Moving forward

Posted on Wed Oct 18th, 2023 @ 4:39pm by Captain Mira Rodale
Edited on on Wed Oct 18th, 2023 @ 10:25pm

Mission: The Return
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Present

on:
{USS Chuck Norris}

They had moved the Norris out of the scattering field, and the USS Endeavor's shuttles were beaming them right onto the Norris. The injured was sent to sickbay.
As Mira stepped off the transporter, a sense of coming home made her smile.

She nodded to the transporter chef as he said, "Welcome back."
Even being as tired as she was, she was able to say, "Thank you." Then made her way to the bridge. Her padd beeped, telling her she had a message it was from K'ner letting her know her and her team were ready to rock and roll after the medical review. Mira smiled.

Walking into the bridge, Mira reported to the Captain. He gave her the once over and raised an eyebrow at the state of her uniform.
"I am fine, Sir. it's not all my blood." she told him, holding out her injured hand. The medic had clean and banged it. A trip to sickbay would be needed, but she would wait until the good Doctor wasn't so overwhelmed with the injured she had now.

"Team 1 and 4 are back on the ship. With no casualties. How are team 2 and 4? Sir?" She asked.

He nodded slowly at her comment of being okay. "They have reported in and the injured taken to sickbay. "Get some sleep Mira you look like you needed."

"Aye Captain, I do." Mira told him.

{personal quarters}
After getting food and a shower, Mira rolled into her bunk. Her huge cat settled in around her body. When the purring started, she was sound asleep.

Morning

The light rhythmic thumping on her face brought Mira awake. She went to smack the offending tail out of her face but missed. Vaytoc was in a good mood today it would seem to start the pranks this early.

Rolling out of bed and onto the mat she had on the floor, she started doing her crunchs. Her body stiff and protesting at first. 45 minutes later, she showed dresses and moved to the small shuttle bay for her mok'bara, Mira read her padd as she walked there.

The only odd report showing up was
Lieutenant Dasha Fedorovich. Seems she was off ship in a shuttle. Mira looked up from her padd and frowned. They had 3 shuttles in the bay, and they were right here. "Perhaps she took one of the two extra small ones in shuttle bay 2. " They only held 2 people at a time. Checking inventory on her padd listed as both being here. Odd. There wasn't anything else about it in the reports. "Well, if she doesn't show up soon, they would have thier first awol, odd she didn't seem the type." Of course, perhaps the captain and her had a conversation that she knew nothing about. The Captain was under no obligation to report to her. She smirked at that idea and then started her first set of the mok'bara.

Walking over to the replicator, she ordered a
Klingon Bat'leth. Tip to tip 116 centimeters, weight 5.3 kilos with exterior hand grips. Diameter of 5 centimeters. Blades composite baakornite.

Picking it up, she grinned at the familiar weight and the good memories it brought. Then, she started twirling it around as she did another few sets.

Eight years ago, after Orion Slavers had kidnapped a few of the women on the base. Her being one of them. Kolar had insisted on improving her training. So every morning at this godawful hour, he would literally drag her out of bed and off to train. Even after she got good, they didn't stop because, in his words, trained never stopped.

Once her arms started to tremble and the endorphins kicked in, she stopped and took the Bat'leth back to her quarters. It was time to get cleaned up and breakfast.

They had docked 2 hours ago, so breakfast on the base sounded perfect to her.

off:
Lt.Commander Mira Rodale
XO
USS Chuck Norris