CTO Lieutenant Sumner

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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby James Greenman » Wed Jul 23, 2014 4:17 pm

Great log, guys!
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CTO Lt. Sumner SD 11409.04

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Sep 11, 2014 3:25 pm

Lt. Henry James Sumner
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Stardate 11409.04 (T-1 minute prior to certain death)

So... are we about to shoot the Captain?
Do it! Shoot him for being an idiot!
It'll mean the end of your career.
Who gives a shit about your career? What about your life, and the lives of everyone else on this ship?
We can't shoot him.
Bullshit, we can't shoot him; hit him right in his meat-head face!
Seriously, we can't shoot him; if he's unconscious, he can't deactivate the self-destruct.
Well, then at least we'll get a little satisfaction before the end.
We should, like, try to stop the self-destruct.
How are we supposed to do that?
Eject the warp core?
Brilliant! Wait, no! There are fail-safes in place to prevent that.
Fuckin' god damn it!
Can we override?
It would take too long.
Shoot him, then!
What about the thing?
What thing?
You know, the thing! The thing on deck 12!
Oh shit, that thing...
What if we just, like, break the shit out of it?
How? I doubt we can get anyone there in a minute, even if we weren't about to be charged by the other bridge officers.
Weren't we supposed to burn the shit out of deck 12?
The drive plasma!
Awesome, a plan!
What are we going to do about the phaser?
Put it away?
That'd just look stupid.
Can we think of something clever for when they ask why we drew our phaser? Preferably something that makes us seem slightly less crazy than we are.
I think I can manage something.
Fantastic. Let's save the day, and then get court martialed.
Again.

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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Einar S » Thu Sep 11, 2014 3:33 pm

hahahahha "shoot him precious!"
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby James Greenman » Thu Sep 11, 2014 4:54 pm

Hahaha, nice log CJ.

Also, the secondary command processors are only required for initiating a self destruct, this one is already in progress. :toot:
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Aoibhe Ni » Thu Sep 11, 2014 4:55 pm

hahahahahahahaha! Brilliant!
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Sep 11, 2014 7:08 pm

Sometimes I hate you, James.
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Einar S » Thu Sep 11, 2014 7:13 pm

you guys do remember how the chain of command works right? Just since my suggestions went unanswered last week
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Sep 11, 2014 7:15 pm

I must have missed them; also, we only have one minute to work with.
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CTO Lt. Sumner 11409.18

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Sep 25, 2014 1:44 pm

Note: This log takes place a few hours after the rendezvous (i.e. before Suder's chat with Adalberto)

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Henry sat in the mess hall, sitting in the corner, munching on field rations. Sure, the newer Mark II Defiants had replicators, but he'd been feeling nostalgic after taking a leisurely tour of the ship. As he thought back, he wondered if maybe the decommissioning of the Pharaoh hadn't been where his career had started to go off the rails.

He'd been transferred to the Triton, where he'd had his exploding console accident. That had shaken him considerably; he'd had to be put in stasis, and the odd dreams he'd experienced had been troubling. He recalled developing something of a tremble when near consoles for some time after that.

After his recovery, he'd gone to the Seleya, where his frequent clashes with his XO ultimately resulted in a court martial. That had felt like a great indignity to Henry. Maor had gone off the rails completely; he was going to get civilians killed, so Henry had tried to stop him. He was stunned for his trouble, and ultimately gave up his career simply to not have to deal with all the bullshit anymore.

He'd come back, of course, largely at the insistence of Admiral Walker, an old mentor of his. Now, here he was again. He been over-zealous, perhaps, in his insubordination. It had been hard to not see a bit of Maor in Captain Griffiths, and perhaps that had been somewhat intentional. It made him feel... vindicated, to stand up to authority figures. He had no doubt he'd been in the right when standing up to Maor. With Griffiths, however, he wasn't so sure.

"He was an ass... you were right, you know." Kesh stepped closer, curved around the small table and folded herself gracefully into the seat opposite Henry. "Maor was completely wrong." She rested a cup of coffee in front of Sumner before sipping from her own. "How you been, Henry?" He smiled warmly at Kesh, glad to see her. They hadn't been in contact for a while, despite his intentions. He'd simply been too busy, as tended to happen when you tried to maintain friendships in different postings. It was good to know he'd have a couple good friends around, at least.

"I dunno," he answered, eventually. "I'm not really sure what I'm doing anymore, you know?" He picked up his coffee, nodding his thanks as he took a sip. "Griffiths... he's not Maor."

"No, no he's not." Kesh looked around her tiny mess hall. Enlisted crew mingled with officers. The din of animated conversation at chow time coupled with the low ceiling gave the room an atmosphere similar to a Klingon cruiser. She nodded to a crewman saluting her with a fork and returned her attention to Sumner.

