To Destination

Posted on Sun Jun 25th, 2023 @ 6:13am by Lieutenant Sheela Swiftpaws

392 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Ethics, Morals & The Prime Directive.
Location: Dreadnought

Once the orders came through to leave and heads out onto their first assignment. Sheela took second seat and let another pilot to get the vast ship into the proper vector while ship moved to a safe distance to engage into warp.

She took the pilot in charge orders, while giving advice and suggestions to help him to pull off the maneuver. Watching her screen and the others screen as flight orders shot through the myriad relays to destination to control the flight path of the big ship they was on.

Soon the Dreadnought gained enough speed to safely transition into warp. Sheela nodded to the Pilot in Charge. He nodded back and transitioned the ship from impulse to full warp, jumping up to warp 5. The familiar streaks of light as the ship quickly gain speed to travel faster than light.

The pilot crew smiled at smooth transition as Sheela stood up. "Helms all yours. Make sure the ship drops out of warp at the designated location in system. I'll be making my rounds."

Sheela was amazed at how she landed this job as Chief of a department aboard such a big ship. There was a lot work to oversee and she was thankful that she had arrived aboard way before even the first of the crews had arrived to get familiar with the main ships flight controls, all of the shuttles and oversee the various shuttles bays.

She hoped that fighter squadrons had enough room for their fighters, equipment, munition storage and the appropriate hanger bays for them. At least one of the Hanger bays was situated near the Marine Detachment to assist them if needed to be shuttled anywhere.

Sheela entered her office, moving to her desk to settle in and catch up on some of the last minute reports and to get them sent off. She smiled as she was looking forward to some time off after her marathon of hours scampering through the huge ship on various errands to make sure everything was in place. Crews assigned to compatible shifts, training on both shuttles and the Dreadnought itself.

Pausing at the in office replicator, "2 grilled cheese sandwich," waited for them to arrive and snatched the plate the sandwiches arrived on. She ate as she settled at her desk and began to get the last of the reports done.

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