If it hadn't been for his First Officer, none of this would have happenned.
Three Hull ruptures, five plama fires, and and the brief threat of a Warp core breach was enough to put anyone on edge. Forunately only a handful of crewmembers had been injured, and none seriously.
Wulfhramn knew he really shouldn't blame anyone other than himself, as it was him, and him alone who had granted auhtorization for the week's "festivities." This realization only made him scowl even more.
His First Officer, Rachel O'Harra, had offered the suggestion of extending the Annual Saint Patrick's Day celebrations throughout the rest of the week, in Honour of the Bonnie Dundee's transfer to Serenity Station and the Firefly Fleet. At the time, he'd given it a grin and a wink, thinking it the perfect way to get the crew in the mood and excited about their new home.
He should have known his crew better.
Considering his disputes with the Admiralty, he was in the habit of recieving transfers from crew members with a chequered past. That may have given them a few brownie points as far as he was concerned, but unless they had some worthwhile skills to offer the Ship, the transfers would have been refused without a second thought.
No, his crew was more than competent - the problem was that given their backgrounds, most had decided to completely ignore Syntheholic drink, and headed straight for the real thing. Now, in moderation, Wulfhramn normally have let such behaviour slide, especially during a time of celebration. The problem was that in order to Rendezvous with Serenity Station, they had to travel through the Badlands - and *that* turned out to be a problem.
The Bonnie Dundee was a good ship, but she was old, darned old. She was a relic back during the Dominion Wars, and if were not for the affection that Wulfhramn had for the old girl, he probably would have let her be decomissioned years ago. The major overhaul back in '87 had made her sail like new again, but that was still over two decades past. The minor refits since then still kept the Dundee competitive, but she was sure showing her age at the moment.
Had they been paying more attention, they might have noticed the gravimetric burst from the nearby plasma storm a wee bit earlier than they did. And if the helman had had a wee bit less to drink the night before, he might have been able to react a bit quicker than he did. As it was, the Dundee was struck aft of the main engineering levels, causing all kinds of confusion and foolishness, none of it the good kind.
Now *that* would have been embarassing, having to be rescued while in the process of joining a rescue fleet. His friends would never let him live that down . . . that and the minor Tribble Incident back on Rigel 7. He sincerely hoped that no mention of *that* would have preceded him . . . .
"Captain, we're able to patch our way through the local subspace inerference, Serenity Station is now in hailing range."
"Finally some good news for change - Leftenant, advise Serenity that we request permission to dock, and the use of her repair facilities. Number One, you have the bridge."
With that, Wulfhramn retired to his ready room. He could use a stiff drink.
Three Hull ruptures, five plama fires, and and the brief threat of a Warp core breach was enough to put anyone on edge. Forunately only a handful of crewmembers had been injured, and none seriously.
Wulfhramn knew he really shouldn't blame anyone other than himself, as it was him, and him alone who had granted auhtorization for the week's "festivities." This realization only made him scowl even more.
His First Officer, Rachel O'Harra, had offered the suggestion of extending the Annual Saint Patrick's Day celebrations throughout the rest of the week, in Honour of the Bonnie Dundee's transfer to Serenity Station and the Firefly Fleet. At the time, he'd given it a grin and a wink, thinking it the perfect way to get the crew in the mood and excited about their new home.
He should have known his crew better.
Considering his disputes with the Admiralty, he was in the habit of recieving transfers from crew members with a chequered past. That may have given them a few brownie points as far as he was concerned, but unless they had some worthwhile skills to offer the Ship, the transfers would have been refused without a second thought.
No, his crew was more than competent - the problem was that given their backgrounds, most had decided to completely ignore Syntheholic drink, and headed straight for the real thing. Now, in moderation, Wulfhramn normally have let such behaviour slide, especially during a time of celebration. The problem was that in order to Rendezvous with Serenity Station, they had to travel through the Badlands - and *that* turned out to be a problem.
The Bonnie Dundee was a good ship, but she was old, darned old. She was a relic back during the Dominion Wars, and if were not for the affection that Wulfhramn had for the old girl, he probably would have let her be decomissioned years ago. The major overhaul back in '87 had made her sail like new again, but that was still over two decades past. The minor refits since then still kept the Dundee competitive, but she was sure showing her age at the moment.
Had they been paying more attention, they might have noticed the gravimetric burst from the nearby plasma storm a wee bit earlier than they did. And if the helman had had a wee bit less to drink the night before, he might have been able to react a bit quicker than he did. As it was, the Dundee was struck aft of the main engineering levels, causing all kinds of confusion and foolishness, none of it the good kind.
Now *that* would have been embarassing, having to be rescued while in the process of joining a rescue fleet. His friends would never let him live that down . . . that and the minor Tribble Incident back on Rigel 7. He sincerely hoped that no mention of *that* would have preceded him . . . .
"Captain, we're able to patch our way through the local subspace inerference, Serenity Station is now in hailing range."
"Finally some good news for change - Leftenant, advise Serenity that we request permission to dock, and the use of her repair facilities. Number One, you have the bridge."
With that, Wulfhramn retired to his ready room. He could use a stiff drink.
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