Chapter 4: Dauntless Crew
Captain Dafydd looked over his assembled officers and smiled. This was the first mission briefing ever to be given aboard the Dauntless, and it showed in the eager glint in his officers eyes, the excited, tense way they held themselves. He turned around and withdrew a large brown envelope, covered in security warnings and red tape from the safe, and quickly opened it, glancing through the papers within.
"Well people, our first mission looks like being a doozy. No action just a lot of work. We are to proceed to Alpha Centauri, which has been left unexplored until now, and assess its suitability for a major RSS presence, said presence to include a major fleet depot, mining and resource gathering, quite possibly the first Tau'ri colony."
He glanced over at his officers, "Problems?"
Sub-Lieutenant Lloyd, the sensor office spoke first, "That will require a full high-resolution scan of the system, plus any likely looking planets or asteroids. Time consuming and heavy on CPU runtime."
"The computers can handle it with no problems, though I would prefer it if engineering would drop a few degrees c in the computer rooms." Sub-lieutenant Richards, Computers and Systems Officer, drawled, his voice screaming his Scottish ancestry to all within the room.
"Do-able" Commander Tucker, Chief Engineer, said, "What I would be worried about is a snake coming up our ass, while are sensors are concentrated elsewhere."
Lloyd grimaced, "It's a problem, we would have to break off the high-res scan for intermittent 3600 sweeps, which will cost us time."
Dafydd nodded, and turned to the other officers, we had been quiet until now,
"Comms?"
"Local system, no known anomalies to cause interference, shouldn't interfere with communications, Captain." came the quiet, assured voice Warrant Officer Paterson.
"Tactical?"
"I really don't like High-res scans, Captain, if we are going to do them on a regular basis, a second set of sensors would make me feel a lot safer." Lieutenant Tomas scowled.
"Noted, agreed, and filed, Medical?"
"I'll get back to you once I can control my urge to salivate over the equipment in sickbay, sir"
"Midshipman?"
Owens looked up from his customized PDA, "Course Plotted, Captain, ready to transfer to Helm at your command."
Dafydd nodded, Owens, their Helm and Navigation Officer was as green as grass when he first joined the crew for training at Thundersdawn, but he appeared to be coming along nicely, "Okay, if no else has anything to say?"
The officers shook there heads,
"Then let's go, Owens, transfer the course to helm."
"Aye Aye, Captain."