Posted by Lieutenant Patrick ‘Paddy’ McMillan (CNS) in Main Sim - And So It Begins…

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim - And So It Begins…

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - And So It Begins…
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Probably a final favor from Special Projects. Sara thought. “You’re late, Calloway.” She said, assuming character. “We’re just leaving dock.”

-CO

Shara scowled at Kiernan. “Clearly. Moving ship and all.”

The bridge doors swished open and onto the deck limped a tall man with a beard. He was clad in jeans, a dark grey woollen jersey and a black knee length leather trench coat and leather boots. His dark hair was peppered with silver and cut much shorter than it has been when the crew had rescued him from the Klingon derelict. He leaned on a black metal cane as he came to stand out of the way, eyes taking in those present as if he were slightly nervous about being in a group of people and was prepared for some sort of attack. He said nothing just watched.

Ryley
MD

Bethany didn’t even look up, but the signature step of foot falls, limp, and cane told her who it was. “Have a seat gimp, and stay out of the way.” The barb flowed easily off her tongue, part of her new persona, but buried deep, Bethany’s true self cringed at it.

Gadi, CoS

The corner of Ryley’s mouth turned upwards slightly. “Don’t worry yourself about me sweetheart. But let me know if you get too wound up, I’m sure I have a sedative here somewhere.” He said patting one of his pockets.

Ryley
MD

Striding over to her station, Calloway cast both Gadi and Ryley a look. “Now children, don’t make me come and separate you,” she said, her mouth slipping into a sly smirk. She brought up the various feeds she was monitoring, keeping an eye on the chatter so they could adapt as needed. Each and every detail mattered here.

~Shara Calloway, Rebel with an Attitude

“Why the hell would you want to seperate them, I say get a pool going and see who can make the highest bet!”

-Paddy ‘The Pain’ McMillan-

Nerira walked out on the bridge, she had exchanged her Starfleet uniform for the dark Romulan clothes Tochrur had given her before he had been assassinated. Slung across her back was was a Romulan disruptor rifle and strapped to her belt was a Romulan blade. She had cut her jet black hair to a significantly shorter length so it hung down just above her chin.
“I hope the Romulan assassin look isn’t too off-putting” she said jokingly looking around the bridge admiring the rest of the crews attire.
approaching the captain she said “I have finally been briefed on the situation. Where can I be the most use to you?

-Nerira Akanar, Romulan assassin

OOC: despite what my character may say, I still have not been able to find the XO and get that briefing so I am still a little lost. Hope I inserted myself into the sim in acceptable fashion, if not let me know.