Posted by Commander Celador Theinna (Executive Officer) in Main sim-Briefing room

Posted by Lieutenant Kaia (Chief Engineer) in Main sim-Briefing room

Posted by Lieutenant Valeria Doctra (Chief Medical Officer) in Main sim-Briefing room
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After replying to Adm. Von Dane’s communique, DaVinci tapped his comm badge.

=^=Colter to all senior staff. We’ve got new orders. Meet me in the main briefing room in 10. Colter out.=^=

Capt. Daniel ‘DaVinci’ Colter
CO-USS Manhattan

=/\= Tuvock to Colter “copy Captain enroute sir”

Tuvock
Sub-Commander, Vulcan High Command
Major (Equivalent), Diplomatic Attaché
USS Manhattan

=/\= “This Is COS Lieutenant Kreegar Kreegar Captain I’m in route sir.”

Lieutenant Saxon Kreeger
Chief Security Officer
USS Manhattan • NCC-88000
Starfleet Command

“Security Through Preparedness. Honor Through Service.”

=/\= on my way sir. =/\= she replied as she left her office to the main briefing room.

Lieutenant T’Shain
Chief Counselor
USS Manhattan • NCC-88000

The door swished back and Valeria entered. She held a pad in her hand and was engrossed in it, her red hair obscuring most of her face. Then she looked up and her green and amber eye met his with a curious look.
“Captain” she greeted as she took the chair at the other end of the table.
“I was just down the corridor… “ she said in her deep timbre voice.

Dr Doctra, CMO

Cherp’Eng was in Main Science when the CO’s call came through. Ensign Millis looked at him.
“You shouldn’t take your egg with you, Sir” Millis told him, “I can keep your offspring safe. And you can give the meeting your full attention.”

Cherp’Eng nodded to the Trill. “Very well, thank you, Ensign.”

Cherp’Eng left the Science Lab for the turbolift that would take him to the main briefing room.

Cherp’Eng tapped his combadge and replied, =^= Cherp’Eng on his way, Captain. =^=

The turbolift ride was uneventful and the tall Avisarite strode down the corridor to the briefing room. He reached the door and it opened at his approach. He looked in, saw the staff already gathered, two Vulcans, a Trill, and a couple of humans. It didn’t look as though the CE was here as yet. Cherp’Eng looked for a spot around the table where he could nest on the floor. Finding such a place, next to the trill, he lowered himself to the carpet. His long neck meant he was able to see above the table despite sitting on the floor.
He nodded politely to the others already there and waited for the briefing to commence.

Cherp’Eng: CSO

OOC Cherp’Eng is a member of my own custom species, the Avisarites, approved by the GM department. Details of the species is linked to his character profile, but if you think sentient ostriches, you are pretty much there with him. It also contains a picture of him. (And yes, his egg will hatch soon)

Russell

Valeria had been itching to lay eyes on the Avisarite, and getting to know him. She gave him a welcoming smile, hoping to make his closer acquaintance soon, preferably in sickbay. She counted herself lucky to get the chance to work with (and examine) this alien race.

A couple of minutes later , Marcus arrived

“Captain, Doctor”

Her smile broadened when Marcus greeted her.
“Hello” she said shortly with a softness in her voice that betrayed her familiarity with the CIO.

There was also what looked like an Ostrich present, He thought it was strange , this was a meeting for the senior staff not their pets he thought, He decided not to say anything about ot now But instead smiled before taking his seat, he didn’t feel the need to confirm he was coming to the meeting like many of the other senior staff did , you were either present or you weren’t and If you weren’t you expected to be chastised for it.

Lt Marcus Kane
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Manhattan

The doors to the main briefing room parted with a quiet hiss, and Lieutenant Saxon Kreeger stepped through with the measured confidence of an officer who had spent most of his career making certain that everyone else could afford to relax. His uniform was immaculate, his security field jacket sitting neatly over his shoulders, and the phaser at his hip was secured in its regulation holster. He paused only long enough to take in the room before proceeding toward the conference table, his eyes moving across the assembled senior staff with the practiced sweep of someone who automatically catalogued exits, personnel, and anything that seemed out of place.

His attention briefly settled on Cherp’Eng seated beside the table. Kreeger had encountered enough unusual species and configurations during his Starfleet career to know better than to make assumptions based on appearance alone. The Avisarite’s presence registered simply as another senior officer answering the Captain’s summons, and Kreeger gave him a respectful nod before continuing. If Marcus Kane’s expression suggested he had reached a different conclusion, that was Kane’s problem, not his.

Kreeger approached the table and took an open seat, placing the PADD he carried in front of him. His gaze settled on Captain Colter.

“Captain.”

There was no need for further acknowledgment. Colter had called, and Security had answered. Kreeger leaned back slightly, his hands resting loosely before him as he waited for the briefing to begin. Whatever had prompted Admiral Von Dane to send new orders, Kreeger suspected it was unlikely to be routine.

For the moment, however, he said nothing. He simply watched, listened, and waited for the Captain to speak.

Lieutenant Saxon Kreeger
Chief Security Officer
USS Manhattan • NCC-88000
Starfleet Command

“Security Through Preparedness. Honor Through Service.”

She waved her hand at Saxon in greeting.

The doors to the main briefing room opened with their customary hiss, and Sub-Commander Tuvock entered with the quiet composure expected of a Vulcan officer. His expression remained neutral as he crossed the threshold, though his eyes immediately took in the room and its occupants with practiced efficiency. The senior staff were already assembling, which suggested Captain Colter had not exaggerated the urgency of his summons.

Tuvock paused briefly, allowing the doors to close behind him before proceeding toward the conference table. His gaze moved from Captain Colter to the assembled department heads, registering each officer without lingering unnecessarily. His attention settled momentarily on Cherp’Eng. The Avisarite’s unusual appearance did not appear to concern him; Starfleet had long since established that physical morphology was an inadequate measure of intelligence, capability, or rank.

He approached the table and inclined his head respectfully toward the Captain.

“Captain.”

His voice was calm and measured, carrying neither urgency nor hesitation. Tuvock took an available seat, placing his hands neatly upon the table in front of him.

As the diplomatic attaché assigned to the Manhattan, Tuvock understood that Admiral Von Dane’s communique could potentially carry implications extending beyond the ship’s immediate operational mission. Until he knew precisely what those orders entailed, speculation would serve no useful purpose.

His attention returned to Captain Colter.

“I am prepared to receive the briefing.”

Tuvock then fell silent, his posture perfectly composed as he waited for the Captain to begin.

Tuvock
Sub-Commander, Vulcan High Command
Major (Equivalent), Diplomatic Attaché
USS Manhattan

What an announcement she thought with hidden amusement. But they were not complete yet. The only other female department head was missing and Valeria couldn’t wait for her to arrive. The air was getting a bit thick with testosterone.

Dr Doctra, CMO

Kaia walked into the briefing room and wordlessly leaped up onto the table in front of one of the empty seats. Much like Cherp’Eng, her body wasn’t built for human chairs, and she would struggle to view the briefing if she tried.

Her tail wrapped around her legs as she crouched, giving a shap nod to the officers she’d had the time to meet, and an analytical gaze to those she hadn’t yet met.

Lieutenant Kaia
Chief Engineer USS Manhattan

Celador walks in and takes his seat near the head of the table. “Good Morning Everyone.” He greets the room as he takes his seat.

-Cel

“Commander”

Marcus said in greeting with a little nod to the XO

Lt Marcus Kane
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Manhattan