Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side Sim - Transporter Room - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (Open to all, TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Side Sim - Bridge - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (Open to all, TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)

Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side Sim - Bridge - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (Open to all, TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)
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=/\= Manhattan, this is Federation vessel Mawhenny. Request permission to approach and beam over 2 individuals. Your Skipper should be expecting us. =/\=

As the call came in, a Cardassian Hideki-class long range craft dropped out of warp roughly two thousand kilometers away off the starboard side of the Manhattan. Cochrane walked out of the Ready Room and looked at the Lieutenant on duty in the command chair. “Acknowledge that hail and give them permission. Contact the XO, Security Chief, Commander and Lieutenant Calloway to meet me in transporter room two. And tell Lieutenant Wyatt to prepare the brig for visitors.” and he walked into the turbo lift and scowled as the doors slid closed.

Less than a minute later, the doors to the transporter room slid open and Cochrane strode into the room. He looked at the Petty Officer on duty and said “S’ler, wait until their ship is alongside of us, then energize. Hopefully everyone will be here by then.”

Cochrane, CO

Shara naturally arrived only a step behind Cochrane and she simply took up a spot against a wall. “Do we know his status?” she asked the CO softly. It was important for them to be able to anticipate how Faye might react, though even as she thought that she understood that if there was anything they could be certain of, it was that her daughter lived to be unpredictable even if it wasn’t a conscious decision.

~Shara Calloway

Cochrane was about to reply when the whine of the transporter signaled the arrival of someone… or in this case… someones. As the two forms coalesced on the pad, Alex smiled to one of them and said “Gunny. Good to see you.”

Shara peeled herself off the wall and joined Cochrane at his side. Where was Faye? She knew her daughter too well to know she wouldn’t just be lackadaisical and wander in late without cause. But it didn’t matter right now because right now her attention was required elsewhere. She took in the two men with a brefe but intense scan of her eyes.

The figure was speaking to was a somewhat older human male with short-cut slat and pepper hair cut in the style of the Marines. He wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t short, either. Standing around six feet tall, the man was built like a small tank. Wide shoulders and well defined muscles rippled under the black jacket he wore. His legs were solidly built; with wide, muscular thighs and defined calves. His face was weathered, but not wholly unhandsome; just as if he had spent many years outside. He wore a clean and well kept beard that had slightly more gray than brown in it, but his eyes seemed to pierce through anything they set their gaze on.

“Cochrane.” and he shook Cochrane’s offered hand. “You’re looking good. And a fine ship, by the way. Hope she’s as pretty inside as she is outside.” the man replied with a slight country drawl. He motioned to the other man standing next to him. “This is Commander Leroy Strickland.” Cochrane held a hand out to the man, whose obviously cybernetic eyes locked onto him and he nodded. Shaking the offered hand, he said “Agent Pikelsimer says I have you to thank for the ride out of there, Captain. You have my thanks and my gratitude.” Alex smiled and shook his head. “No, no. Faye is the one you should thank. She figured it out. I just called the cab.” and he gestured to Shara. “Commander Calloway, COmmander Strickland and this is Federation Security Agent Micah Pikelsimer.”

For Shara, Strickland was important not because he was Faye’s handler, but because he understood the intricacies of the kinds of tasks both herself and Faye had been given in ways others could not. And as expected, the latter was the man from the report. A person who saw a task through to the end. Good.

Piklesimer looked at the elder Calloway and gave her a none-to-subtle smile. “Well… this certainly is a pleasure. Nice to make your acquaintance.” and he held out his hand to her.

Pikelsimer, FedSec

Shara shook his hand with intention, her own showing she had certainly worked hard over her life. In her early sixties, Shara was the modern Human equivalent of middle age, but constant physical training and the living of a hard life had left her with a lean and toned physique. “They say you can tell everything you need to know about a person in our line of work by the after action report,” she said, a gleam appearing in her eyes. “Kudos.” Others saw Federation Security as the ‘others’ but not Shara. She had played the game of choosing sides before and not only was it unnecessary now, it made their jobs harder than it needed to be.

~Commander Shara Calloway

Micah gave her hand a squeeze and he said “AAR’s only give so much. YOu should let me tell me you all about it over a drink.” and he looked at Cochrane without releasing Shara’s hand. “You got a bar on this bucket, don’t ya Skipper?”

Cochrane looked at Pikelsimer… then to Shara… then to Strickland. Strickland, to his credit, just chuckled. “Captain, has he always been this subtle?” and Cochrane chuckled as well. “Oh no… he’s much improved form when I last saw him.”

Micah looked at Shara and smiled. “Pay them no mind. They’re just jealous.” and he winked as he slowly released her hand.

Pikelsimer, FedSec