Mission I: A Sail Past Jupiter

It had been a long and interesting day, not quite how Madison had expected it to be. She was still mesmerised by the large explosions and plasma "geysers" shooting out from the doomed moon which previously housed the Tzenkethi base, and now nothing more than various sized space debris which had impeded their path. Madison once again checked damage sustained to the ship and redirected Engineering and Medical staff to where they were needed most. Most patients were taken to Sickbay, while others with less injuries, were treated where they were.

She was glad the injury count was low, and the death count, as far as Madison was aware, at zero. Damage to the ship was also relatively limited to the area a large chunk of space debris hit the ship. Work had already begun on patching the damage when the Beta shift arrived to take over. Madison smiled and handed over command to the duty captain coming in, not knowing when or if Captain Quintus would return to take over or if she too had gone off duty for the day. She smiled at Janelle who was still working at her console. "Don't be too late finishing up now" Madison said in her sexy Australian accent. She smiled and winked at Janelle then headed to the lift for the short ride down to her quarters before Janelle could reply.

Madison was a bit worried Janelle was feeling too over-stressed. She didn't want to show it to the crew, but it did concern her somewhat. This was their first mission after a long shore leave and poor Janelle was already stressing out. She sighed as she stripped off her uniform and stepped into the shower. The tall young blonde rinsed and cleaned off her attractive body, as well as applied shampoo and conditioner to her long flowing platinum-blonde hair and stepped out of the shower twenty minutes later feeling much better than she had before. Maybe that's what Janelle needs to feel better -- a nice hot shower or bath. It always worked for Madison. If not, perhaps they could 'centre' in the arbouretum. Before he left, Atton gave Madison good tips on the optimal way to centre herself, so she could also apply that to Janelle as well.

After drying herself off, Madison slipped into one of her silk nightgowns; a nice full-length nightgown that went from her rather busty chest down to her long bare legs, courtesy of Commander Jetrel, or technically his wealthy 20th century alter ego he had in their mission to 1990s New York last year. Turning on the simulated fireplace, complete with simulated heat Madison picked up her holo-novel and sat on the love seat waiting for Janelle to come back home. It was some trashy romance novel about some long-haired knight rescuing a damsel in distress in medieval times. Typical trashy romance novel, but they were still run to read in times.

Before long, Madison heard the door open and watched Janelle trudge in. As they were both in a relationship together, both shared the same quarters which was larger than most given Madison's position as Executive Officer. "You should take a shower first" she said to the Andorian. "That always helps me out after a stressful day" Madison smiled up towards Janelle and pointed at the bathroom door with her foot, still reading her trashy holo-novel. She smiled again. "Let me know if you're still feeling shitty. I do know other ways to alleviate your stress" Madison giggled at Janelle.

Madison's

"Stressed?" Janelle gave her a quizzical look. "Well, let me break it down. Even though I'm the Chief Science Officer here my specialty is plant life, not gushing geysers." She sighed. "And frankly, I'm not all comfortable on the bridge. I'd rather be pruning than bridging, wait... than consoling, no no." She struggled to think of the words as she undressed nonchalantly. Without thought, she tossed her uniform into a glob of a pile on the chair next to the shower.

"I'd invite, but my antenna can tell you showered recently," Janelle smirked. "Too bad, as I could have asked for a double stress reliever." She laughed as she entered the sonic shower then closed the door behind her. The woo-woo of the shower almost sounded like white noise, but the waves of sound whooshed around too much.

"Ohhh this feels good," she moaned as the shower flowed through her hair over her antenna. Andorians had to worry a bit as the waves of audio could cause them to see colors and a general euphoria. There were settings for her species, but she often tried others for the experience. One unfortunate setting left her on the floor of the shower until she could press the button. While she liked, really liked, what it was doing at first, Janelle later found out that particular setting aimed at one spot in particular. It did not let go, and could tell it had her. That other species could take it a lot longer, but they had more control. Madison was not there to stop the shower either or join in.

"Are you still reading that series?" Janelle moaned again as the waves pummeled her body all at once. "Oh my, they should really feature this shower in a book. Ummm, computer, search for romance novels or erotica featuring showers, either water or sound." The computer chirped at the command. "Have you read the Andorian series 'Is it getting colder in here?' or 'Fivesome?'" Before Madison could answer Janelle bent backward to stretch out her back, cracking her spine and breastbone. "Pop pop...umm."

Bridge
Roughly four hours before team drop on planet

Master Chief Petty Officer Luca had spent the last seven hours -- three on duty and four on-shift -- going over the sizeable explosion that had taken out half of the Tzenkethi's little lunar base. That having been said, things were decently quiet on the Bridge.

One of the nicest things about Operations, which he had learned from at least four -- or had it been five? -- failed previous assignments ranging from lab assistant to yeoman-worst class, was the flexibility of the position. So for a good fifteen years and through the natural string of promotions he had worked himself up the NCO path to a job that kept his fingers in most of the pies among the departments and also gave him a rank high enough that he had the non-commissioned staff out of his hair. Transferring to a capital ship certainly didn't hurt anything either.

He still had the usual paperwork and medical investigations to file, but while all was relatively peaceful -- in spite of massive explosions -- and alpha shift got their rounds of sleep in before the next push to test the ion detonation on the planet. Reminding himself since he was, after all, one of Cunningham's own people and he would have hated for the XO-cum-chief to have to scold him, he sent messages to medical and psychiatry to schedule himself in for his physical and psych screening. Done and done.

In the meantime, while Ensign Whichever it was had absconded from the Bridge to do work in her own department, ranking NCO Luca was ruling the roost. He went through his checklist, looking over which departments to visit in with first. Security it was. Talk to the people housing the bomb that was about to go boom, then consult with science. He commed both to meet, not knowing whether to expect the Alpha Shift personnel still on the clock or their assistants.

(OOC, backtime your posts to before departure if you are on the away team).

TAG - Security and Science.

Bridge

McLane clicked his heals and looked at her, "Yes Ma'am.  I am anxious to start my new duty assignment.  It will give me a chance to use all of my security training, not just....", he grinned.  "I have also never had a duty station long enough to carry more than a ruck.  It might be nice to have a place to put the things I had in storage."  He also looked at her, "I am supposed to check into medical again.  They want to make sure that I am upright after the way y'all picked me up."  That little bit of Texas twang was still left in his voice.


He grinned.  There was a shimmer in his eyes, one that she hadn't seen since he was a young enlisted man.  He loved being the best and the strongest, but he loved the challenge.  When he was younger, he would have never survived a long term duty post like this one.  He spent 31 hours in a environmental suit only designed for 28 hours.  He was up and he was laughing.  However, surviving that type of experience is only part of it.  There could be after the fact medical issues that are hard to show up on initial scans.  Most security personnel hated to go to medical.  McLane was different, he had no problem going, as long as he got to finish his job first.  He saw going to medical as a way to brag about the stupid things he had done and survived.  

McLane had survived stab wounds, phaser blasts, once he got blown up by a concussion blast and his CO had to drag him out.  He had survived that experience and made a snide comment about how much she cared.  She had to do CPR on him.  If hardheaded was a super power, he had it.  If a smart mouth getting you into trouble was a super power, he had it.  His ears and some of his facial expressions looked Vulcan, but everything else about him was human, almost a throwback to a different age of humans, when they were violent, but also noble and proud.  He had an honor code that mimicked Arthurian Lore.