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USS Manhattan

Pre-Sim: Captains Ready room, diplomatic ties.

Posted by Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson (Diplomatic Attaché) in Pre-Sim: Captains Ready room, diplomatic ties.

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim: Captains Ready room, diplomatic ties.

Posted by Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson (Diplomatic Attaché) in Pre-Sim: Captains Ready room, diplomatic ties.
Bjarke stood outside the door his eyes almost level with the top of the door, a small ornate box carved with Nordic ruins marked the sides encircling an image of Freya and Fenris. Giving himself a once over his dress uniform was impeccable. His beard braided with interwoven silver laces and beads. his long hair and beard were groomed well. He wrang the bell with anticipation.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché

The door silently slid open to reveal the office beyond. The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves lined with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there.

Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately. Below that hung a… ‘coat’, for lack of a better word… that seemed to originate from a vid from Earth circa the mid twentieth century. Specifically those years many referred to as ‘the 70’s’. Bright red, lined in fur, it looked like it would belong to someone named ‘Pookie’ or perhaps ‘Moe Bootie’.

Seated behind the desk was the Commanding Officer, Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the ice-blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Fleet Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He smiled and stood up and, holding out his hand, he said with a slight British accent “Lieutenant. Welcome. As I don’t immediately recognize you, may I hazard a guess and say you are our new Diplomatic Attaché?”

Cochrane, CO

Bjarke ducked under the door as he entered his massive frame filling the door way, he took in the room with some interest is was well decorated and seemed to have a lot of personality built into the design. Shifting the ornate box to his left hand he stretched out his right hand in friendship grabbing the CO’s for arm instead of his hand. “I am, Lieutenant Bjarke (byaka) Viktorsson” he deep timbered Nordic accent bellowed. He lifted the box over there arms. “A gift from my cousin Ravna” he said. “Fresh rolled grown cigars” he smiled hoping to share one with the man. “May I sit?” he asked.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché

Cochrane’s face lit up at the mention of the ship’s for er Diplomat. “Revna is your cousin?! That’s fantastic!” he said as he shook the man’s arm vigorously before letting go. He wasn’t nearly as big as the newconerbut he seemed to possess startling amount of strength for a man his size. He took the box and set it down and said “Yes, of course. Have a seat.” He sat down himself and said “How is she doing? And how is the family?”

Cochrane, CO

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