Sam smiled professionally at the ensign, nodding in acknowledgement. He nodded back before dropping out of attention and returning to his station.
She ran her eyes over the bridge of the Constellation-class starship, the USS Valour. This was still a fairly new class, though the Valour's sister-ship, the Enterprise, was already making a name for herself - not that that surprised anyone who knew (or knew of) her captain.
Sam had always wanted her own ship. This was like a dream come true.
She cast an eye over the various reports, going from more serious to less: -
Chief Medical Officer Dr. Frasier was already complaining about Security not paying attention to warnings and overdoing their exercises.
Security Chief Teal'c was preparing consequences for the members of his staff who'd annoyed her - the burly Halanan was not impressed to find that so many of his people didn't know their own limits.
Communications Specialist Lieutenant Jackson had proposed fourteen modifications to the equipment, with the proviso that 'only three of them were at all likely to explode' (Sam made a mental note to start with those; they were the most likely to be a challenge, so she'd better be fresh for them).
Navigator Ensign Quinn had submitted his ninth request for reassignment to somewhere 'away from Ensign Vala' (not likely to happen, since she was Tactical Officer).
Helmsman Lieutenant Mitchell had made some recommendations for new recreational equipment (Sam tried not to cringe too obviously; she knew, she just knew, that O'Neill was going to love them all, and at some point down the line Dr. Frasier would end up in a truly impressive fury).
Sneaked into the last pages was O'Neill's extremely unofficial note: 'Are you sure we're gonna get away with my Chief Engineer being my First Officer?'
Sam smirked, and jotted a quick reply. 'Officially, sir, Walter's your Chief Engineer. I'm the Chief Science Officer, remember?'
She sent the note back, and grinned as she looked around her. Everything was perfectly set up to fool the higher-ups if any of them became suspicious and started sniffing around for signs of what was going on. Admiral Hammond knew the truth, of course, but he could be trusted to keep quiet about it.
Sam had always wanted her own ship. And regardless of all the propaganda about Captains and their ships, everyone in the Fleet knew that the ship really belonged to the Chief Engineer.
Tiny snippet Re: Stargate, Sam (+ any)
Sam smiled professionally at the ensign, nodding in acknowledgement. He nodded back before dropping out of attention and returning to his station.
She ran her eyes over the bridge of the Constellation-class starship, the USS Valour. This was still a fairly new class, though the Valour's sister-ship, the Enterprise, was already making a name for herself - not that that surprised anyone who knew (or knew of) her captain.
Sam had always wanted her own ship. This was like a dream come true.
She cast an eye over the various reports, going from more serious to less: -
Chief Medical Officer Dr. Frasier was already complaining about Security not paying attention to warnings and overdoing their exercises.
Security Chief Teal'c was preparing consequences for the members of his staff who'd annoyed her - the burly Halanan was not impressed to find that so many of his people didn't know their own limits.
Communications Specialist Lieutenant Jackson had proposed fourteen modifications to the equipment, with the proviso that 'only three of them were at all likely to explode' (Sam made a mental note to start with those; they were the most likely to be a challenge, so she'd better be fresh for them).
Navigator Ensign Quinn had submitted his ninth request for reassignment to somewhere 'away from Ensign Vala' (not likely to happen, since she was Tactical Officer).
Helmsman Lieutenant Mitchell had made some recommendations for new recreational equipment (Sam tried not to cringe too obviously; she knew, she just knew, that O'Neill was going to love them all, and at some point down the line Dr. Frasier would end up in a truly impressive fury).
Sneaked into the last pages was O'Neill's extremely unofficial note: 'Are you sure we're gonna get away with my Chief Engineer being my First Officer?'
Sam smirked, and jotted a quick reply. 'Officially, sir, Walter's your Chief Engineer. I'm the Chief Science Officer, remember?'
She sent the note back, and grinned as she looked around her. Everything was perfectly set up to fool the higher-ups if any of them became suspicious and started sniffing around for signs of what was going on. Admiral Hammond knew the truth, of course, but he could be trusted to keep quiet about it.
Sam had always wanted her own ship. And regardless of all the propaganda about Captains and their ships, everyone in the Fleet knew that the ship really belonged to the Chief Engineer.