Space, the Final Frontier…
These are the voyages of the
starship Dauntless!
Its ongoing mission;
To seek, to
chart, to explore…
Slipping the surly bonds of Earth,
Going where none have been before!
Star
Trek: Dauntless
“Too Many
Drills” By PJK & Jeff Sloan
Captain’s
log, stardate 51247.5:
The
Dauntless is on routine
patrol near the Tinnius sector.
However,
it seems the Exec is up to his old habits again. I guess a stay in the brig wasn’t
enough. It may be time to teach him
another lesson.
* * * *
Commander
Virgil Kane quickly paced the floor in the Captain’s ready room, his silver Bajoran earring dangling wildly from his right earlobe with
each turn. Meanwhile
“Drills!” Kane said with relish, again spinning to pace in
the direction of Koester’s desk. “That’s
what we need to promote crew unity! More
drills! Twenty-four hours a day,
seven days a week!”
Without
looking up at his ranting First Officer, Koester passed a padd
to Kyman, asking, “What do you know about Lt
Commander Hawthorn?”
“Oh,
good officer,” replied the
Koester
nodded, marking a notation on the first padd before
looking down at another one.
“Drills
on the morning watch! Drills on
the afternoon watch! Drills
on the night watch!” Kane said, slapping his fist into the palm of his
other hand for emphasis.
“What
about Commander Shelby?” Koester asked the Chief.
“I’ve
never met her personally,” Kyman replied. “But I hear she’s a bit too ambitious.” The Chief glanced up at Commander Kane. “Besides, isn’t she the First Officer of the Excalibur now?”
Koester
grunted acknowledgment as he shifted the padd to the
other side of his desk.
Kane
looked with annoyance toward his captain and COB before he paced away again,
but continued to speak.
“We’ll
hold battle stations drills, intruder alert drills, fire
drills, hull breach drills, loss of propulsion drills...”
“You
know,” said Koester to Kyman, “I wouldn’t mind a
younger officer. How
about Lieutenant Kaachh of Teller?”
Kyman’s eyebrow raised. “You’d want a Tellerite
in that position?”
Koester
sighed in agreement, and put the padd over to the
side of the desk.
“Uh,
excuse me, Skipper,” Kane said, his pacing halted as he looked at the two men
in confusion. The annoyance was now
clear in his voice. “What is it
you’re looking at there that’s more important than my new drill plan?”
“Hmm? Oh..,” Koester
said, looking up at Kane and sounding a little embarrassed. “Just, ahh...
looking at applications for the post of First Officer.”
Both
Koester and Kyman smiled at the shocked reaction that
crossed Virgil Kane’s now-pale face.
The
End
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