===Captains ready room=== Keylor looked out of the ready room window . He had spent the day checking out reports of equipment failure around the ship. Every time he had wrangled an engineer form the base to address one issue, another would pop up. This was beginning to become a tireless habit. It was beginning to wear thin on Keylor. His hopes of walking on board the Chimera and simply dashing off to space had all but left him. But the thing that irritated him the most was that he felt helpless. It was no big secret that Keylor was not an engineer, far form it. Even back in the day when he and his father would transport cargo back and forth, his repairs were always bodged and temporary. But the Chimera deserved better, demanded better. She was not some 30 year old freighter, she was a top of the line federation ship, deserving a top of the line engineer. A chief engineer, that is what they needed. Some one to learn the sleek beauty, to caress it and perform miracles on it, like the legendary Captain Scott. But Keylor had none, his CEO had not even reported on board yet. So for now he had to deal with the base engineering staff. Keylor figured that to the base staff, the chimera was just another ship, but to Keylor it was his freedom. Freedom from the atmospheres of planets he had come to know all to well when he commanded a Marine company. Freedom from the cold metal of star bases that remained stationary, hovering in space like some doting mother waiting for a child to return home. He knew that this condition the Chimera would not last for ever, eventually it would be cured of its gremlins and soar amongst the stars like its siblings in the federation. Keylor looked out of the ready room window and looked at the umbilical that tied the Chimera to SB Bragg like and umbilical, they nursed the Chimera while she develop in to a full fledged ship of the line. HE turned back to his desk where he lifted a pad form it's surface. He glanced over the progress reports from all over the ship. One of the high point of the days repairs was the final repair of the turbo lift system. Of all of the completed repairs, this was the most welcome to see. Keylor, along with many of his crew, had grown weary of climbing about the ship like mice in some psychology experiment. Not only was it monotonous, but it consumed much of their time when trying to assist in repairs, stock up their departments and prepare for their maiden voyage. {Good,} he thought as he thumbed down the list of items finished. {Environmental controls on decks 1 through 8 are functioning properly. Transporter room one is in operational parameters. Even the comm. System was not working. Not bad.} Having completed the list he set the pad down and tapped on it to transfer the list of items fixed to his master pad. There the inventory of problems would be adjusted by the corrected ones, diminishing the list of things remaining to do. He then picked up another padd. This one was a list of requests that the XO or he had received form the crew. He had the list organized in to two sections. The first being the engineering requests. Here he would review them and prioritize them before giving them off to the Engineering crew he had on board, or passing them off to the base refit crew. The second list was the remaining request that had nothing to do with engineering. Ther were quarter assignment requests, paper work to be signed by the captain of the ship so Bragg Logistics would beam over equipment and supplies and requests for the replication of furniture. That last one puzzled Keylor. He did not understand who a ship, soon to be launched, had little to no furniture. It was not a big deal, but when people are trying to inhabit a ship with no furniture, it becomes important. Keylor sat down at his desk and reached for a new pad. Keylor drafted a letter to the base operations department. He figured that the base could afford to divert a little of its power to replicating furniture for a few hours to help make his crew feel a little more at home. After drafting the letter he picked up the pad with the furniture requests on it and started to thumb through it, choosing the most critical pieces of furniture like beds, chairs, and tables as the ones to include in his request to Bragg operations. After a few minutes Keylor had finished his request for the furniture. {This should make a few people happy.} he thought as he stood up from the desk and grabbed the pad. He walked out on to the bridge where he found it humming with activity, literally. Keylor looked over at Lt Storok. "Lieutenant, they still have not fixed the strange hum in the ventilation system?" Storok looked up form her tactical console "No sir" she said shortly. "But they say they will have it fixed in an hour." Her gaze fixed on Keylor. Keylor nodded, but said nothing. He noticed that Storok kept her gazed fixed and unblinking. If it had been any one else, he would have thought that the noise annoyed or distracted Storok. But Keylor paid little attention to it. "Very well. Lieutenant. I am going over to the base to take care of some business. Please coordinate the remaining bridge repairs while I am away." Storok nodded slightly and then looked back at her console. Keylor looked to his left and headed to the nearest turbo lift to head over to the base. === End Log=== LtCol Bretam Keylor Commanding Officer USS Chimera