[Galaxy] 2161.08.20 - Starship Challenger DL - Capt Spearling

[Anna H.]

//  Challenger Port-Side Airlock  \\  "Lieutenant Commander Corad Cole, report to the port-side airlock." Standing off to one side as the Promise  off-loaded supplies onto the Challenger, Sasha stood with the loadmaster and leaned forward to look over his shoulder at the manifest.  "Take those containers directly to Sickbay," she directed, pointing to the three large containers that were coming down the umbilical. "Yes, Captain," the loadie said, motioning to several of his crewmembers that stood ready nearby. Scanning down the datapad that listed the off-coming supplies, Sasha gestured that she'd like to scan the entire list.  The loadmaster handed it over, and she pushed the buttons that would let her look at the entire manifest.  Medical supplies, power cells, spare parts, raw materials for the resequencers ... and numerous cases for the Armory.  Listed in red, twenty-seven items caught her eye.  "I'll take over here," she told Rawlins, the loadmaster.  "Go ahead and get the rest of these items settled in where they belong." "Aye, Captain." As the "regular" supplies were off-loaded, the crew around the airlock slowly dwindled down to just a few Armory personnel and herself.  "All right," she said quietly.  "We've got some hot ordnance coming off now.  The first seventeen cases are phased-cannon spare parts and torps -- you know where those go.  But the last ten are special -- Commander Hanley knows what to do with those.  Contact him and let him know that we have ... special needs weaponry coming aboard." "Yes, ma'am," Dierdre Magee said, just as quietly as Sasha was speaking.  She motioned to her personnel, who moved forward and began the delicate task of getting the first seventeen cases out of the way and on their way to the Armory. The last cases were accompanied by the commanding officer of the Promise ... Captain Rafaela Burroughs walked along behind the last case, her face serious.  "Captain Spearling -- can't pretend not to be glad that these are leaving my ship," she said as she shook Sasha's hand. "Understandable," Sasha murmured, watching as the cases piled up in the corridor.   "Don't have a lot of time," Rafaela said, still watching as the Armory people began attaching anti-grav units to the remaining cases and walking away with them.  "Like to stick around and catch up on the news, but can't." "That's understandable, too," Sasha said.  Captain Burroughs had a staccato, abbreviated way of speaking.   "Gotta go, more supplies in the hold for other contacts," the other woman said.  "Luck be with you, and the Fleet." They shook hands again.  "Thanks," Sasha said, and watched as the Captain of the Promise gathered up her people and made their way down the umbilical.  The Promise door was sealed, and then Sasha sealed the outer door on the Challenger, retracted the umbilical, then sealed the inner door.  That done, she watched as the rest of the hot containers were removed from the corridor, then walked over to the COMMs unit on the bulkhead. "Spearling to Bridge," she said. =+  "Go ahead, Captain," came Sattal's voice in reply.  =+ "Is the Promise away?" =+  "Just now," Sattal said.  += "Lay in the course for the Coalsack," she said, knowing Alex was listening in as well.  "Warp five." =+  "Aye, Captain," Sattal replied.  += Sasha felt the change in the ship's rumbling undertone as Alex got them underway again.  Now, to meet up with the Meridian and the rest of the Fleet and get ready to engage the Romulans.  A slow smile crossed her face.  With care, they could keep their movements under wraps and surprise the hell out of the Romulans.  Their success depended upon that, she could just feel it.  Wondering if the other members of the Coalition were going to put their money where their mouths were and be a part of things, Sasha pressed the COMMs button again. "Commander Hanley and Commander Nelson-Samad ... meet me in Mission Ops, ten minutes."  That should give them both enough time to settle whatever they were doing and make it to the Bridge.  She knew Vic still had the conn, but he was probably issuing orders to his crew, getting the new cargo placed.  Ten minutes should do it. They confirmed the meeting, and Sasha turned around.  Off to one side, a group of men and women stood at rigid attention.  They had been waiting there, motionless, all through the offload.  She smiled.  "Major ... thanks for waiting.  Lieutenant Commander Cole will be along shortly." He saluted.  "Yes, Captain Spearling, SIR!" Sasha turned on her heel and strode off toward the nearest turbolift.  Time to get in Mission Ops and brief the rest of the command staff.  Captain Sasha SpearlingCommanding OfficerFCL-04 Challenger <NPC's apb Anna>                   
 		 	   		  
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