Posted by Civilian William Cunningham (Counselor) in Ready Room -William Cunningham’s C.O. Check in
William was flustered and had gotten lost at least three times and used the map to get himself unlost mostly successfully each time as he made his way to the ready room. The hallways seemed to go on forever and remembering which turn he had made before had gotten harder and harder but he got the hang of it. William had been informed that he needed to make sure to check in with the C.O. and he was one to follow the rules for the most part. He had taken the time to put his bag in his quaters at least so one less thing he had to worry about in a long list on the first day aboard such a ship as the Manhattan. When William finally found the ready room he sighed in relief. He straigtend his suit and then ran a hand through his blond hair before pushing the com to let the Captain know he was there. As he waited crewmen stared at him and he grinned.
“Just waiting to see the Captain,” William told them in his smooth british accent feeling like it was the first day of school all over again except the stakes were much higher.

When the chime rang, that came a voice, though slightly muffled by the door, stated “Enter” and the door responded by allowing entrance into the Ready Room. That meant the ready room was now his ready room, and it now reflected the ecclectic style of the Captain. There was a bookcase with actual books in multiple languages. There was a common thread among them, strategy and tactics, war and combat. To the right of the desk behind the Captain was a rounded bronze shield emblazoned with images of hearth and home. There appeared to be a sword and spear attached to said shield that were from the same era. On the left was a different type of shield more of a tear drop emblazzoned with a double barred cross on a field of white. This time the sword was settled into a rack above the shield. Near the door was a glass case with several models of ships, There was a stand marked Manhattan but it was currently Empty. On the opposite wall were a pair of paintings, one of a Sailing vessel having a battle at sea, and the other of Pendragon class Battleship fighting the Dominion. As the door swished open the Captain was seated behind the desk, reading from a PaDD. He was just under six feet tall, with long flowing blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. Bright blue eyes twinkled in the lighting, and golden earrings glimmered at his ears. Looking up at his visitor, his voice was tinged with a bit of the british as well but so faint it might have been a ghost. “How can I help you Mr.?” Balian had not been expecting a civillian transfer, perhaps it was in the stack of dispatches he had yet to geta momnt to read.

Fleet Captain Balian Ibn Barazan, Captain