Taking Stock

Posted on Mon Mar 8th, 2021 @ 3:56am by Chief Petty Officer Ronson Mitchell & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen

Mission: The Jungle
Location: Bridge

The crew materialised in the same location they had occupied when they had been beamed down to the holding yard. As people returned to their workstations reports began to filter up to the bridge. Damage reports, casualty reports, missing persons reports.

Crewman Ronson Mitchell returned to his small office and surveyed the small room. Nothing too badly damaged overall. The coffee machine had tipped over but remained functional, the teapot he used to create Savar's favourite tea was also undamaged. He quickly put together a small assortment of snacks, brewed a strong pot of tea and headed for the bridge.

Savar was in the center seat as Ronson came from his office and onto the bridge. "Mr. Mitchel, how did your office fare? Any damage reports you need to make?"

"Nothing other than a dent in the coffee machine and a chipped cup but otherwise all good" the Yeoman replied, offering the refreshments and tea. "And yourself Sir, do you need me to straighten your office? File any reports?" It was almost as though the young man was looking for more to do, as though being the administrative heart of the command team was no longer enough.

"I am relieved to know your office came through this latest incident relatively unscathed Mr. Mitchel. As to my office, you are welcome to look inside it. If you see anything needing straightening please do so." Savar replied.

"I'll get on it right away Sir, and these are the padds that were on the Captain's desk, I understand she's getting patched up so I thought you could see to them" the Yeoman handed over two padds and headed for the XO's office.

"Thank you Mr. Mitchel, I shall take care of them," Savar answered and waited for Ronson to disappear into Savar's office. Once he was out of sight Savar opened up a log entry. "First Officer's log. I am recommending Petty Officer Ronson Mitchel for promotion. His actions on the planet went above and beyond the call of duty both in assisting me in finding food as well as providing assistance to Dr. Wilson in caring for Captain Kaylen and Lt. Vali. He maintained a cool head at all times. I dare say without his presence things would not have turned out as well as they did."

Ronson was just inside the door straightening one of the Vulcan sculptures when he heard Savar recording the ship's log. Though he couldn't identify every word he understood that he was being recommended for a promotion. Whether that be in rank or position the young man didn't know but he doubled his efforts to straighten the XO's office and return to be of more assistance.

"Is there anything else you would like me to see to? I have a report from sickbay stating that Lt Vali, Lt House, and the Captain are all recovering well and will be released back to duty shortly." He handed yet another padd to Savar.

"Thank you, Mr. Mitchel," Savar replied taking the PADD. "That is gratifying to know. Now on to your question. Yes, there is. I want you to see to yourself. Go, check your quarters. If you need to go to Sickbay do so. Take time for yourself. It will be difficult but I will manage while you are away." Savar replied.

"Yes Sir" Ronson made sure that everyone on the bridge had something to eat and drink before he left, heading for his quarters for a decent shower and some shut-eye, it had been one heck of a time in The Game, he hadn't properly processed the experience in his mind fully. Somehow he knew his sleep may not be that restful.