Ashley shook her head. "We're suppose to be preparing for drills, we DON'T need someone getting in the way." She said before she forced herself to calm down. "I'm sorry lieutenant, but I have a feeling your time could probably be spent better somewhere else." She continued in a blunt tone.

[Ser Conley]

[Shuttlebay]

Ashley shook her head. "We're suppose to be preparing for drills, we DON'T need someone getting in the way." She said before she forced herself to calm down. "I'm sorry lieutenant, but I have a feeling your time could probably be spent better somewhere else." She continued in a blunt tone.

"You're right, Ensign."  Ser said turning Ashley.  "We need to preparing for those drills.  Walk with me please, Ensign.  Carry on Lieutenant."  Ser said walking off towards the shuttle he just came out of.   

[Arlan Opran]

[Torpedo Room]

It would be an overstatement to say that Arlan was totally lost in this cramped space aboard the Akira-Class Discovery.  It was a torpedo room, after all - though they were using the new high-speed quantum microtorpedo tubes and not the reliable old full-size autoloaders like the Nebula-Class Phoenix had in her pod - and like every one of the several Nebulas he'd been assigned to.  So he'd kept his hydrospanner handy from the moment he'd walked down here.  But rather than actually working, it seemed people down here were button-pushers and Engineers.  They'd never manually targeted a torpedo launcher in their career, instead trusting the Computer and Bridge guidance.

It seemed more like they were there out of habit rather than actually to do work.  He wondered what they'd do when the ODN feed from the bridge went down, or any one of the problems he was accustomed to happened.

Why had he ever been so stupid to take this transfer?  Oh, that's right, a little thing called loyalty.  Both Leela and his section chief, Pardek, had been sent to this cramped warbird.  So he'd followed them.  From someone whose entire experience was one Galaxy-Class and a few Nebula-Classes, he always worried he'd hit his head on a bulkhead somewhere.  But he was standing over a diagnostic panel, glowering at it when one of the enlisted crew who'd been here a while actually took notice.

"Ensign, is everything all right?"

"Huh?  Oh, um, yes.  Just feeling claustrophobic and disconnected."

"Oh, you'll get over that quickly.  When things really start happening, you won't even notice."

"I hope you're right, Petty."

He glanced around the room and tapped his commbadge when he realized he was probably one of the highest ranking people to set foot down here, let alone have this be his normal duty station.  This was a 'lower-decks' job, the kind people wanted to get out of, not the kind you usually made a career of. "Lieutenant Pardek, Opran here.  Torpedo room is ready fore-and-aft."

[Lizzie Vaughan]

[Sickbay]

This would be a new test for Sahiba, when last she was on this beautiful ship she was just a science officer, an important role but she quickly learned how useful it was to have a person around to close a wound, or stop a seizure. Sahiba had had no less then two near death experiences on this ship, and had actually died once, and it had a real effect on her.
During her time off aside from taking care of Dima and Ser she devoted much of her time to medical school, it was a necessary change, part of her wanted to help all those around her, but the other was Sahiba was simply terrified of dying now, she used to be free from hat fear but it was quickly kindled when she looked into her daughters eyes for the first time, she had to be there for her, she had to know what to do.

Sahiba had been certified as a trauma medic, and in NBC. The latter being more likely exploring in space, there was always a risk of contaminants. breezing through her shift at the nursing station Sahiba read a Padd on recent medical advances, briefly looking up from time to time to see if anyone would come in for treatment, it was a nice slow day.

CMO's Office

It had been a very slow day. This had left Lizzie with nothing to do except paperwork. While she could handle that is small doses, she prefered actually treating people. Then again, she thought wryly to herself, when she was doing 18 hour days with the MSF on some backward planet she would have loved some time to just sit and do paperwork.  Finishing the latest PADD, she decided to get a coffee and stretch her legs a bit. She went over to the replicator.

"Raktajino. Large, hot and double sweet!" She announced and moments later a large mug materialized in the dispenser. She picked it up and left her office into the main Sickbay.

Sickbay

All was quiet. Ensign Soreka, who was a certifed Trauma Nurse, was seated at a bench reading a PADD. She went up to her.

"Quiet shift Ensign?" She asked with a smile on her face.

[Sahiba Conley]

CMO's Office

"Quiet shift Ensign?" She asked with a smile on her face.

Sahiba looked up to receive the smile of her department head, Sahiba stood up out of respect and put her PADD back on the table, she didn't want to look lazy, "like could not Imagine Doctor." Sahiba said almost laughing at the sight of it, "This crew is currently avoiding sickbay like the plague, forty five percent of the crew has not even had their physical yet, all we are getting are "Duty got in the way" waivers". Sahiba said literally using her fingers to make quotations, knowing full well when she was in the science department she pulled the same stunt.

"Is there anything you could use my help on Doctor, please don't hesitate to ask, I would be more than happy." Sahiba said almost pleading at this point.