Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in Captains Ready Room - Lt Monroe reporting

Posted by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) in Captains Ready Room - Lt Monroe reporting

Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in Captains Ready Room - Lt Monroe reporting
Meredith took a moment to make sure her uniform was as crease free as possible after the transit flight. Her unruly mop of fiery red hair she could do little about, but she’d attempted to tame it by pulling the curls into a loose pony tail and hoping for the best.

She pushed the door chime, and with one last forlorn tug at her hair, waited to enter.

Meredith Monroe - Chief Engineer

The turbo lift on the Bridge opened and a man exited, wearing the Red tunic of Command. Turning left, he headed towards her carrying what looked like a brown paper bag. Seeing her, which wasn’t hard considering the short distance, he smiled. He was older, in his 50’s perhaps but clearly still fit and full of energy while is hair had begun to get more than a few streaks of aging.

“Good morning, Lieutenant.” He offered as he reached her. Clearly on his collar were the four pips of a Captain. “Have I kept you waiting long?”

Captain Rhodes, CO

“Not at all Sir” replied Meredith, her gentle lifting accent on the L’s And R’s betraying her Hebridean heritage.

She stood slightly awkwardly at attention, aware that when she drew herself up she had a good couple of inches on her new Captain and trying not to draw attention to the fact. Her broad shoulders and athletic build made her seem larger than her listed height and she often felt slightly awkward around people as a result.

“Lieutenant Monroe, reporting aboard Sir”

Lt Monroe - Chief Engineer

“Oh good,” Felix said, his English accent sounding pleasantly surprised. “I thought you might be my new Boiler Monkey going by your height and hair. Come on in.” His doors opened and Felix lead the way into his Ready Room. It wasn’t big, the Discovery Class ships never being designed to be spacious.

A desk fronted by two chairs, a sofa, side table and two chairs and bookshelf filled the small room, and Felix approached the work desk and topped one of the chairs. “Take a seat if you like, Lieutenant Monroe, cookie?” He held out the bag, in which were an assortment of various flavoured biscuits. “Choose one, I insist.”

Captain Rhodes, CO