U.S.S. Bremen - 11508.20, Mission #68


USS Bremen - Stardate 11508.20 - Mission # 68


Su, Part 08

Summary: The beleaguered Bremen is left listing languidly amid the carnage of contemptuous conflict. To the port and starboard lie the hollowed, haunted hulks of the tyrannical Tzenkethi fleet. We join them as they receive a welcome message...


<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::steps out of her ready room, absently rubbing her arm:: All: Report.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Looks around at no-one responding, and shrugs before speaking:: CO: Looks like we are still dead in the water

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> CO: Here if I am needed on the bridge sir

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: Surrounded by dead enemy vessels

<Ops_Ens_Mor> CO: Captain, The Tunisia just forwarded over their intercept. Roughly 34-35 minutes to rendezvous

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::nodded:: OPS: Oh, good. You see one Tzenkethi wreck, you've seen them all.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: And it's not even like they carry any goodies for us to find.

<CSO_LtJG_shHruvek> ::arrives on the bridge, still pulling her hair back into a braid:: Aloud: Sorry, here...

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> *CO*: I'm ok sir, and here if you need me on the bridge

ACTION: The melted, nightmarish partial hulk of a Tzenkethi Behemoth spins into view across the view screen. Its mangled and sagging bulkheads and exposed internal structures are a work of hellish art.

<Ops_Ens_Mor> ::Chuckles to himself as he looks up at the viewscreen self: Hey look its sleeping, hehe

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::gives Jackson a thumbs-up:: All: Alright. I've been on the comm with Starfleet, and I have more good news. The Bremen crew, with the unfortunate exception of our Cadets still on probation, is to be awarded an Admiral's Letter of Commendation, and you'll all be receiving a campaign ribbon for your sexy dress whites.

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::pushes the comm button from engineering:: *CO*: Here sir

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> *ENG*: Get up here, Cadet.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Grins over at Sumner, wondering if she'll ge something purple for her efforts::

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::runs onto the lift and runs ti the bridge:: CO: Here sir

<CSO_LtJG_shHruvek> ::frowns:: CO: I guess that's some good news. I assume the commendation is for the war effort rather than anything we've been through.

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::moves over to Mor:: OPS: In addition, Mr. Mor, based on my recommendation, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, for outstanding service to the Federation. ::slides a pip from her pocket and hands it to Mor::

<Ops_Ens_Mor> ::Stands at attention, clicking heels:: CO: Thank you sir, its quite the honour to be under your tutelage and captaincy sir.

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::smirks lightly:: OPS: Save it for the grease girls, Lieutenant. ::turns and glances about:: CSO: sh'Hruvek, front and centre.

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> CO: Sir it looks like our engines are at 10% sir

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ENG: That's why we're getting towed, Cadet.

<CSO_LtJG_shHruvek> ::blinks:: CO: Ma'am? ::comes to stand over, shifting to attention::

<Ops_Ens_Mor> ::Smiles openly:: CO: Haha I've always plenty to save for the ladies Captain

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> CO: I understand sir but I wanted to let you know our engineers are getting better

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::looks to sh'Hruvek:: CSO: Lieutenant, give me your half-pip. ::holds out her hand::

<CSO_LtJG_shHruvek> ::undoes the pip and hands it over, trying to not have those anticipatory shakes::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::takes the pip and produces a gold one, reaching up and attaching it to her collar:: CSO: I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant, for your outstanding service to the Federation. ::smiles::

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::continues to look at the engineering console:: CO: Sir the engines are at 20% now sir

<CSO_LtJG_shHruvek> ::salutes:: CO: Thank you, ma'am. I'll do the pip proud.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Shifts restlessly behind her station::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::strains the smile a bit:: CSO: I know you will. ::looks to Jackson:: ENG: I appreciate your enthusiasm, Cadet, but your updates are unnecessary.

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> CO: yea sir

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> CSO: In addition, Lieutenant, Starfleet Command and I agree that your actions have been exemplary. As a result, you are to be awarded the Silver Palm. Unfortunately one can't be replicated, so you'll be getting it once we're on base.

<CSO_Lt_shHruvek> CO: That...thank you. I can't wait to put it on. ::face colours a little::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::smiles warmly and pats sh'Hruvek on the shoulder before turning to Jameson:: aCTO: Commander Jameson. You've been outstanding at Tactical. If you've no objections, I'd like to make your position as Chief Tactical Officer permanent.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Smiles back at Sumner:: CO: You're just afraid I'll just ship if you don't make it permanent, Sir.

<aCTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: But I willingly accept

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::grins:: CTO: In addition, Starfleet Command has seen fit to award you with the Medal of Commendation for your excellent dedication to defending this ship and her crew. As with sh'Hruvek, your medal will be awarded once we're on base.

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CTO: I'm honoured Captain, as it always is working with this ship and crew.

