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SD242012.02 - Duty Log - CO - "Coordination"

Posted on Wed Dec 2nd, 2020 @ 3:04pm by Brigadier General Jonathan Grey

463 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Escape Velocity
Location: Versailles
Timeline: Current

=^= Main Operations =^=

The room was quiet, with only three staff members on duty. With the pending journey likely to demand every spare moment over the coming week, the General had ordered the bulk of the crew to take advantage of the lull, and grab some rest.

Killing some time before an impending call, the General poked his way through a status report from the security department.

Oddly enough, and against all expectations, the number of civilians on the station hadn't really gone down. Even though tickets were at a bit of a premium right now, he'd expected several thousand to rush off the station as soon as their mates in the Civilian Council told them about the plans for a warp tow.

So either the people here were of hardier stock than he'd thought, or they were all just really, really poor and unable to barter passage.

He hoped for the former, debated siccing the marines on the price gougers for exacerbating the latter, and was deep in thought when the console before him started bleeping.

Waving a suddenly-alert lieutenant to remain at her station, the CO pushed a few buttons and received the incoming hail.

"Sah!" blasted the ever-deafening roar of Captain Makkat; the commanding officer of the Tristan and Isolde shipyards. Large as life on the viewscreen, she was somehow louder too.

"Report, Captain. How goes the travel prep?" inquired the General.

"As well as can be expected, sah! The 'yards weren't designed to go back in the box-ah!" the Captain boomed, causing the General to hear bells as he tactfully edged away from the speaker.

"But you're on schedule?" Grey pressed.

"Right you are, sah! Everything's flat packed or near-as, and we'll be ready to clamp onto the ring at T-minus-zero."

"Excellent. So no problems at all?"

"Oh the usual, sah! Some ships don't wanna wait, some try to start a fuss! We handle 'em best we can or ship 'em off to another dock, no trouble!"

"Good work. Any issues fitting the clamps?"

"Nossir! Versailles changes with the times, but we've always stayed on-spec, so the clamps fit like a glove. Can't afford to change the station much, as all our clients need to know what we can fix! Sure, an upgrade might make us quicker, but we'd have to get every single licence re-certified on the new gear!"

"Still a tribute to the past, eh Captain?"

"Oh, we've got all the new-fangled gadgets sah! But underneath it all, she's the same sturdy ol' gal she always was."

"Though perhaps a mite thinner now?"

"Aye sah!"

"Very good. I'll let you get back to it, then."

The Captain stamped to attention, cut a salute, and closed the channel.

=^= End of Log =^=

Brigadier General Jonathan Grey
Commanding Officer
Starbase Versailles


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