Are we there yet?

Posted on Monday April 23rd, 2018 @ 8:26pm by Lieutenant Huren Vael & Ensign Anaria Shola
Edited on on Monday April 23rd, 2018 @ 8:30pm

Mission: S1E1 - Not Until Tuesday ...
Location: Runabout Clearwater
Timeline: Stardate: 94307.58

Runabout Clearwater - Command Pod

A young male trill sat in the pilot seat calmly reading over the contents of a PADD and occasionally looking up to check that the auto pilot was holding them to the correct course. Behind him at the auxiliary station sat a similarly aged Betazoid woman rapidly typing across two consoles as information streamed in the three screens in front of her. Across from her a young Caitain woman had been working her way through a stack of PADDs sitting on her lap.

The trill looked up again, "Computer, time to destination."

"Time to destination on current course: 1 hour, 37 minutes, 21 seconds."

He got up and walked to the replicator, "Water chilled, and slice of pepperoni pizza.." A gentle hum accompanied the materialization of his request. He took both and sat down at the controls again, "Computer, are we close enough to establish a link to the North Carolina's computers?"

"Negative, the USS North Carolina's computer systems are not currently accessible to external sources."

He glared at the disembodied voice before rolling his eyes, "Blast, well that means the computer core hasn't been hooked into the long range communication systems yet."

"...Or the subspace data relay is still offline." chimed in the betazoid.

He glanced at the women then over to the other passenger and back, "Either way it will need to be fixed, Shola can you..."
"...connect to Utopia's database and try to downloaded the engineering logs from the ships computer core? Already on it, Boss." Shola smiled over at him hijacking his sentence.

"Thank you, and don't call me boss." he pointed at her with his slice of pizza before taking a bite out of it.

"You like being called boss."

He glared at her indignantly and then swallowed, "No. Terifan liked being called boss, I'm not her anymore."

She turn her chair and smile at him, "Hard to tell some times, but the log are now available to you."

He swiveled his back around and opened the log files on a secondary screen, "Now to see what state the ship is in. Computer, time to destination?"

"Time to destination on current course: 1 hour, 33 minutes, 49 seconds."

The Trill closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a deep sigh. He tapped the console gently to open the newest report. he had the rest of the trip to figured out how much needed the be done.