All Hands… Party Time!

Posted on Fri Feb 2nd, 2024 @ 11:48pm by Captain Michael Intermeezo

Mission: Guilty Pleasures
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Present

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{Bridge, Chuck Norris: The next morning…}

“Now entering orbit of Risa, Captain.” Lance announced from the flight control panel at the forward centre of the bridge.”Risan orbital control have given us a green light to beam down whenever we’re ready.”

Michael got up from the command chair and took a couple of steps forward. On the main viewer was the gorgeous looking green-blue planet. It didn’t look all that different to Earth in reality, but thanks to its weather control systems, the climate was tropical and it hardly ever rained. The perfect vacation planet. “Excellent, Mr Lance. Thank you.”

The Captain turned around just in time to see Rodale arrive on the bridge. Their unexpected late night, early morning talk had been unexpected, but one he had enjoyed. He hadn’t made any friends whilst being in command of the Chuck Norris, and in reality it wasn’t really his place to be making friends with the crew. He was their Captain first and foremost, and a fine line needed to be drawn between friendship and duty. He could already tell that Mira was likely destined to become the closest thing that he’d be able to call a friend onboard ship.

He gave the woman a nod, a gesture she returned as she took her seat in the XO’s chair. “This is the Captain to all hands. Feel free to depart the ship at your own leisure. Delta shift will remain onboard until 0700 tomorrow morning, after which elongated shift patterns will take place to ensure each of you get some decent time on Risa.” He looked around the room. He’d never seen a bunch of people more ready to leave their posts and start their vacation. The transporter rooms were about to get real busy. “Enjoy your time on Risa. Please have fun, but try and behave. While you are down there you are representing Starfleet, and this ship. With all of that said… Intermeezo, out.”

He got to his feet and looked around the room once again. “Everyone… dismissed.” He smiled as the dozen or so officers and crew patiently made their way off the bridge. Suddenly a thought entered his mind. An important thought.. One that had the potential to ruin his vacation.

Had he remembered to pack his swimming shorts?!


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Captain Michael Intermeezo
Commanding Officer
USS Chuck Norris, NCC-4005