Drill, Drill, Drill

Posted on Sun Feb 23rd, 2020 @ 8:42pm by Fleet Captain Torilla Yamaguchi

Mission: Mission 4: Flashover
Location: Various Locations - USS Vanguard
Timeline: 0900Hrs - September 3rd, 2388

Lt Commander Torilla Yamaguchi sat quietly in the command chair rather than over at the tactical station as Admiral T'Lar and the General was off dealing with the plan for the away team. Torilla for her part sighed
softly as she looked over the last series of battle drills, she was
demanding and known for being ruthless in drills, she had not run any
since coming to Starbase 400 but she relished any chances to flex her
muscles while on duty as she sighed.

The drill she had just completed simulated a two Warbird attack and the
Vanguard was able to fight them off but not before sustaining heavy
damage and losing a third of her crew to casualties and wounded.

It Would end in Mission abort.

Yamaguchi sighed softly as she was not pleased as she tapped the console
as she was tired and frustrated as she looked out at the space
that lay ahead of them, they were also about forty hours away from their
target and to her knowledge, there was no working plan as yet but then she
would be informed when a working plan was established or so she hoped.

Yamaguchi accepted the PADD with the finalized results of the drill and
needless to say, she was less than amused as she wanted to scream at someone
but she remained still as she read over the results for the third time.

Captain Clifford was off duty at present and anyone else who could command
the watch so Torilla found herself in the center chair but then with all
these heavyweights around, she found it amusing that she had any time for
command at all.

She chuckled softly but it drew a look from about the bridge.

"Something wrong sir?" the Operations Officer inquired.

"Just thinking to myself Ensign, The New girl to command is presently
in command... The universe truly has a perverse sense of humor." with that she smiled. "Alright.. lets set up for another drill.." and with that, a rather evil smile appeared on her lips. "And... take it from the top." she looked at the Operations officer. "Sock it to them, Ensign...
begin the drill but as before... keep the brass out of it."

"Keeping the brass out... keeping the tinnies in.... aye sir."

"Tinnies?" Yamaguchi inquired.

"Ummm.... sorry sir... it's umm..."

"Its an insult to the Navy from Starfighter command. I figured.."

"I'm sorry sir..."

"It's fine.." Yamaguchi responded. "Foreward your file to my Exec... I could
use a man like you."

The Ensign raised an eyebrow. "Starting the drill and a Romulan warbird just appeared on long-range sensors... it's not heading for us..."

"Are they indeed?" Yamaguchi inquired with a good-natured smile, if it
bothered her that a Romulan warbird appeared in the middle of a drill,
she either didn't seem to let it bother her or she had nerves made of methane ice.

"Sir, another warbird just appeared, it's trailing the first... same patrol
pattern..."

"Very well, keep an eye on them while we run the drill." Yamaguchi commented
as she made herself comfortable in the chair.