06-14-2026, 06:11 PM
== NRC – Midshipman Niter – Horta = Tactical Officer. ==
== Deck 2 ==
Since his being barred from ever operating the flight control systems again, Niter had spent much of this duty time supervising the aft torpedo launchers aboard the Yeager.
It was one of the few times his ever optimistic attitude was diminished. Maybe if the Captain hadn't made the effort to show how much her disappointment in his performance had irked her, by not only writing 'This officer is no longer allowed to pilot ANY craft of ANY type!!!!!!”, on his carapace with a hammer and chisel, but the fact she had underlined it three times and applied an unnecessary number of exclamation marks.
Or rather, that's how the one to one meeting afterwards felt to him.
Since then, he had kept his 'head' down. Or he hoped he had. There was another incident where he may have occidentally melted a couple of feet of carpet on deck 12 after a double shift. But no one had said anything.
Today, all systems read green across the board. The large haptic interface he used to access ships systems had now been spread out to cover the entire deck floor enabling him to access almost any relevant system he required from the automated magazine torpedo loading arms to the fire control suite.
Once he'd received the signal that they were underway, he ran the obligatory preflight diagnostics and and sent the system readiness signal to the main tactical operations station on the bridge. And all he had to do now was hope he wasn't required.
== Deck 2 ==
Since his being barred from ever operating the flight control systems again, Niter had spent much of this duty time supervising the aft torpedo launchers aboard the Yeager.
It was one of the few times his ever optimistic attitude was diminished. Maybe if the Captain hadn't made the effort to show how much her disappointment in his performance had irked her, by not only writing 'This officer is no longer allowed to pilot ANY craft of ANY type!!!!!!”, on his carapace with a hammer and chisel, but the fact she had underlined it three times and applied an unnecessary number of exclamation marks.
Or rather, that's how the one to one meeting afterwards felt to him.
Since then, he had kept his 'head' down. Or he hoped he had. There was another incident where he may have occidentally melted a couple of feet of carpet on deck 12 after a double shift. But no one had said anything.
Today, all systems read green across the board. The large haptic interface he used to access ships systems had now been spread out to cover the entire deck floor enabling him to access almost any relevant system he required from the automated magazine torpedo loading arms to the fire control suite.
Once he'd received the signal that they were underway, he ran the obligatory preflight diagnostics and and sent the system readiness signal to the main tactical operations station on the bridge. And all he had to do now was hope he wasn't required.