Posted by Lieutenant Dashel Jamison (Son of Morak) (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim - Mission Briefing

Posted by Commander Serena Stone (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Mission Briefing

Posted by Lieutenant Dashel Jamison (Son of Morak) (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim - Mission Briefing
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The ship was abuzz with activity, in the hurried recall from shore leave for those that had it, and the loading of supplies. Amidst the mix the notification went out to the senior staff for the Athena both old faces and new. Mission briefing, conference room, deck 1. Time stamped 30 minutes from when it went out.

A few minutes before the meeting was set, Serena filled into the room, a mug of something vaguely fragrant with floral notes in one hand, and a tablet-sized PADD. A moment later she found her seat next to the head of the table and eased into it. Settled, she called up all the data she could slurp out of the ship’s databanks on Wer Beta III, crossed referenced with current events. Overseeing the last bit of activity as they pulled away from the station left little time for research but now that she had a few minutes, she might be able to get a head start.

Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

Dashel walked with purpose through the corridors of the Athena, heading towards the conference room on deck 1 of the ship. He had no desire to be late. He also realised he made a gaff on the bridge earlier … the XO actually was a Commander, having just been promoted to the rank by the Captain at a crew event. He had missed the announcement, and was working from an old crew manifest. He would have to acknowledge it with her, put it right. His honour demanded it, not the honour that klingons professed, the personal code that both sets of his parents had drilled into him … own up to the mistake, deal with any flak that results, and then move on.

Entering the conference room, he saw the XO sitting at the table, and no one else, a perfect opportunity. But first … he needed a drink after all that work in the cargo bay, and with him there was only one drink that would do.
=^= Computer, one Iced Tea, Prune flavoured. =^=
Having already had one in the ship’s lounge, it was programmed into the computer’s memory banks … and almost immediately it appeared. A glass, filled with ice, liquid, and chopped prunes. The liquid looked as though it could have been water, but it was the purplish colour of prunes, though it was semi-transparent, and had some mint floating on the top of it. Picking it up, he sipped at it … replicated prunes weren’t as good as the real thing, but it’d have to do.

Carrying his drink in one hand, his bat’leth in the other, Dek approached the conference table. Leaning his bat’leth next to the wall, and putting the iced tea on the table, stood straight, hands behind his back and said, “Excuse me, Commander.”

Jamison, Dash Jamison, Son of Morak
CTO, USS Athena
OOC: Congrats on the IC promotion, Sam - Russell

((Thanks, Russ.))

Serena had paid the CTO little mind upon entering. Officers were expected to start filtering in at any moment. One eyebrow arched, even as she read, at the mention of prune-flavored. That was a bold choice. And of course the tactical officer’s voice filtered through her distraction too. But when his presence drew near and he addressed her, stormy gray eyes pulled away from her light research. First landing on the bat’leth. Then on the man.

Brenna made her way from the lounge back to the conference room. She had a coffee in hand and was finishing a warm chocolate croissant along the way. Using the reflective surface of the LCARS display in the corridor, she checked to make sure there was no chocolate in her face. Then she stepped into the conference room.

Nodding to the XO she found a seat about half way down the table. She noticed the other officer in the room. He seemed to be waiting for the Cmdr, and so she kept quiet as to not interrupt.

Lt. Cmdr. Atoded, Counsellor

The new counselor caught her attention and received a nod. Turning her attention back mister Jamison, she saw the open look on his face. “Lieutenant Jamison, have the Borg boarded our ship?”

Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

Kelas entered the room, doing his best he moved to a seat quietly so as not to disrupt any conversation or draw to much attention to himself.

“Not as far as I’m aware, Commander Stone,” he said, “I” he paused, cleared his throat and continued on, “I wanted to apologise for calling you Lieutenant Commander earlier. The crew manifest I reviewed on my way to this posting ndicated you were a Lieutenant Commander. Clearly, it was wrong. My adopted father told me to apologise for mistakes and move on. So, I am doing that now, I apologise for not identifying your rank earlier on the bridge, it won’t happen again.”

