=/\= Flight Deck =/\=
Cyrin walked in to find Chief Thomas and his crew methodically going over each shuttle craft, doing exactly as he had ordered. He half smile appeared on his face as no one had noticed him yet. Bringing the padd that was in his hand up a bit he punched in a few commands and engaged an autodestruct sequence on one of the shuttles, though the shuttle would not actually explode. This was more of a drill than anything, especially since he had chosen a shuttle that was currently running a level one diagnostic.
The alert klaxons rang loudly throughout the flight deck as several teams came running towards the shuttle itself. Many of them colliding with each other and falling down, Chief Thomas was amongst them. Suddenly there was the flashing of lights and the sound of an explosion. Cyrin watched as the crew hit the deck waiting to be sucked out into the vacuum of space or worse…dead.
“You are all dead,” Cyrin said loud enough for everyone to hear as he disabled the klaxons from his padd. “None of you seen me enter, and if this had been a real emergency, the deck should have been evacuated and the shuttle ejected into space. That explosion could have taken out half of this deck along with the four deities know how many lives with it.”
Cyrin wanted to smile at the dumbfounded looks of his officers, but knew better. He had to show them he was in charge. “Chief Thomas.” He stated clearly. The Chief Petty Officer looked at him and walked up to Cyrin staring him in the eyes and opened his mouth “Don’t you ever do that again.”
Cyrin stared back at the human, “Congratulations Chief Thomas, you are hereby relieved of duty.” Cyrin tapped his commbadge, “Cyrin to Security.”
“Ensign Rufal here,” came the reply.
“Please come to the Flight Deck and escort Chief Petty Officer James Thomas to the brig for direct insubordination of a ranking officer.”
“On our way sir.” The Security officer responded.
“Thank you, Dicari out.” He returned his gaze to Thomas, “Chief I will be recommending you for a reduction in rank, and effective immediately you are no longer in charge of the Flight Deck.”
Thomas bared his teeth and in a quick motion his fist met the side of Cyrin’s face. The other crew members on the flight deck ran up to restrain Thomas. Telling him to knock it off before he might get himself killed while Cyrin stood there wiping a small trickle of blood from his lip. “That would have granted you a court marshal if we were in Federation Space, as for that I will leave it up to Commander Falcon or Captain t’Rehu to determine if they wish to court marshal you or reduce you so low that you will be scrubbing warp coils for the rest of your Starfleet career.”
Two security officers stepped in and looked at Cyrin, “Sir are you okay?” one of them asked.
“I will be fine, add on to the charges assault and battery to a ranking officer as well as direct insubordination.” Cyrin commented. He watched as the two officers escorted Thomas off of the Flight Deck. “Now that that is over, are there any of you that wish to join Chief Thomas?”
The remaining crew members shook their head no, “Good. Now since I am now in need of a Chief Flight Operations Officer, depending on the work done here today…and if it is done properly under Starfleet Regulations, I will consider promoting someone to said position. Now I suggest you all get back to work before one of these shuttle crafts actually does explode because of not monitoring the level one diagnostics properly. There are,” Cyrin counted the number of crew on the deck, “fifteen of you here, I suggest you split up into teams of three and work on each shuttle interdependently of each other. I will expect one of you to handle the reports. Get back to work. And make sure these shuttles are operational, I don’t want to have to explain to Lieutenant Tyrax why her shuttles are not operating at full capacity.” That was the last thing he said before exiting the Flight Deck and returning to the bridge to relieve the duty officer.
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer