The Restart Begins

Posted on Thu Mar 13th, 2014 @ 8:19am by Lieutenant Vilgi Morr

Mission: New Frontier
Location: Deuterium Tanker - Dockmasters Office

Refueling nodes at full extention. Contact in 3......2.....1. Contact successful. Engaging double fuel locks.

The Bolian occupying one of the auxiliary monitoring stations on the tankers bridge broke into a grin. He had arrived. His new home awaited. Swiveling round to face the center chair, this maybe a humble fuel hauler but somethings were always the same. "I think the time has come for me to depart. Thank you again for the lift Captain."   The officer in question, a Male Deltan by the name of Dalton Basset, turned and offered an agreeable nod. "Lieutenant Commander Morr, as I said I was going this way. You offer of help was appreciated and I wish you well in your new assignment."  

"Thank you Captain Basset." Vilgi replied as he rose from the station and exited the bridge area. Stopping by the common area to pick up his belongings. Where he was met by the ships rather affectionate female Andorian cook who came bouncing from the small galley and with a slight sing song tone. "Blue, Blue, Blue. This your stop? This goodbye for good?"

"I'm hoping not for good. Captain Basset says this is a frequent run for him. Also I'm in logistics here so a longer stop might be swung every now and then." He responded a wide grin creasing his features as he caught and held the woman for a few moments. Before pulling away and holding her at arms length. "But for now it is Tahra, I got to report in and this lot needs feeding I would imagine." Pulling her back in so they were cheek to cheek, before letting go, turning and leaving for the transporter bay.  

[STARBASE 80]

Weaving down the corridors Vilgi took note of the structural strong points that couldn't be altered, further refining the rough modifications he had in mind for this particular deck. His idea was simple enough, essentially combine most of the facilities he was used to on the merlin with those essential for starbase operations, and package them on one central location. While retaining the auxiliary control areas for an extra layer of protection and assurance.   Tapping in the code he had received along with his transfer orders, into the door control for the dockmasters office, a negative tone, he tried again, a negative tone again. Typical. He hit the call button and was greeted by a crewman who after a cautionary once over politely and correctly challenged the Bolians reason for being there.  

"Vilgi Morr, Lieutenant Commander, Logistics Chief. CoE." He responded with a grin. "I need to see an overview of our shuttlebays and dock facilities. Just to see what we've got to work with and what needs repairing." After a pause he was admitted, as he passed the crewman. "Nice challenge, keep it up. What they got you doing Lad?"  

"A ping diagnostic of the shuttlebay sensor feeds. I'm to compile a list of all those we don't get a return on for the damage control teams to conduct an on site inspection." He explained slipping hands behind his back and standing to attention.  

"Carry on, make an extra copy for me once your done."   Vilgi turned his attention to the warrant officer occupying the dockmasters spot. "So how we looking Chief? and really not the company line?"  

"A S#!t tip Commander." He responded simply as he transfered his attention from the dock indicator to the Bolian. "Corps of Engineer support is gonna be huge help. At the moment we're just about functional, as for extending our influence into the frontier. Not likely." The slightly graying and shaven headed veteran, as he swiveled his chair to face Vilgi and gave his frank assessment. "Lower internal docks are without power, it's not our end I've run every check and bypass we have, its a local problem for sure. I've held off sending teams out just yet. Young Ricar there is double checking satus of our shuttlebays. Competent young man, who ever had him first did a good job."  

"We need more like him. The Commodore will be arriving in the next few days. I'd like to have all the docks working if possible. She's bringing the Curry-Class in as well so a designated dock might be good." Vilgi explained running down the list of priorities he had.  

"I'll see what I can do. Commander you will have to speak with the Director of Flight Ops. I am not getting caught in a jurisdiction cross fire. She's set up shop on the promenade or that's where they've put her one of the two
" The Warrant informed him rather firmly, which given the circumstances the Bolian understood, he sighed hoping whoever was in charge of Flight Ops was flexible enough and this would not dissolve into a turf war that would make the job a little more difficult. "Fair enough Chief, I'll head there see if we can sort things out. Last thing we need is extra complications." Vilgi agreed with a flash of a grin, albeit a little forced. Before pushing away and making for the door. It was going to be a long process that was for sure.

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