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::gets up and leaves the bridge not saying anything::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::moves back to the front of the bridge:: ALL: This hasn't been easy. Any of it. But we've made it through. I want you all to know how proud I am that I get to call you my crew. Including you, Cadet. ::eyes Jackson::

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Coughs, interrupting the Captain.:: CO: Commander Sumner, In absence of a higher rank being present, Front and Centre

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::furrows her brow:: CTO: Pardon?

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Grabs something from her station and moves to the command circle.:: CO: Front and centre, Commander

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::sighs softly, glancing about, and steps to Jameson::

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: For services above and beyond, and for successfully getting her entire crew home safely, you are promoted to Captain. Congratulations Sir ::Hands her the box::

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::walks towards the hologram room and pushes buttons, then walks into the room with just a punching bag::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::takes the box, smiling slightly and opening it hesitantly to see the shiny gold pip:: CTO: Thank you, Commander. ::attaches the pip and looks around the room::

<OPS_LTJG_Mor> Bridge:: For she's a jolly good hella hey lads?? Nah no takers?? ::Looks around sheepishly::

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: I guess we all have to call you Captain now, Captain.

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::starts to punch and kick the punching bag::

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::can only laugh at Mor:: CTO: Damn straight, Commander. ::hugs Jameson before moving back to her original position:: All: To be honest, I'm not sure I've earned this, but I will do everything in my power to make sure I live up to the rank. Now, we've got a ship to nurse back to health. ::turns to Mor:: OPS: ETA on that tow?

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Laughs aloud at the unexpected hug::

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: Engineering are going to be busy

<OPS_LTJG_Mor> CO: Tunisia is due in 1 minute, Captain. Shall we have her commence with the tow straight away or would you like to have a word prior?

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> OPS: The sooner we're back to civilization, the better. We can chat on the way.

<OPS_LTJG_Mor> CO: Aye sir

ACTION: The Tunisia, a Galaxy Class ship that has clearly been patched up recently hones into view.

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> ::sits in her chair, the big one in the middle:: OPS: Hail them with enthusiasm, Lieutenant.

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> CO: Is the enthusiasm mandatory?

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> CTO: Always.

<OPS_LTJG_Mor> Bridge: We have them on audio. On screen?

<CO_Cmdr_Sumner> OPS: If the screen works.

ACTION: The screen works.

<CO_Capt_Sumner> *Tunisia*: Tunisia, this is the Bremen. I just want you to know that you're beautiful, and I love you.

ACTION: Captain Dermander, a handsome, middle-aged dark skinned man with tight-cropped, greying hair appears on the screen. *CO*: Commander Sumner? I hear you need a ride...

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Sees the image on screen, and absently pats her hair in place::

<CO_Capt_Sumner> ::grins at the screen:: *Dermander*: It's Captain now. ::displays her pretty pips:: For a whole five minutes. And yes, we would love a ride.

<GD_Aoibhe> <Captain_Dermander> ::smiles a rakish, lopsided smile:: *CO*: Congratulations, then, Captain. I'll have my people co-ordinate with your people. ::nods off screen to his OPS officer:: *CO*: I hope you'll all accept an invitation aboard the Tunisia. Our replicators work again, and everything, you know.

<OPS_LTJG_Mor> CO: Apologies in advance Captain if we lose onscreen fidelity. Had to bypass our primary encoders. We are currently using a legacy graphical processing solution that just happened to be made redundant on Intrepid class vessels. ::Squints at the system specs on his console:: CO: Its the EGA TREQ enhanced resolution suite. No guarantees it will continue to play nice sir

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Smiles at the screen, aware he probably can't see her, and murmers:: CO: Accept Captain. I would like a shower.

<CO_Capt_Sumner> OPS: That's alright, Lieutenant. We'll be meeting face to face soon enough. ::looks to the screen:: *Dermander*: We would love nothing more, Captain. We'll start coming over in waves. It's time to let the fleet know it'll take more than a Tzenkethi dreadnaught and a series of wormholes to stop the Bremen.

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Resists pumping her fist into the air and yelling "Bremen Rules!"::

<ENG_Cadet_Jackson> ::leaves the holodeck and goes back on the bridge and sits at the engineering consol::

<Captain_Dermander> ::nods and chuckles:: *CO*: I see why you made it back in one piece, Captain Sumner, with tenacity like that. We look forward to welcoming you all. You had us all worried. ::pauses:: *CO*: I'll see you and your first officer at the Captain's table at 2100 hours. Tunisia out.

<CO_Capt_Sumner> Self: First officer... CTO: I'm guessing Tony won't be all that interested. Would you like to be my plus 1?

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Grins like an idiot at Sumner:: CO: People might start talking, hugs, plus ones. I'd love to, Captain.

<CO_Capt_Sumner> ::winks at Jameson and relaxes in her chair, her mind drifting to Thalev, and to Henry::

<CTO_LtCmdr_Jameson> ::Starts thinking about what to wear, and how to have her hair at dinner::

<Captain_Dermander> <<<End Mission>>>

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