Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Baumann went back to his (now much larger) quarters and changed into his uniform. Making sure it was squared away, he left and made his way to the bridge. Stepping onto it, he felt the familiarity of the space and suppressed a small smile. Turning, he went to the Captain’s Ready Room door and pressed the chime.

Baumann, Intel

Since there wasn’t anything pressing, she had her feet curled up under her as she sat on the chair sipping her tea. The short black ankle boots were tipped over, forgotten, on the floor under her chair. Without looking up from her PaDD, she called out. “COME” she hollered, half expecting it to be her cook with lunch. The poor man was determined to make her fat.

Ari
CO