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Command Debrief

Posted on 26 May 2021 @ 1:09am by Captain Martin Collins & Senior Chief Petty Officer Alanna Morrison

Mission: Waving The Flag
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: 48hrs post attack

Alanna had just gotten up from a quick two-hour nap, she showered, dressed in her uniform, and put her hair up in a messy bun. She looked at herself in the mirror in her bathroom she looked exhausted still and felt it but was sure that everyone else on the crew must feel exactly the same way as she did.

"You can do this," she told herself, quietly. She left the bedroom and she stopped in at the crew's mess and got herself some coffee. It was a beverage she started to drink occasionally during her Starfleet service to kind of fit in but the caffeine intake had been a requirement in the time since the Klingon attack.

"Captain?" she said, as the doors parted to Marty's office. "I'm ready to go over the last mission if you're feeling up to it, sir," she said, sipping her coffee as she moved toward his desk.

"Up to it?" Marty half-heartedly joked as he leaned back in his spartan chair. "I keep forgetting how much damned paperwork I have to do with these things. Not to mention the Andorians want different details than Starfleet." He sighed. "I tell you, Alanna. If there's ever an argument to restore the Federation, it's data sharing."

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?" she asked, tilting her head, as she sat down across from him. "I know I haven't really been able to help on the command front much with the mess down in sickbay," she said, apologetically.

Marty took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "Good crew is so hard to come by these days," he simply said. "A ship like this needs at least four hundred. We're lucky to have three hundred, and we feel every loss."

"Yeah, one of the things I wanted to talk about while we went over things," Alanna said, looking a bit unsure, and then down at her lap. After a moment of debating, she looked back up at him. "You have no support in command. This past mission I prioritized my role as a Corpsman and rightfully so given the circumstance but I'm not sure that it will be okay going forward. So I don't know if maybe you should seek another command team member or find a way to get more medical support and so I can focus on being there with you on the bridge and during the missions. I mean in a pinch it's not like I'll forget how to save a life."

He detected her sincerity immediately, and Marty carefully listened to her passionate speech. "I can't argue that I don't have much support in command. I haven't prioritized finding and selecting an XO because not only are we short-handed, we're also trying to figure out our role within Starfleet. And, of course, no one expected a Klingon ship hiding out there. I'd say a couple days ago, everything went completely sideways."

"I agree," Alanna nodded. "In a perfect universe it makes sense for my dual role but I don't think that right now I'm doing anyone any good by splitting my attention. I'd like to work solely in command as I learn the ropes of it and when we get some more help I can go back," she suggested. "If that's okay with you..." she said, added, feeling weird about being so forward about her desires but then again that was her job, wasn't it?

"I see no reason why you can't be more involved on the bridge and matters of command," Marty supposed. "It'd be good for you to shadow each of the station operators as well, that way you're able to slide into a seat if and when you're needed. You know as well as I do that any console is just one faulty EPS tap away from exploding during a firefight."

"I think that's a great idea," she said. "I think I'd like to follow you and Dad into command," she said.

"It's a hard field to break into," Marty cautioned. "Starfleet isn't exactly great at building new ships, nor are those in charge of them looking for an early retirement. But there's plenty of things to learn regardless. Besides, I think your dad would like that, very much."

"Well, easy isn't always a good thing... besides I've made strides in my career so far I certainly wasn't expecting."

Marty gruffed. "The last twenty years haven't been that easy or good either. We've lost too many good people, your father included. The road before you will be challenging, and it'll come with several hard choices. It's not like being unable to save a patient."

"I know nothing has been good," Alanna said, "I know I'm young... and I know I didn't see everything you and Dad saw but I did lose him... and I know things are not good for any of us right now. But I plan on sticking in the fight... no matter what."

The Captain smiled. "Right now, that's all I can ask. All right, from this moment on, you're assigned to the bridge. We'll start you at navigation so you have a station when I'm up there. Otherwise, you'll default to the command chair." He tapped a few controls on his desktop terminal to download a few files to a datacard. As soon as the download was complete, he withdrew the card and handed it to Alanna. "This contains the user manual for the console, as well as a few resources. Familiarize yourself with those and we'll get you started."

“Aye Captain,” Alanna said, excitedly. Then she remembered that she was leaving the doctor in a bit of a lurch now and felt somewhat guilty but she knew this was better for the captain and the crew.

“So about everything else…” she said. “The bar was the best part,” she said, trying to keep her tone light but not doing as well as she’d hoped.

Marty leaned back in his chair. "Yes, everything else." A lot had happened two days ago, and there was much for the two of them to process and discuss. He picked up a padd, passed it over to Alanna and they began to talk business.

 

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