Onward and Upward (or Downward)
Petroski and Zavvis departed with their marines for Hyperion as scheduled, without fanfare- although Feraan and the Fenns had stopped by their quarters briefly to offer thanks and farewells. For the duration of their trip to Hyperion, the captain and first officer intended to neglect their stature and be assimilated by their counterparts, savoring that state of affairs for as long as they remained out of a position of command. The danger they faced didn't weigh heavily on either of them. If anything, they were well rested, confident, and genuinely eager to resume command of their ship. Things already felt marvelously different. The old frustrations and resentments had fallen away. Hyperion was their home, their challenge, and their reward.
On the contrary, most of Magellan's senior staff would be shipping out nerve-wracked and dead tired. The investigation had strained Engineering and Security to their limits. While they could be reasonably assured that no trace of physical tampering remained, there were no corresponding guarantees about the new crew, who had trickled in from all over the Federation.
Petroski and Zavvis had secured as many of Dekospos' selections as they could, but these people could not be trusted blindly, any more than could those recruited in lieu of personnel who couldn't or wouldn't transfer to Magellan. Security had their hands full with background checks, paperwork, physical reports from Medical, contraband searches: all routine procedure, but with five times as many pairs of eyes going over everything.
Nazeh, meanwhile, spent more time (and frustration) than she cared to admit in the attempt to clamp down even harder on incoming and outgoing transmissions. Vydok picked up more of the slack around Science without complaint. The whole department, old and new, became comfortable with deferring to him by default. Nazeh's optimism about turning over a new leaf as a leader disappeared somewhere between firewall tweaks and probabilistic risk assessments.
Then there were the routine matters that every department had to tend to. For one thing, the old guard would be overseeing the new. Everyone who'd accompanied the senior staff on mutiny- all below the rank of Lieutenant- received a promotion. It meant that some of the senior staff no longer outranked all of their subordinates, but the toil and dedication of the past three years couldn't go unrecognized.
For another, there was the age-old problem of integrating old crew with new, and trying to get over instinctive feelings of distrust. Since the imposed team-building activity of three years prior left a bad taste in several mouths, the senior staff tried to come up with alternatives. Security had their usual drills in the holodeck, Engineering their safety drills. That was a place to start, at least.
There were also smaller side tasks to tend to as Magellan got underway.
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On the contrary, most of Magellan's senior staff would be shipping out nerve-wracked and dead tired. The investigation had strained Engineering and Security to their limits. While they could be reasonably assured that no trace of physical tampering remained, there were no corresponding guarantees about the new crew, who had trickled in from all over the Federation.
Petroski and Zavvis had secured as many of Dekospos' selections as they could, but these people could not be trusted blindly, any more than could those recruited in lieu of personnel who couldn't or wouldn't transfer to Magellan. Security had their hands full with background checks, paperwork, physical reports from Medical, contraband searches: all routine procedure, but with five times as many pairs of eyes going over everything.
Nazeh, meanwhile, spent more time (and frustration) than she cared to admit in the attempt to clamp down even harder on incoming and outgoing transmissions. Vydok picked up more of the slack around Science without complaint. The whole department, old and new, became comfortable with deferring to him by default. Nazeh's optimism about turning over a new leaf as a leader disappeared somewhere between firewall tweaks and probabilistic risk assessments.
Then there were the routine matters that every department had to tend to. For one thing, the old guard would be overseeing the new. Everyone who'd accompanied the senior staff on mutiny- all below the rank of Lieutenant- received a promotion. It meant that some of the senior staff no longer outranked all of their subordinates, but the toil and dedication of the past three years couldn't go unrecognized.
For another, there was the age-old problem of integrating old crew with new, and trying to get over instinctive feelings of distrust. Since the imposed team-building activity of three years prior left a bad taste in several mouths, the senior staff tried to come up with alternatives. Security had their usual drills in the holodeck, Engineering their safety drills. That was a place to start, at least.
There were also smaller side tasks to tend to as Magellan got underway.
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