Jamison, Dash Jamison, Son of Morak
CTO, USS Athena

“It happens,” Serena said, her tone flat. She pushed the chair back and rose to her full height. “I don’t know what they’re teaching at the Academy these days in terms of etiquette, but full rank is usually only used when being very formal. Day to day operations brevet ranks may be referred to by full rank for ease of communication. So even if the information was out of date, a simple ‘Commander’ would have been fine. Unless there was some sort of more formal protocol. Otherwise you’re just wasting time and energy. ” This was a simple explanation, and almost dismissing of the matter. He didn’t mean anything by the situation, and was just a miscommunication. Better to set that expectation straight and be done.

“I don’t know what your last posting was like between Oed V and here, but knowing how tactical training often goes, having been you I can tell you a few things about the Athena that are probably going to be uncomfortable at first.”

“Number one, this is not an escort vessel or a tactical variant f the Mythology-class. It’s a deep explorer. When I first got here I was very uncomfortable. I thought the people here were weak, soft, unprepared. It was one thing to lead the security operations department on my previous post, but being responsible for everyone aboard, including civilians and family? Big leap, big adjustment.”

She glanced over to Counselor Atoded, then focused back on Jamison. “But, I realized while things are a little more relaxed here, this is an excellent crew. Good teams, doing good work. I’d expect nothing less. As a result we’re a little more relaxed, a little less formal but still within professional bounds. So hopefully that helps with some adjustment for the future.” Hopefully that would be a little further insight for both newcomers as well in terms of familiarization and acclimation.

“Secondly,” she said, pausing for a moment. This she would have done in private, were there more time for it, and it was mostly private with the new Counselor present. “I don’t know what they let you get away with on Oed V, or during tactical training, but Starfleet regulation prevents the carrying and display of personal and cultural weapons while on duty and off duty save for cultural rituals or training purposes in appropriate areas, with absolutely rare exception. Even for tactical and security officers. This is why we have phasers for sidearms. And if you feel you must be armed even during non-combat operations, I advise you to carry one of these.” She fished out a type one phaser from her thigh pocket not much bigger than a coin. It didn’t have as much punch as a type II, or even a phaser rifle, but it was easy to conceal and would get the job done. She slipped the weapon into a coat pocket. “Barring that, a concealed blade is acceptable.”

“Not even the great Worf, son of Mogh openly carried a freaking Klingon sword through the halls of the Enterprise D or E, or during the Dominion War on Deep Space 9.” This came a little tongue-in-cheek. “I get it, you’re proud of how you were raised. But the baldric is already pushing it and we have the regs for a reason. Also it’s not going to do you much good in a torpedo fight. If we get boarded that’s security’s job. You fight the ship. A bat’leth is a paperweight at that point or a missile to injure yourself or someone else when everything is exploding.”

Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

“Understood,” Dashel replied, “but to correct an assumption, Commander, carrying the bat’leth has nothing to do with pride. At the academy, I kept secure in my quarters. My roommates decided it would be fun to decorate a statue with it. They borrowed it while I was off campus and attached it to a statue of one of the former commandants of the academy. It fell and slashed through the gardeners flowerbed. I took the full lecture, not prepared to call out my fellow cadets. By keeping it with me, I know it can’t be used in such a way ever again, nor can a child play with it. But I will keep it locked in my quarters here.” He picked up his iced tea, “I didn’t follow the son of Mogh’s career, my father, Morak met him once, said he couldn’t hold his blood wine … and was a terrible singer.” He sipped at his tea, “if I may, I’ll take my seat.”

Jamison, Dash Jamison, Son of Morak
CTO, USS Athena

Looking around the table, there were a few people he had met, he sat quietly and listend to what stone and jaminson were talking about

Lieutenant Kelas Torvin
Chief Engineer USS Athena