Damage Control

Posted on Fri Nov 11th, 2011 @ 11:52pm by Chief Petty Officer Hugh O'Reily Jr.

253 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Mission 77 - No Time for the Dishonored
Location: USS Yorktown: Bridge
Timeline: Present

ON:

The panel popped and fizzed, blowing sparks clear across the bridge. Hugh picked himself off the deck, a frustrated curse leaving his mouth. "Transfer tactical operations solely to Tactical Station One. Two is out for the count." O'Reily barked.

Despite the chaos of the damaged bridge, Chief O'Reily was home. It was in the fires of the Dominion war that the now grizzled veteran first cut his teeth as a damage control and search and rescue specialist. So, despite the frustrations that came with it, in a large way the Chief was comfortable with the situation.

What he wasn't comfortable with was the surprise of the rogue Klingons.
During the war, it was expected to be prepared for the unexpected. The Dominion was nothing like the Federation had ever come across before. They were smart, cunning, and had more than a few technological advantages over the Federation and her allies. Added to that, O'Reily and his other search and rescue team members had to adapt to more than their fair share of surprises.

Oh how the years had dulled his senses.

O'Reily was expecting fanatical colonists led by outlaw renegade Starfleet officers and their pirate counterparts. Instead...Klingons.

"Science station is down too, Chief." Said one of the bridge crew to him.

O'Reily nodded, and turned his attention to the science station. "We'll just see about that." He popped open a panel below the science station, and began to work.

OFF: Short, I know. Would anyone on the Yorktown like to JP?

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