<<OOC: Since my presence in the ODA training is kind of being skimmed over, I'm going to pick up after it. Acheson, if you'd like me to do anything special while you're still writing about the simulation, feel free to have a go at it -- just bear in mind Andy is short on sleep, and not too happy about being dragged along in this mess.>> =/\= Lt. Foster's Quarters, 0850 hours =/\= Andy stumbled back into his room from the holodeck, and slowly removed his mud-spattered uniform, his body aching. He'd "died" 4 times during the simulation, something he was sure Walsh took great pleasure in. He wasn't going to argue that it was unlikely Andy would have been injured under most of the attacks, where the phaser fire hit him and transported him out of the holodeck. Then again, the third time he died, it was from a fragmentation grenade, which would have chewed him up pretty badly had it been "real." Nonetheless, he had a shift to pull on the bridge in only 10 minutes. Time for a quick shake off in the shower, and a fresh uniform. "Coffee, Centauri blend," he said, undressing, and tossing his soiled uniform onto the floor in front of the chair which held both his dress uniform and the "Santa Claus" costume from the night before. The sonic waves pounded down on his hair and skin, disloging the dirt and dead skin cells off his body, and causing his hair to stand on end, vibrating the follicles clean and restoring his hair back to its customary soft brown shine. He quickly dressed, and left for the bridge. A steaming mug of coffee sat in the replicator cavity, slowly cooling, forgotten. =/\= Bridge =/\= Andy took his seat at the Operations console, body aching, short on sleep and in a foul mood. He hoped the remainder of the day and his shift went quietly. He pulled up his duty list for the day, and didn't see anything too unusual. They were due to arrive any moment at the Tetris system, to drop off their young charges. "Commander," he said some time later, calling Shane Guzman to the bridge, "We are entering the Tetris system." Guzman replied that he'd be right there, and arrived shortly thereafter to take the general's chair, and instruct him to contact the planet, and advise the counselor and MCpt. Walsh of their immenant arrival. He assigned an extra two officers to the transporter room to help with the transportation of the children, and went about his business, trying to ignore the persistant throbbing in his temple. They were picking up some new staff on Tetris; Andy finished with the padd with the personnel information on it, and commenced with going over the medical resupply Cmdr. Summers had requested. His attention was diverted by the rapid beeping of the tactical console next to him. He looked around the bridge, and noticed that Acheson must've taken a break to visit the head. Grumbling, Andy leaned over, tapped a few times on the tactical console, and saw that they were receiving a communication request from the planet for the "Commanding Officer of the Chimera." Andy contacted Guzman, who was in the ready room, and was instructed to put the signal through privately. Shortly thereafter, he was told to make transport arrangements for a local politician, Governor Smart, and inform the ship's kitchen to have a dinner for three arranged shortly after his arrival. He continued to keep half an eye on engineering monitors of the deactivated warp core. For some reason the thought of the core not functioning made him a bit squirrely. Perhaps it was just fatigue. Gods, he was up too early this morning. Andy just then realized that he'd forgotten to have his coffee this morning and started to mentally curse himself. His train of thought was abruptly derailed by the sound of a heavy thump, and someone clearing his throat. Andy looked up and saw a crewman standing at attention before him. A moment of silence passed between them. "Can I help you," said Andy, glancing at the man's collar, "Petty Officer?" "Sir! Petty officer first Class Gary Williams reporting for duty!" the officer snapped in reply. Ah, yes. The new ODA Ops man, thought Andy, with some measure of disgust. The position to which I was originally assigned before Bretam moved me to bridge duty. If he'd managed to arrive earlier, maybe Walsh would have had this guy do the ODA training instead of him, Andy thought bitterly. He picked up the trio of padds he prepared and started reeling off the standard welcome abourd schpeil for new officers, tossing them to him as he went over the Petty Officer's quarters, security codes, shift and gear assignments, and finally advised him to schedule a physical with sick bay within the week. "If I were you," advised Andy, "don’t irritate the CMO, she doe not like crew that avoid the sickbay. She will find you and hunt you down, and in my opinion, make the experience less enjoyable." "Duty rosters for the oda will be sent to you in your quarters," Andy concluded, telling him to take up any other personnel matters with MCpt Walsh for approval, and that Holodeck requests, replication requests for materials and equipment can be sent to the operations department with Walsh's approval. "Any questions?" he asked, re-taking his seat. Receiving none, he turned his attention back to his console and got back to work, still wishing for a hot cup of coffee. It took a moment to realize the crewman was still standing before him at attention. Oh, for the love of ... thought Andy. "Dismissed, Petty Officer." For god's sake take that spit and polish attitude somewhere else. Lt. Andersen Foster Operations Officer USS Chimera