Star Trek: Starbase 777 - deck-8-hallway

She got off and took a long moment to throw a glance into each of the rooms. And finally, she went into her office.

She went to the airlock.

She picked up the pace to the turbolift, Mona had briefly stopped to assist an ensign with their status report or something. With deep apologies, she made her way out.

Taking little time L1 ran for the shuttle bay.

Stepping out of the bay she decided she should check in on engineering since she had no idea if they were still all right.

He stepped in with her. "I'm sure you run it just as well as Janeway would hope! With the passion you have for the ship and the way you get along with people, I'm sure you're an amazing captain."

She sighed but still held her composure. “I don’t know,” she started briefly looking at the floor, before returning her attention ahead. “I’ve only commanded her a couple of times, and this is my first command. It’s difficult to find a guide for this, but I guess there isn’t supposed to be- I guess I have to write my own guide. But there is something that sticks with me, something your favorite Captain said once: Keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship… and uh.” She had stopped and furled her brow in confusion as she tried to remember the rest of the quote. “Something else I can’t quite recall at the moment, I read it when I was Executive officer on the Triton.”

He stopped with her and then turned to face her. After she finished talking he softly placed a hand on her shoulder trying to offer some reassurance. "I'm sure it must be hard. It really must be, being in charge of a ship and feeling responsibility for an entire crew of people but, it seems like you've been doing great. Personally I haven't felt like I've been doing great ever since I got here but, I think we might be able to get through this together." He offered a wide smile to her once he finished speaking, hoping that he made her feel better.

She stopped as well,and when he finished his sentence she had placed her hand on top of his, she was moved by his little speech. “You’ve been doing just fine. Great even, you’re good with your words. Has anyone told you that? What you just said, it means a lot to me.” She said as she continued down the hallway.

He joined her as he continued to walk. "I really appreciate that, personally I've always prided myself as a bit of a motivator so it's good to hear some praise for it. I've never been the best fighter or anything but, I've always been great at training and making people happy. That's just kind of how I lead I guess." He shrugged.

“Have you ever thought about being captain of your own ship someday? I know you were strictly interested in security. However the ability to make inspiring speeches is a starship captain’s ability.” She was only half joking about this. They made their way to the turbolift the officers who had been working the night shift had sent them nods, one officer had even called the turbolift for them. Mona had returned such nods with her own and stepped inside the turbolift.

"I was indeed. Turns out a lot of the administration and organisational skills you get being CEO are transferable." Mo's sharp eyes analysed the layout of the ship, already making mental floorplans. "I read your file and it said you moved from Ops, so maybe we're similar."

“That’s right I was a communications officer. In fact I know four languages myself, I keep trying to expand that list but I never have free time anymore now that I’ve got four pips.” Caddel said as they moved into the corridor. The corridors as usual were relatively quiet, there were a few officers who passed by like usual when they were on their way to conduct their normal duties, Mona sent nods their way respectively. “So is this your first command?”

"Second. My previous was Station 420, and I was Deputy Commander of the USS Vulture before that. I know about four as well, technically, but I had to learn them quite fast when I made the switch to Command, so my accent and pronunciation is terrible. I prefer the translator in most cases; makes me look like less of a fool." Mo's attention was less on the people passing (they were her crew, not his, after all) and more the occasional wall-bound mechanical appliance, such as replicators or communications panels.

As the two approached the turbo lift Mona was quick to chime the mechanism before stopping to wait for the car. “As do most, the translator has become incredibly reliable in the past few years, but when it goes with the rest of main power it’s my time to shine. I’ve become increasingly talented at picking up syntax and grammar from other species, not programmed into the translator and interpreting the meaning of their words, obviously I haven’t gotten good at speaking them we all have to start somewhere.”

Mo stopped also. He was lagging slightly behind her intentionally, since she was the one who knew where she was going. "Then it's appropriate Captain of the ship actually goin' out and explorin' things occasionally is the one who excels in, uh... Let's call it improvised communications. I think I prefer a static outpost where I have more of an idea what I'm gonna be dealin' with each day. I mean, theoretically. This place is a bit more... Active than 420. Nothing happened there, ever."

“Oh really? Well I’m quite surprised, I heard those outposts are where all the action happens. Weren’t you the last outpost to refuel before ships head into the deeper unknowns of space?” Caddel inquired whilst waiting for the lift. She had never thought about what they get up to on those stations, she had only been on one other outpost before 777 and there wasn’t any time for static activity when you were training to enter the command devision.

"Well, you gotta remember 420's purpose. It's mainly for agricultural and medicinal supplies, so it was full'a botanists and doctors and such. Imagine if this whole station was half the size, just the Environmental and Research Rings, really - you'd feel a lot more zen, and so would any visitors who wanted to try any shit. Many of the doctors we had were ones that'd previously been in high-stress positions on other postings and transferred just t'help with burnout, so they never started anythin', and the others - y'ever met a mean botanist? I haven't." Mo scratched his neat, pointy beard in thought." I s'pose we did have a few rogue mutated plants, escaped bacterial disease samples, and the occasional important trade deal with Station 69 - you know, standard Starfleet shenanigans - but we dealt with 'em all with the same zen attitude."

Caddel nodded as the other Captain spoke, it sounded like paradise, however Mona quite actually preferred the larger posts with the bigger crews, don’t exactly see many of those anymore, starfleet likes smaller easier to build ships with smaller crews, sometimes she enjoyed the good old days. “Really? You make it sound like paradise, I might transfer.” Caddel chimed after in a joking tone before boarding #ship-turbolifts.

Mo thanked Mona for the tour and departed to do station event things.

Caddel proceeded down the hall and briefed her officers on the situation quickly. Using her fingers to indicate and count out each and every item that the crew would be bringing. “Hand phasers, tricorders, medical kit. When we reach the crew we’ll have no idea what condition they’ll be in. And get ready for turbulence because I’m sure they’ll be plenty.”

"Acknowledged. And no worries, I'm not easily shaken." Ba dum tsh.

She snorted at the joke, but quickly regained composure and nodded in concurrence, still following along.

Sauk’s stomach felt uneasy as be set Shoe down so he could hold things. Someone Very Important was down there, and Sauk would probably shut down if he wasn’t still there so Sauk could carry him off into the sunset. He shook out his nerves, nodding at the Captain. “Yes, ma’am,” He squeaked out in a small voice.

“I’ll keep that in mind Ensign.” Caddel quipped back with a smirk as she proceeded into the shuttle bay.

She followed after the commander, making a mental note of what she would require herself.

Down the hallway…

In the time that it would take for the role player to come up with an interesting/funny transit post, Namika crossed the distance between the lift and the shuttle bay.

To the airlock…

He walked slowly down the corridor.

He walked briskly down the corridor, adjusting his uniform.

Renakir walked calmly down the hallway.

She threw herself out the tube, quickly holstering her rifle and rushing towards the hub. She looked around for the team she requested, not knowing if they were here yet.

[D]Moments later a team of about 5 security officers made their way out of a different hatch, dusting themselves off as they got up off of the floor. The highest ranking in the team, a Lieutenant, walked up to Madelii. "Sorry for the delay Commander, we got slightly lost on our way down here."

“Doesn’t matter, atleast you made it”, she had a slight grumble to her voice, as she lined up to the side of the hub door. “Ready weapons, on my mark.*

[D]The team lined up beside the door, three on one side and two behind Madelii. "Ready Commander."

She opened the door, gesturing for the team to move in.

She booked it to #ops-hub

She headed down the corridor.

She carried the Ensign to the turbolift.