<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8cTKoED.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Viktor Carrick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329997.msg15759744#msg15759744)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Receiving orders; disseminating orders<br/><strong>Tag | Mention:</strong>Senior Staff, The Captain<br/><hr/><br/>"Captain on the bridge." Commander Carrick calls, standing from his position and falling into attention. His face stays blank, but he rather suspects she's learning to recognize his sense of humor. After these months together and from their time at the shipyard, he knows Melinda isn't exactly the poster child for military protocol. Which gives him all the more reason<em>to</em>stick to protocol--it wouldn't do for them to fall out of the habit. It has nothing to do with the fact it needles her slightly, or to get back at her for her disorganization. Nothing at all.<br/><br/>The immediate order change draws his interest, though is aware if it isn't need-to-know the Captain will explain briefly. Given his own orders he sits at the Commander's chair at the Captain's side, tapping at a datapad and organizing a missive to the department heads. Even as he does so he's pressing his communicator, speaking briefly. "All senior staff are to report to the briefing room in one hour." That DS11 had<em>misplaced</em>one of their runabouts was a concern, and his fingers pause only briefly as he thinks of other ships that have been<em>misplaced</em>over the years. "Sitrep?" He asks, inquiring more for anything of immediate note that he needs to begin considering in a tactical plan.<br/><br/>"So much for a quiet survey mission." Viktor muses, slanting a glance at the Captain. If it turns out to merely have been a runabout off on a joyride, he will be<em>displeased</em>. Despite himself there's a curl of excitement; he hadn't joined Starfleet for a quiet life surveying planets. Even with everything that had happened, the sense of adventure never<em>quite</em>left.