"You fancy a real drink?" Henry looked down at his coffee and ration bar, which suddenly didn't taste like home anymore. He looked to Kesh and gave a simple nod. Five minutes later they were in her pokey quarters, and Kesh was handing him a generous glass of whiskey.

"So... I'm to cart you and your cohorts back for a court martial, I'm told", she started as she relaxed into the one sofa she had been able to wedge into the room. "Come, sit. Tell me about it." Henry accepted the glass with a smile, moving over to share the sofa, taking a sip before answering.

"How much do you already know?" he asked. She smirked at him. That was a good question. It pleased her to see him so on the ball. "I know what Medical knows, and what you're gonna tell me. I've been out of the loop recently. Had a thing to take care of." She sipped her drink, holding her gaze steadily on Sumner. He nodded some, glancing about the room.

"That would explain the SFI couture look you were sporting earlier," he remarked. He looked to his drink with a sigh, taking a sip before answering. "I thought the Captain was being unreasonable. I didn't understand why he wouldn't delay the self-destruct, and I didn't trust him enough to bet the lives of everyone on the ship that he had a good reason." He frowned some, glancing over to her briefly, seemingly not wanting to keep her gaze too long.

"I was a little extreme in my reaction, and pulled my phaser. Then I tried to redirect warp plasma to destroy the secondary command processor, and then I realized it wouldn't do any good, and then it all worked out anyway, and now... now I've finally killed my career all so I could feel like a hero again, I guess." Kesh swirled her drink in her glass and watched him for what seemed like an eternity.

"That uniform weights heavily on your shoulders," she observed finally. "Well, Henry, the primary responsibility of a tactical officer is to ensure the safety of your crew. Traditionally, you're meant to be the enforcer of the captain's commands. I see the conflict." She sighed, and rested her head back on the sofa. "If you had done that to me..." she shook her head, and looked over at him one more, "you'd be lucky to come away from it alive... If the captain says jump, you do it, even if he's pointing off a cliff." Henry just shook his head, taking another sip of the whiskey.

"I can't do that. Just the thought of letting people die just because someone with fancy neckwear says so makes me physically ill." He gave a long sigh, slumping a bit into the couch. "I'm not cut out for this job after all, am I?"

"This job... no," she replied softly. She leant forward and placed her drink on the floor, turning back to Henry. Her dark eyes held vast amounts of sympathy for the human sitting beside her. "Tell me," she began, conversationally, "if you woke up tomorrow, and you suddenly were no longer in Starfleet... what would you do?" He smirked, still looking at his glass.

"Sleep," he joked. He looked up, looking into the bulkhead as he thought. "Might hop a ship to Ira IV, see how things are going there. Then I'd go to Sigma Rho, see Sara. From there..." He glanced over to Kesh. "Wherever my whims carried me, I guess." She nodded slowly.

"Sounds like a nice, relaxing plan." She shifted on the sofa, turning towards him more. "You don't strike me as the kind of person who could be content with 'relaxing' for very long. Don't get me wrong, I understand the desire to step back and take stock, but..." She shot him a brief, full smile. "If and when that gets boring, maybe look me up. We could do with someone with your set of skills in the shadows." Henry grinned a bit, knocking pack the rest of the whiskey.

"An intriguing offer, but do you think I would do any better there?" He shook his head lightly, looking once more to the bulkhead across the room. "I can't let things go, it seems. Whether on a starship or an op, someone's going to give me an order I can't follow. Someone's gonna tell me to do nothing while people die. And then I go rogue, and then shit tends to go down."

"What if you were given a certain level of... independence? Mission specialists can be given a wider purview, you know."

"And they would just make me a mission specialist? Just for being a shitty officer?" Kesh shrugged.

"They made me one..." She let a silence descend between them, hoping Henry would mull over her words. "The Federation needs dissenters as much as it needs followers, Henry." She cleared her throat. "Well, anyway, it's getting late..."

Henry watched Kesh for a moment before standing and handing her the glass. While he was still wary of the idea, he was intrigued. There was no chance in hell he'd ever see Command in a standard Starfleet uniform. If he wanted to call the shots, 'mission specialist' might not be a bad alternative. He sighed once more and smiled, moving over near the door, turning to Kesh.

"Thanks... for the offer, the drink; hell, just for being the one to pick us up. I needed to see a friendly face. Someone who understood my craziness, even if only a little bit." Without warning she threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"Good luck, Henry," she said softly, squeezing him once more before letting him go. After a moment's surprise he returned the hug, smiling as she stepped back. He raised a pair of crossed fingers, his expression belying is lack of confidence in his luck. The door swished open as he stepped close, still smiling at his friend.

"See you around, Kesh."
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Re: CTO Lieutenant Sumner

Postby Einar S » Thu Sep 25, 2014 4:36 pm

good log guys :) I am interested in knowing what op she was running now
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