Tell Me Something Good

Posted on Sat Jan 1st, 2022 @ 4:04am by Ensign Breena Powell & Captain Nycolas Temple

Mission: The Gauntlet
Location: Shuttle Bay 01

ON:

Nyx took in a deep breath as the turbo lift arrived at its intended location, the doors opening swiftly. He was touring the Pandora to check the damage after the battle with the Alrakis Pact and their journey into the Nebula. He also had some business to take care of with the Shuttle team, something he probably should have done long ago.

As he walked into the Shuttle Bay, he looked around as the crew were busy repairing the support crafts. They had not been used during the battle but had still sustained some damage while the Pandora was under attack. Thankfully nothing too serious. The crew stood to attention as he walked by and Nyx gave them a solemn head bow in return.

"I'm looking for Ensign Powell," He called out to the assembled officers.

Breena scrambled out from under the shuttle she was working on. She tugged at her uniform, trying to remove wrinkles that weren't going anywhere. "Here, sir. Captain. Sir."

She stood as straight as she could, despite her general state of disarray.

"Ah, Ensign, how are the repairs going?" Nyx asked lightly, indicating around the deck at the shuttles.

"Well, none of them are about to explode." Breena flinched as her brain caught up to her mouth. "I mean, two of the shuttles are fine. The others are usable in a pinch, but they won't take you anywhere fast."

Nyx nodded, "That's good to hear. I know you've really stepped up lately, out of necessity. I wanted to thank you for the extra time you've been putting in."

Breena blushed. "Thank you, sir. I'm just doing what needs doing."

"Ensign, this is Starfleet. Modesty will get you no where." Nyx said, his tone only slightly serious. He pulled out a PADD from his back pocket and started scrolling through it, "I have your ID on almost all of the work orders. You've also been producing the repair schedules and liaising with Ops and Engineering for supplies. That shows initiative and leadership."

"I'm a shuttle pilot, sir. Can't be much of one if the shuttles can't fly." And there hadn't been anyone else. Most of the department was enlisted, and the orders needed an officer's signature.

"I get it, I get it." Nyx said with a slight smile. "So how about we make this more of a permanent thing? You ah running things around here?"

"Me, sir?" Unconsciously, Breena stood a little bit straighter.

"It occurs to me that we do not have a Chief for the Supply Craft team. It has always come under the Flight Control department, sometimes under Operations and Engineering, but that's proving to be... inefficient." Nyx said honestly, "I want someone I can call upon to ensure our support craft are being taken care of. I want that person to be you, Ensign."

The squeak escaped before Breena could stop it. She clamped a hand ot her mouth, only to realize it was too late. She droped her hand. "Thank you, sir. I'm honored."

"It will be hard work, you'll need to continue in the capacity that you've been doing recently on a more permanent basis." Nyx decided to hit her with the truth now, in case she felt like backing out, "In addition to joining Senior crew meetings when required. I'd also like you to come spend time on Bridge on Helm. You should know how to fly this bird, too."

"Helm, sir?" Breena's eyes went wide. Though, as a Flight officer, she was qualified. Technically.

"Of course! You don't want the opportunity to fly a Lunar Class starship?" Nyx responded, waving around slightly to the Pandora. "She's a dream to helm."

"I'm sure she is," Breena said. "I... suppose I've always seen myself as a shuttle pilot."

"And I fancied myself a Security officer." Nyx shrugged, "Times change, opportunities appear. Anyway, I'll let you think on it. Talk to Operations about moving to the Senior Crew quarters on Deck two or three, and they'll set you up with all the right permissions and access. I'm expecting to have a Senior Crew meeting after we leave the Nebula and before we arrive home. Any questions?"

"No, sir." Breena made herself stop and actually consider the issue. "I mean, not yet, sir. If you're sure."

"I am." Nyx said firmly, "Anything you're unsure about, you can speak with Lieutenant Commander Mindo, he is acting XO for now."

Nyx clapped his hands together, "Good. See you around, Ensign."

"Of course, sir." Breena watched him go, before she turned back to the shuttle she'd been working on when the Captain had arrived. "What have I gotten myself into, huh, dearie?"

OFF