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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Chief to the Rescue==
===Harry Iha===
SD: 2261.136
SCENE: Communications Center, Secondary Hull
MD: Once HOOD stood down from GC
"Okay, Sunshine," barked ITCS Sheila Jefferson. She was talking to
the Leading Petty Officer, IT1 Stuart Backner. No one knew how it
started, but somewhere during his time aboard HOOD he had acquired
the nickname "Sunshine." Of course, only the Senior Chief dared to
call him that to his face, which made it even more humorous and
humiliating. "Our new butter bar is ready for relief."
"Ah, come on Senior, you're not really gonna make me finish that
shift?" Backner had already been working 15 hours straight.
"Hey, hey, hey!" barked Jefferson. "A bet's a bet. You lost fair
and square." They had wagered whether ENS Tamura would call the
comm center from the bridge to ask for help. Backner was positive
that the new department head would tough it out and not admit
defeat. Jefferson was certain that the green ensign would be
overwhelmed, but would not let his pride endanger the ship. That
was the mark of a good officer--an officer she could respect and
train--and despite his newbieness, Tamura appeared to be a good
one.
"Man. How did you know?"
"I keep telling you pups, you don't mess with a chief. They don't
give us these anchors for nothing. They teach us telepathy and
telepsychic-ness, and shit like that."
Backner nodded skeptically. "Right."
"No shit, Sunshine. I can see the future...." Jefferson held her
fingers to her temples and squinted into the foggy mist in front of
her eyes. "I see...." She broke her trance and looked straight at
Backner. "I see that if a certain IT1 ain't on the bridge in two
minutes, he's gonna get his ass kicked from here to the Woren
Wormhole!"
The whole comm center, including Sunshine, laughed at that one.
"You win. I'm on my way."
SCENE: Tamura's Office, Communications Center
MD: Two hours later
"That about covers everything, Ensign."
Tamura shook his head. He thought his head had come close to
exploding on the bridge during combat and the aftermath. Senior
Chief Jefferson had just crammed every spare nook with more
information during the two-hour debriefing. Everything he did
right; everything he did wrong; things he should have done; things
he could stop doing; ways to improve efficiency and situational
awareness; etc. It was good information, to be sure, but he felt
even more overwhelmed than before.
Jefferson saw the vacant look in his eyes and took pity on the new
department head. "Don't worry, Sir," she reassured him. "You'll
catch on quick enough. Just keep running through those simulations
I loaded for you and you'll get it. And now that you've done it
for real, it'll be a lot quicker, too."
A faint smile found its way to Tamura's lips. "I appreciate your
help, Senior. More than you can imagine."
Jefferson laughed. "Don't thank me yet, Ensign." She retrieved a
large box full of data tapes and plopped it on his desk. Here's
all the paperwork you need to review."
Tamura's jaw dropped. He was a wet-behind-the-ears ensign,
supposedly assigned to lead the small technical team aboard HOOD.
How did he find himself on the bridge during combat, in two-hour
debriefings, and buried under a ton of paperwork?
Jefferson laughed again. "Ensign, the look on your face is
_priceless_!" She shook her head in amusement. "Okay, here's the
scoop. The only real important one is the updated duty roster.
You and Sunshine'll be switching off 12 hour shifts on the bridge.
You need the face time and I need the time to get another body
qual'd. Most of that shit I've already taken care of. Look it
over if you want and sign it. The rest you need to take care of.
You got any questions, just set it aside and we'll go over it
tomorrow. Good to go?"
The department head managed a smile. He had always heard that
chiefs ran the fleet. He had not fully comprehended what that
meant until now. "Good to go."
The LCPO nodded and headed out of the office. Before she made it
out, Tamura called behind her. "Senior Chief." She turned.
"Thank you again."
Jefferson gave her boss a warm smile. "No problem, Sir."
NRPG:
Not sure where we're all at with the end of the last mission, so
just a little SCD to keep me from doing homework. :)
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ITCS Sheila Jefferson
Communications Department LCPO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
IT1 Stuart "Sunshine" Backner
Communications Department LPO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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Harry I. Iha
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