10-02-2026, 03:42 PM
== Thank you Amelina!
I hope I am able to continue to be as thorough as I've been in the Academy!
I'm presenting on a calm bridge as though the ship is not out on a mission like it currently is.
The Tag at the end is to show I understand to tag whom I'm directing the post to. ==
== AT/D01 - Bridge - USS Artemis ==
The heavy turbolift doors parted with a smooth hiss, revealing the perfectly oval, three-tiered expanse of Deck Two. Loma stepped onto the upper perimeter walk, his eyes taking in the layout he had spent the last two days memorizing off the station databanks. Seeing the ship's schematics rendered in physical space—the muted beige and gray palette, the faux-chrome trim gleaming under soft overhead lighting, and the perimeter consoles arranged systematically around the room—only confirmed his earlier assessment.
The schematics didn't lie, Loma thought, his security mind automatically mapping sightlines and foot-traffic flow as he looked over the space. The open, multi-level layout gives command clear sightlines on every station, but those steps down to tactical could bottleneck an emergency response if the bridge ever takes a hit.
Standing six feet tall with a broad, athletic frame forged from years of hard manual labor in outer-rim salvage, Loma looked every bit the part of a security officer. His dark hair was neatly trimmed to regulations, and his dress uniform sat crisp and unwrinkled against his broad shoulders. In his left hand, he held a standard-issue duty PADD containing his transfer orders and personnel files. As he adjusted his grip, the motion briefly exposed the crescent-shaped chemical scar along his forearm—a permanent reminder of his blue-collar roots long before wearing Starfleet gray.
With deliberate, measured strides, Loma crossed the beige carpet and descended the steps toward the central command area, coming to a sharp halt precisely three paces from Captain Crawford. He snapped to full attention, extending the duty PADD forward in his left hand while keeping his right hand resting comfortably at his side.
"Reporting as ordered, Ma'am," Loma spoke, his voice deep, clear, and grounded with calm authority. "Cadet Loma Altura, reporting for duty on the USS Artemis. Security detail. Here are my transfer orders."
He held his stance, eyes fixed ahead, waiting for Captain Crawford to take the PADD and acknowledge his presence on the bridge.
== Tag Captain Crawford ==
I hope I am able to continue to be as thorough as I've been in the Academy!
I'm presenting on a calm bridge as though the ship is not out on a mission like it currently is.
The Tag at the end is to show I understand to tag whom I'm directing the post to. ==
== AT/D01 - Bridge - USS Artemis ==
The heavy turbolift doors parted with a smooth hiss, revealing the perfectly oval, three-tiered expanse of Deck Two. Loma stepped onto the upper perimeter walk, his eyes taking in the layout he had spent the last two days memorizing off the station databanks. Seeing the ship's schematics rendered in physical space—the muted beige and gray palette, the faux-chrome trim gleaming under soft overhead lighting, and the perimeter consoles arranged systematically around the room—only confirmed his earlier assessment.
The schematics didn't lie, Loma thought, his security mind automatically mapping sightlines and foot-traffic flow as he looked over the space. The open, multi-level layout gives command clear sightlines on every station, but those steps down to tactical could bottleneck an emergency response if the bridge ever takes a hit.
Standing six feet tall with a broad, athletic frame forged from years of hard manual labor in outer-rim salvage, Loma looked every bit the part of a security officer. His dark hair was neatly trimmed to regulations, and his dress uniform sat crisp and unwrinkled against his broad shoulders. In his left hand, he held a standard-issue duty PADD containing his transfer orders and personnel files. As he adjusted his grip, the motion briefly exposed the crescent-shaped chemical scar along his forearm—a permanent reminder of his blue-collar roots long before wearing Starfleet gray.
With deliberate, measured strides, Loma crossed the beige carpet and descended the steps toward the central command area, coming to a sharp halt precisely three paces from Captain Crawford. He snapped to full attention, extending the duty PADD forward in his left hand while keeping his right hand resting comfortably at his side.
"Reporting as ordered, Ma'am," Loma spoke, his voice deep, clear, and grounded with calm authority. "Cadet Loma Altura, reporting for duty on the USS Artemis. Security detail. Here are my transfer orders."
He held his stance, eyes fixed ahead, waiting for Captain Crawford to take the PADD and acknowledge his presence on the bridge.
== Tag Captain Crawford ==