A Quiet Night in Ops
Operations <Deck 8> [Gibraltar Station]
This room is the heart of Starbase 247, from which all systems can be controlled. The room is circular, with a ring of consoles centered on a lowered "pit." This area is dominated by a circular table which typically employs versatile and highly realistic holograms to create a cylindrical viewscreen. The entire area of space outside the station can be seen at once, or it can focus on a particular sector. There is also capability to project single images for communications or complex reports.
Several consoles are arranged in a ring 3 meters from the central viewing area, with three breaks for stairs leading to the pit. One arc is given over to a command console which faces the viewer as well as the door to the corridor. To the right of this station (if one is facing the viewer) is an arc which is shared by the Tactical and Sensor consoles; to the left is an arc shared by Navigational Control and Communications. All of these stations are arranged so that one may easily see the central viewer and are outfitted with tan chairs. Within the pit are four consoles set up against two of the cherrywood arcs so that one sitting at them must turn to see the central viewer. Engineering and Operations face Tactical and Sensors, while Environmental Control and Mission Operations face Nav Control and Communications. The space below the command station is clear. Each arc sits atop a lighted pedestal, as does each shared console in the pit.
The outer walls are broken by three doors, each spaced in line with a set of stairs. Besides the door to the corridor there is one to the ready room and one to the head. Behind the command station is a standard viewscreen which can project whatever image the commander so wishes. The master systems displays for the command section and various modules are behind the tactical/sensor arc, while the MSD for the spacedock is behind the last. The floor is carpeted in gray trimmed with light tan. Lighting is provided by panels placed along the join between walls and ceiling.
Koram sits at the Operations console. He leans back, staring at a PADD. After a moment, he sighs and throws it on the console. Leaning back to the station he checks the time. "0400 hours," he says to himself. "I hate gamma shift." He chuckles, and picks up another PADD.
The doors to Ops slide open one second later and a red-haired vulcan woman enters -- it's the new Assistant Ops Chief, Lieutenant T'Lyt. "Greetings, Lieutenant Commander," she says, heading down to the Operations console.
Koram turns to the opening door. He stands as she enters, placing the PADD on the console. "You must be Lieutenant T'Lyt," he says with a smile, extending his hand. "You apparently already know me, Lieutenant Commander Koram Nobil."
"Yes, I am. I took the liberty of viewing the personnel logs for the Operations Department, beginning with yours," T'Lyt says. She extends her hand in return -- clearly fluent in "human" customs such as handshakes. "You spoke, in your communique, of preparing the department for anything. I would ask how you plan to do this and how you wish for me to assist you in this goal."
"Well, as I said, I don't know how the new Captain will run things," Koram says. "I'm thinking we make sure all work details are carefully documented to the letter, all cargo throughly checked, and I am wanting to begin working closely with Engineering to perform diagnostics on all major subsystems. We've had to replace a lot lately and I want everything in shape."
T'Lyt nods her head, standing with her hands folded together behind her. "What portions of these things do you wish for me to oversee? Logically, a Vulcan's attention to detail suits me well to the documentation and overseeing the checking of cargo. This would leave you free to work with Engineering," she says. "Do we have a junior officer who is either experienced or has shown talent in handling the comings and goings of ships and shuttles? Assigning those duties to be overseen by someone else, with reports to whichever of us is handling the 'paperwork,' seems an efficient way of dispersing that workload."
Koram nods his head, and places a hand on his chin. "You do bring up a good point," he says, sitting back down at the console. "As far a junior officer, we have a large complement of officers to draw on. I'll begin looking through the personnel records to find a good officer. Lately, I've been doing it on my own. I should be able to handle the paperwork. I would like you to begin to oversee the overseeing of cargo inspections and the documentation of that." Koram begins to type across the console. "I know that I seem to be criminally ineffecient," he says with a grin. "But coming from a small medical ship, you learn to do alot of duties yourself."
T'Lyt simply nods again. "You are now overseeing a much larger Operations department than that aboard a medical ship," she points out. "You will need to delegate responsibility or you will overwork yourself. This is why, in part, you have an assistant."
Koram grins and waves his hand dismissively. "Yes yes," he says. "I need to delegate command. I'm just not used to it yet. I am glad that you are here, if only to offer me more sleep at night. I also need to find somebody to keep track of the new duty roster. I'm getting new crewman and officers every week, and keeping track of that is almost a fulltime job."
Over T'Lyt's compin you hear, "Alexandria to T'Lyt"
"May I recommend, then, that you allow me to handle a greater portion of the documentation as well as the processing of new crew assigned to the department, in addition to the oversight of cargo? This will allow you to actually do your job -- that of coordinating and overseeing the efforts of the Operations Department of a station thi---" She's interrupted by her compin. "One moment, sir?"
T'Lyt taps her compin, and it emits a high chirp.
T'Lyt says, "This is T'Lyt."
From over a compin: Brighteyes mews quietly.
From over a compin, you hear Alexandria say, "We have a little visitor in the turbolift again... she is a cutie, what room are you in? I can take her back for you."
T'Lyt's left eyebrow rises. "I see. I wonder how she circumvented the locks I put in place to prevent her egress... My quarters are eighteen-hundred, deck eighteen. I will authorize your entrance from here in Ops... and thank you for your help with Brighteyes."
