Post by Zane Kiel on Aug 7, 2011 15:51:16 GMT -5
If there was one way you could compare Zane's method of inspecting the stations amongst the bridge for faults it would be a doctor doing his rounds for patients. Data of some sort floated above his left hand as he cross checked whatever he saw some Ensign, or in the worse cases, some Corporal, attempting to make it look like they knew what they were doing. Clearly he was able to find out otherwise.
Once he got near the sector that was essentially his specialty the data went away. By now he had ran these numbers enough times there was no need to check with what the ship's computer claimed was correct. This was also the batch of crew members he wished he could fire, stick into a pod, and jettison back towards IO HQ. Someone higher up than him claimed that was not an option. Another mark against the captain. Clearly one could so long as it was in an escape pod and not a coffin so that there would be life support on board.
Glancing at one of the consoles prompted his mouth to open. Stop. Stand. Dismissed. was the sequence of orders that were stated as calmly as possible towards the young Ensign who had not a single clue what she was doing here. Another few keys and she would have managed to fry the circuits for several of the counter measure systems on board. Wouldn't that make for a fun event? Seems they let just anyone through OTS these days he said with a sigh as he sat down to correct the error made.
Once he got near the sector that was essentially his specialty the data went away. By now he had ran these numbers enough times there was no need to check with what the ship's computer claimed was correct. This was also the batch of crew members he wished he could fire, stick into a pod, and jettison back towards IO HQ. Someone higher up than him claimed that was not an option. Another mark against the captain. Clearly one could so long as it was in an escape pod and not a coffin so that there would be life support on board.
Glancing at one of the consoles prompted his mouth to open. Stop. Stand. Dismissed. was the sequence of orders that were stated as calmly as possible towards the young Ensign who had not a single clue what she was doing here. Another few keys and she would have managed to fry the circuits for several of the counter measure systems on board. Wouldn't that make for a fun event? Seems they let just anyone through OTS these days he said with a sigh as he sat down to correct the error made.