Arriving on Scene
Posted on Mon Jan 24th, 2022 @ 11:51pm by
402 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission: Not All Changes Are Welcome.
Ears perked up as call came in about Agincourt being hit. She moved to the nearest scanners as she gave orders. "Battle station! Condition Red. Shields raised once we exit warp." Turning to Ravenloft. "Exit warp several hundred kilometers from Agincourt. warp 7"
"Aye aye!" Ravenloft responded as she inputted the coordinates into the nav console and got the ship moving.
Ayla turning to Thomas. "Either you can stay on the Bridge or Oversee the Infirmary getting prepped to receive the wounded."
"Not a snowballs chance in a volcano, that I'm staying here. I'll be back if there are injuries on the bridge. She waddled out as fast as her body could move.
Winters scrambled out of her temp bunk, yelling at her troops to get ready for anything. From Damage control, repelling boarders and even E.V.A. from Barham. "Sgt Winters here, Detachment ready for action." She sent up via combadge to Ayla as she watched her troops quickly secure their gear and help each other out in getting mission ready. She nodded with satisfaction as the troops responded.
Ayla paced the Bridge as her tail whipped behind her. Eyes darting over the area. Ears fully extended and swiveling to catch all prevalent sounds, mutters of conversation. She hoped her husband, mate and father of Miracle was alive and healthy.
Eyes narrowed with an evil gleam, realizing she had ship, crew to extract revenge if anything brought harm to her mate. Ayla perched on the edge of the Center chair in anticipation and worry for her Mate.
"Everybody comes through sickbay. No exceptions. Everybody gets scanned and blooded before they leave to their duty station. " Acacia ordered, putting it through to the transport er officer too.
What seamed forever to Ayla, the Barham arrived on scene. Taking in the number of fighters and a very damaged Agincourt. Ayla fidgeted letting the bridge crew do their jobs.
"Drop Shields to stand by!" Ayla unintentionally snaps out to Tactical, watching intently as the Barham approached grouping of ships. "Medical! Prep to receive wounded." Once again worry making her snap out commands like a five-foot tyrant.
"Ready to receive."
Ayla opened hailing frequencies, =/\= "Squeak, Barham approaching and ready to receive the wounded." Then continuing. "Mate, Wez ready to lend a helping paw!" =/\= Worry laced her voice, letting slip the professionalism of command a bit upon seeing the condition of the ship her mate commanded.
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