Koram laughs as he over hears the conversation. His fingers tap over the console. "Your cat, I'm guessing?" he says, not turning away from his station.
From over a compin, you hear Alexandria say, "Thank you Lieutenant, you know, I have seen kittens squeeze through the most impossible of situations, I had a cat once that found its way through vents."
T'Lyt nods. "Yes, Brighteyes is my cat", she says, moving to the vacant console next to yours to tap in the codes needed to authorize access to her quarters.
From over a compin, you hear Alexandria say "She is in your room now... Alexandria out."
T'Lyt says, "I will need to inspect my quarters for such. Again, thank you for your help, Lieutenant."
T'Lyt taps her compin, and it emits a low chirp.
Koram chuckles again. "God forbid it ever gets into the Jeffries tubes," he says. "How long have you had her, Lieutenant?"
"Approximately seven months," T'Lyt replies. "As to my suggestion regarding the delegation of duties...?"
Alexandria comes through the door from Central Corridor <Deck
Alexandria has arrived.
T'Lyt is standing near the Ops consoles, where Koram sits.
Alexandria walks over to a station and sits down, she clears her throat and starts padding away on a console.
"If you'd like to handle the new crewman and officer assignments I won't stop you," Koram says. "That along with the cargo inspection, should be enough of a work load don't you think?"
T'Lyt looks up and over, nodding to Alexandria as she arrives. Then, she looks back over to Koram to say, "Being as it falls, generally, under the umbrella of cargo inspection, I will also oversee inbound and outbound traffic -- for now?"
Alexandria sighs and slaps the console for a second, "I told you I need 5 slots!" she is observed as screaming at the console.
Koram looks up and nods to Alexandria as she enters. "As far the the overseeing of traffic is concerned, I would like you to choose a junior officer to assist--" He is cut off by Alexandria's outburst. "Lieutenant, what's wrong?" He says, standing.
T'Lyt looks over, straightening and arching an eyebrow at Alexandria's outburst. She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it without saying anything when Koram speaks up.
Alexandria sheepishly smiles as she now has the attention of Operations, a few people snicker, "Uhm, I'm fine. go about your business now." She giggles sheepishly.
"Perhaps there is something with which we can assist, if you are seeking to requisition resources?" T'Lyt says in a tone of suggestion.
Koram sits back down. "Yes," he says with a half grin. "There is obviously a problem. Let us know if there is anything we can do about it. After all, without problems, there's nothing we friendly neighborhood Ops officers have to do."
Alexandria shakes her head almost bowing her head down, and she mumbles, "I'm good... really I am."
T'Lyt walks around and over to where Alexandria sits. "What is the problem?" she asks, quietly. "Show me, if you would?"
Koram remains sitting, his fingers tapping away at the console. He keeps an eye on what T'Lyt and Alexandria are doing as he continues his work.
Alexandria sighs, "Well, I am trying to make 5 slots fit into the 4 slots that it presets to and the sub-tachyon particle ratio of the electrostatic distortion filament is not generation enough coolant in the simulation which is why I am trying to make it work with 5 slots..." She looks very frustrated, "I design holo programs for fun... and I can't even get this"
T'Lyt arches a brow. "I believe your problem is that those filaments are designed to only work with four-slot coolant generators. The output of those generators is, however, irrelevant to the design specifications. I would recommend you use eight slots, with lesser generators that will produce only as much coolant as you require -- rather, they should be capable of procuding at least ten percent more as a fail-safe," she says, after a moment. That said, she heads back over to where Koram is.
Koram watches as T'Lyt steps back to the Operations console. "Excellent idea," he says with a grin. "I can see why they assigned you to help me. Though I'm confused as to why you didn't go into Science."
"While I did graduate from the Shi-khar Science Academy, I chose a career in Operations. I desire to, someday, command an exploratory ship," T'Lyt says. "I plan to, someday, expand my studies into the Engineering field, as well. Only after that will I be academically prepared to proceed into the command line."
Alexandria blinks and cringes her nose and looks at the console.
"You'd be good for command," Koram says, turning his chair to face T'Lyt. "You've got the right attitude for it. Me? I'm contented to do my part in a yellow uniform rather than red."
"Logically, one must have goals in life. However, it is also logical to expect each person to have their own goals, as well. Certainly, a man who is happy as an operations specialist will do that job exceedingly well," T'Lyt says.
Koram grins and shakes his head. "I have goals in life," he says in a mock offended voice. "My goal is to have a quiet detail for once. One assignment that isn't filled with danger and explosions."
Alexandria hears the comments being made and despite the best intentions she feel bad. She mumbles to herself and shuts off the console standing.
"Escape from danger and explosions is, in large part, why I selected this assignment instead of a berth on another ship. This station also is on the edge of exploration, where new discoveries will take place. It was the logical choice of the three assignments I'd been offered," T'Lyt comments. "Might I use the terminal in your office on C-deck to review personnel files for a suitable Traffic Coordinator?"
Alexandria has tears well up in her eyes as she leaves.
Alexandria leaves through the door toward Central Corridor <Deck
Alexandria has left.
T'Lyt looks around as Alexandria leaves, that eyebrow rising. "Perhaps you might mention what we have observed to the station's counselor, as well," she suggests, in a voice barely above a whisper so that only Koram can hear it.