Reposted from SSCN Historical Channel
Stardate:201002.20 - Captain's Log's of Jenssen 'ech House of J'Ssen =Klingon Empire=
The first light of the morning sun streamed into the room, casting a gentle and warm glow across her face. Jenssen woke up and quickly remembered he was still there. She smiled a little sleepily and eased over in the large and plush bed. She was at her modest rural estate on Alpha Tau. She snuggled against his bare back, gently resting her chin on his shoulder so she could run her fingers gently through his auburn brown hair. He sighed, contentedly and snuggled back against her. She traced his jaw and his collarbone out with the back of her fingers very carefully, slowly, so as to not wake him up just yet. She ran her hand down his chest and over his abdominal muscles, breathing in deeply, drinking in the sweet and strong scent, the essence of a true man that she found as intoxicating as good cologne. He stirred, almost awake and turned to face her. She brushed back his bangs and was about to ask him something, when a strange sound erupted outside the room.
It sounded like a strange bird at first but, no, that wasn't it. It was more like an alarm of some kind and she couldn't place it. It was Saturday. She didn't need to get to the government offices that early today. She wished could just stay here, where it was warm and comforting. She held her breath trying to locate the source of the sound, trying not to alarm him just yet. Jenssen closed her eyes and turned her head and tried to focus on the sound. The world shifted and she felt disoriented as if the room had shifted suddenly. All of the sudden blackness rushed towards her.
Jenssen sat up quickly, alarmed in the blackness, banging her head in the dark....
"Ow! Damn it"... She looked around and realized she was in her quarters on the ITK Whirlaway and was clutching the pillow up to her chest. The dream was fleeing away from her now...what had it been about? It was something warm and gentle and ....
Then Jenssen saw the beams of light cast about in the room and squinted, trying to make out the shape. She sobered quickly, completely awake and then realized her body armor wasn't on. She scrambled to reach for the shelf above her head to locate her disruptor, yelling "Computer Lights!"
That's when she then heard the voice she instantly recognized in the dark, "Captain? Sorry to alarm you. You didn't answer the door chime."
"Damn it, T'Laurn! I was in a sleep of the dead and it was a good dream for once." Jenssen stopped reaching for the disruptor and instead launched the pillow at the tall Vulcan, who just causally caught it and placed it back on the foot of the bed rather unconcerned.
Jenssen quickly scrambled out of her bed and started rummaging about for something more appropriate to wear on the bridge then her nightshirt, which consisted of an ancient sports jersey and baggy gray sweat pants. Jenssen suddenly realized that Whirlaway's engine was powered down. The constant thrum of the ships heart beat couldn't be felt through the soles of her bare feet on the deck. She suddenly realized the emergency lighting was on in the corridor casing a dull gray light outside the open door into the corridor. T'Laurn had apparently opened the door to her quarters manually as it hadn't closed behind her. It quickly dawned on Jenssen that the lights in her room had not snapped on at her command either.
"What's going on? Why are the engines powered down? Where are the lights?" Jenssen asked alarmed.
"We are running on emergency power, in gray mode Captain." T'Laurn handed Jenssen a wrist beacon and Jenssen strapped it to her wrist, quickly moving to the small bathroom alcove in her quarters to change into her Khakis', a black undershirt and maroon savanah shirt. She quickly ran a brush through her long blonde hair and tied it in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck.
T'Laurn continued, "Commander Dorran is working on restoring power. We were hit by a class 7 ion storm at 03:22 hours last night. I placed the Whirlaway in the most protected orbital position in the magnetic field on the lea side of Alpha Tau to avoid most of the damage to the ship and the shields. Captain Montrose on the Secretariat and Captain Rhoades on the Sunday Silence also followed suit and are now making minor repairs as well. There were no injuries to report on any of the ships. The ion storm is continuing towards Angkor and the Asteroid colonies and should pass them within the hour. It has diminished in strength to a class 5 storm, but will undoubtedly impact their communications systems. The main Computer Core on Alpha Tau was seriously damaged. Lt Govenor Zeta'Lyn requests at least four qualified Engineers to help restore all essential Colony Communications on the old core until such time as the main core can be replaced."
