In reply to Hrolf Standarsson (msg # 5):
OOC: Sorry this response is out of sequence. I actually wrote it right after Hrolf put up his message, but when I went to post it, I kept getting those damned "Gateway Error" results. Lucky I often write my posts off-line. It just took me a couple days to get back here...
Hrolf Standarsson:
Standing near the back of the room a burly blond officer with gold pilot's wings stepped forward. He'd listened to the hard line introduction with the expressionless face he'd inherited from his ancestors. It seemed the old man was going tough early, that might work or it might get the whole structure down around his ears. In the meantime there was work to be done. "Sublieutenant Standarsson, chief pilot sir. Will we be operating with any escort vessels during the mission?" Also I would like permission to exercise the flight department with the small craft as they will be key in extending our sensor coverage and doing the dirty work of boarding and search."
About halfway down the conference table, an officer raises a white-gloved hand, and speaks,
"That would be my division, Sir. Small Craft Operations." says a smooth, cultured, male voice.
"Lieutenant Ishakhi Kiikag Kimpasherki, chief of Small Craft Operations."
The young officer--young being the operative word, as he looks to barely be in his mid-twenties--lowers his hand, placing it down atop his other hand, which is laid flat on the table.
Though he is sitting, Ishakhi's trim figure is apparent. He has a clear, swarthy skin tone and is clean shaven, with a head of dark hair (dark chestnut brown, to be exact) and an indifferent hairstyle that only
just falls within regulation length. Amber-colored eyes gaze at the Captain, as Ishakhi makes his report. Combined with the youthful appearance--and, of course, his name--his general appearance pretty much confirms that Ishakhi is Vilani. And one with a relatively undiluted bloodline.
His black formal Dress Uniform is tailored, as most Officer's uniforms are, but the cut of Ishakhi's uniform is just, subtly, "off" enough to be recognizable as the work of a fine Vilani tailor. There are only a sparse few decorations and ribbons adorning his uniform breast, but one of them is the crossed flying missiles of a Combat Fighter Pilot--which is at odds with the silver-and-gold shoulder aiguillettes of a Staff Officer hanging from the right shoulder of his uniform. (see illustration on Ishakhi's Character Description)
"I can report that the Small Craft Operations division is at a state of ninety-five percent readiness for Launch. All twenty-four division personnel have reported for, and been assigned to, duty."
Ishakhi turns away from the Captain to look toward Hrolf,
"Sublieutenant Standarsson, please send me a text of when you are available to discuss the scheduling of my pilots for your needs on the Bridge, and I will schedule a meeting with you, A-S-A-P. Your offer of assisting with the planning of Small Craft training is, of course, much appreciated, Sublieutenant. Thank you."
Ishakhi turns back to The Captain.
"Engineering division has assigned my division teams of flight engineers--all of whom have integrated with my people and equipment with smooth efficiency. My compliments to the Chief Engineer and his people for their professionalism."
"Currently, S-C-O personnel on the Command Bridge have taken over operations of Near Space Traffic Control around the Sharshana out to fifty kilometers--as is appropriate while still in Stardock. The moment we clear the Dock area, we will increase our Traffic Control Zone out to two-hundred kilometers."
"Thirty minutes ago a small intrusion into our Flight Control Zone was detected at the fifty kilometer range. Boat Seven was quickly dispatched. Just before this meeting I was informed that Boat Seven had rendezvoused with a mass of natural planetary debris massing approximately one-hundred fifty kilograms, travelling at eight-hundred K-P-H, relative. Boat Seven was given authorization to use it's lasers to vaporize the piece of space junk, and is now ten minutes out from re-dock with the Sharshana."
"Also, Sir, I am afraid that I must report that the Engineers in the Boat Repair Bay have informed me that they have replaced the Tertiary C-P-U on Boat Eleven three times in as many days. Each time the unit burned out within twenty minutes of installation. The Engineers do report that, at this time, they do not know the cause for these failures, but that they believe they can find a solution within the week. I am also confident that they could, but as long as we are still here, in Stardock, I have rushed an immediate recommendation that Boat Eleven be declared an Engineering Casualty, to the Chief Engineer. It is my hope that, if we move fast enough on this, Sir, we can get a replacement Ship's Boat before we need to leave Stardock."
"Otherwise, Captain, the Small Craft Operations division stands ready for your commands."