Rhun
First Post
With a nod to the Commodore and the Admiral, Hale moves from the tactical station to the "hot seat," gingerly sitting down. After a moment, he relaxes slightly, and sits back into the chair. He turns his head to the communications station. "Lieutenant D'Vassa, signal all department heads to confirm ready for departure."
"Yes, sir," responds the Lieutenant, working the communications controls.
As a couple of minutes pass and the department heads check in, Hale familiarizes himself with the chair and its controls.
"All department heads confirm ready for departure," says D'Vassa finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Hale (having the Commodore and Admiral standing right behind him wasn't the best for his confidence).
Hale nods. "Open a channel to Utopia Planitia Control."
"Channel open, sir."
"This is the USS Ascendant, requesting clearance to depart." Hales voice is clear, and more confident now. He was growing more familiar with the seat, and he had seen this procedure done many times.
"USS Ascendant, you are clear for departure. Godspeed."
"Thank you, Control. Lieutenant Martinez, clear all moorings. Prepare for departure."
"Aye, sir." The lieutenants hands tap the control console rapidly. "Moorings clear. We are ready to depart."
Hale smiles, and turns his head to the helm. "Ensign Benson...ahead, thrusters only. Let me know when you've cleared the spacedock."
"Yes, sir," responds the Lieutenant, working the communications controls.
As a couple of minutes pass and the department heads check in, Hale familiarizes himself with the chair and its controls.
"All department heads confirm ready for departure," says D'Vassa finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Hale (having the Commodore and Admiral standing right behind him wasn't the best for his confidence).
Hale nods. "Open a channel to Utopia Planitia Control."
"Channel open, sir."
"This is the USS Ascendant, requesting clearance to depart." Hales voice is clear, and more confident now. He was growing more familiar with the seat, and he had seen this procedure done many times.
"USS Ascendant, you are clear for departure. Godspeed."
"Thank you, Control. Lieutenant Martinez, clear all moorings. Prepare for departure."
"Aye, sir." The lieutenants hands tap the control console rapidly. "Moorings clear. We are ready to depart."
Hale smiles, and turns his head to the helm. "Ensign Benson...ahead, thrusters only. Let me know when you've cleared the spacedock."