"Wow, I can't believe I slept through that. What time is it?" Jenssen pondered as she reached for her black ankle boots and slipped them on over her sliver and garnet ankle bracelet.
"It is now precisely 04:52 hours." T'Laurn replied, her internal chronometer as precise as the main ships computer core.
"Your husband, Commander Stelvok, he would be the best one to handle that old core repair work. He and his team should be done with the information an encryption systems on Palladio by now. Chief Engineer Dorran can probably give him a need hand as old as the main Computer Core is, Stelvok's team will probably need some extra hands. I am hoping we can replace that core very soon. I have an order in with the Dell Confederacy. They are scheduled to deliver that new core soon. Set a course to Palladio as soon as our repairs are finished."
"Yes, Captain. It will be most agreeable to spend some time with Stelvok." T'Laurn quickly added and Jenssen eyed her, knowing T'Laurn, like all Vulcan's, was a touch telepath. Though not in contact with her directly, T'Laurn could still sense some things even at a distance. Jenssen started to wonder just how much of that left over dream fog T'Laurn was picking up from her now.
"I noticed you were not sleeping in your body armor." T'Larun causally remarked and then asked, "What does 'Payton' mean?" As they both headed down the dimly lit cooridor towards Engineering to see how Dorran was coming with the Engines and Emergency Power systems.
"Yeah, well, my ribs were just not healing up fast enough to wear it to bed and it is not really that comfortable to tell you the truth." Jenssen shrugged, "Besides, I just sort of don't feel the need it to wear it on this ship for some reason right now. Maybe its because I know you are on the bridge my friend. Payton? Oh, you mean on that ancient sports jersey? Thats the name of an old Earth sports player on a North American football team called the Chicago Bears. He was one of my father's favorite players, when he used to watch old holoprograms of the games from the 1980's. He was known to be a true warrior on the field, but off the field he was a supporter of many charities. His nick name was actually 'Sweetness'. It's just a nice tribute to an honorable warrior on the field of the game and a true gentleman off the field....and I happen to like that old jersey."
"Nothing else?" T'Laurn raised an eyebrow at her as they continued down the corridor.
"Nothing else. Drop it T'Laurn." Jenssen dismissed her inquiries with a steely stare as they entered the Engineering bay.
"Yes Burgundy, as you wish." T'Laurn's eyebrow had already reached the edge of her long bangs. Jenssen knew that she had probably figured out who or what the subject of the dream was now. The two were far too close of friends and both had seen each other through some very troubling times to leave any real doubts. T'Laurn manually pulled open the doors to Engineering with her Vulcan strength and the two cast their wrist beacons around the Engineering deck, tracing the beams along the catwalks.
"Dorran? You doing ok?" Jenssen called up to him as she saw the wrist beacon lights heard a hum of a spanner on a main power junction. Jenssen could just make out his cowboy boots and old blue jeans sticking out of a panel.
"Captain Jenssen! Yeah, we are a busy as the beer tent at a Texas chili competition and about to rake in the profits, just a moment...." Dorran's thick southern Texas drawl echoed with a metallic, almost tin sounding, note through the eerily still Engineering section, "Amelia, try it now gal, flip all those relays..."
"Yes sir, engaging power start up sequence." Amelia's Bostonian accent echoed back against the duranium hull of the ship and a slight whine of plasma ran through the overhead ducting. Dorran scrambled to pull his upper torso out of the power junction and slammed down the cover and quickly counted down "..3..2..1, and the Lord said, let there be LIGHT!"
The floor and ceiling lighting jumped to life, racing down the corridor to chase away the darkness in a well-timed response, to his queue. The main engines roared back the life and the thrum of the warp drive pulsed throughout the decks again. Once again the life beat of the valiant ship was restored to its proper order. Chief Engineer Dorran slid down one of the pylons in the Engineering bay like a fireman on a pole and came to stand in front of T'Laurn with both hands in the air like he had just got done hog-tying a calf at a rodeo.
"1 Hour, 43 minutes 56 seconds." T'Laurn replied to him in response to an apparent bet Dorran had made with her when the storm had damaged the ship in the early hours of the morning.
"What a whole minute and 4 seconds to spare?" Dorran grinned back at her, "...pay up, T'Laurn, the recipe for Vulcan's closet thing to southern grits! Sorry Captain," He quickly nodded to Jenssen, "It's a matter of professional pride here."
Jenssen just laughed at her two officers' banter.
"Very well. I'll send it to your private logs." T'Laurn replied stoically.
"Repairs are complete on Whirlaway Captain," Chief Engineer Larry Dorran responded quickly without having to be asked. The tall Texan knew his Captain would want an update immediately.
"Good, we're going to Palladio to pick up Commander Stelvok and his Engineering team to bring back to Alpha Tau. The old main computer core needs a little TLC until the new core arrives from the Dell Confederacy. I want you to join them to restore colony communications."
"No problem, I'm yer' man." Dorran quickly replied, "We'll crawl all over that old core like a mess of baby 'possums. It'll be up and running for the woodshed in no time." He drawled.
"Good, we leave as soon as I make it to the bridge." Jenssen smiled and nodded to him, "Good morning, Ms. Noble, good work as usual you two. Where is Crewman B'Rell Brams?"
"Aye Captain, it was nothing. B'Rell's already in the mess hall...He thought he'd get breakfast going for us since we knew we had this done about 15 minutes ago." Amelia Noble called down, smiling as she leaned over the catwalk to acknowledge her Captain, all the while casually flipping a hyperwrech end to end in her hand with the skill of an expert juggler. If she had been an old-fashioned car mechanic instead of a Wrap Specialist, Jenssen could see her in a pair of bib overalls with a red bandana sticking out of the side pocket, blowing huge bubbles with pink bubble gum while grinning ear to ear with a grease smear across her forehead. Her short red-blonde hair was flying wildly after spending the past hour and nearly 45 minutes rushing around helping Dorran win his bet, "You better share that recipe with me Larry Dorran!" Amelia shouted at him, pointing the hyperwrench at him.
"Well tell B'Rell Brams and Ensign Adams fine work for me too." Jenssen called back knowing that as a Trill B'Rell and Brams was two individuals in one body and together they were the best Power Distribution Expert she could find for her ship. Ensign E'mund Adams, her Bajorian Engineering Technician and back up Helms' man was also probably already done with his part in Engineering and likely to be in the mess hall as well.
"Will do, by the way, Ensign E'mund Adams said he would check in with Crewman Karmen Baxter in the armory on his way to find some coffee, to making sure the rest of the targeting sensor relays were juiced up." Amelia smiled back.
Jenssen nodded, Crewman Baxter was the ship's Weapons Support Specialist Reporting in to her Security Chief Tellis.
"Lt. Commander Yar'Kal also reports that Navigation and Stellar Cartography are unaffected Captain." T'Laurn reported in for the Romulan officer who reported to her. He was the ship's other Science Specialist for the night shift. "Tellis and Jrell are on the bridge running final diagnostics on all systems. We should be ready to be underway to Palladio in less then 10 minutes."
"Super. Sounds like everyone has things well in hand and my place is back on the bridge, sitting in the command chair, sipping a steaming mug of mint tea, checking in with the other fleet Captain's to see how the rest of the colonies are doing after the storm and in general, staying out of everyone's way. Excellent work everyone." Jenssen smiled at her top-notch crew. She couldn't ask for a finer bunch on her ship.
Jenssen and T'Laurn snapped off their wrist beacons and headed to the bridge to determine the extent of damage to the entire Colony infrastructure and factory production, check in with all Jenssen's Ship Captains as well as get in contact with Governor Kelran at New Angkor to see how the unique Rock world and surrounding Asteroid colonies faired from their brush with the Ion Storm.
to be continued....
(more to come as I introduce my crew of the Whirlaway and cover my computer failure a week ago now...as well as set up for a RP with FED NPC.