Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in CIO Arrival
The Transport vessel Delphic dropped out of Warp of the Starboard bow of the USS Atlantis. Seated in a passenger seat looking at the approaching Mythology class ship was an unusually large human. Even when sitting down he was too wide and thick. Peter Sigmundsson had requested a larger seat and even with that it barely fit his bulky frame, he preferred the open seats Starfleet provided to Civilian seats with armrests, creature comforts didn’t matter when you were the size of a particularly well-fed Klingon. He looked at his new home, she was larger than his former home, The Viking had finally been decommissioned. The last great ghost ship still on active duty was no more, he wondered if there had been some internal political change that finally got the brass to give the Viking the farewell it should have had nearly a decade ago. He remembered touring the original Mythology class over a decade ago, this was the first time he’d get a look at a fully manned one, the goliath that it was.

45 decks and all of them had working lights and were filled, it would be quite something to get used to, gone were the days where he could commandeer an entire deck for his duties, no more improvising a secure communications array out of equipment left over from the Dominion War and waiting a month to get antiquated equipment for a ship running at barely half capacity, no more investigating disappearing crew every few weeks, and biggest of all, no taunting crazed AI hiding in the computer core waiting for a chance to traumatize anyone not prepared. He shook his head and stood up, grabbing the duffel bag in the overhead compartment and left the passenger compartment.

Moments later he was standing in the back of a full shuttle traveling to the Atlantis with replacement crew and their belongings. He’d been a part of the group that had asked to be shipped over and not transported, it would take some time for him to get used to the idea of functioning transporters that could be used outside of emergencies.

When the shuttle finally landed in Shuttle bay 1 and Peter put his bag on his shoulder and left the craft and entered his new home for the foreseeable future.

CIO

Captain Niles Primrose stood by the large window at the hatch watching the new crew and civilians disembark. The arrival of the Lt. Commander was unexpected and no one liked the unexpected. Admiral Perkins had been selective at times with his information which was understandable but frustrating. Perkins claimed it was to protect Niles in case the mission went south. Separate cells allowed for people to really have no knowledge of everything that went on during a mission. This was a benefit and a hindrance at times. This was one of those times. If the intelligence chief leaned more towards crew loyalty, he was just going to be added to the list of those cavorting around Kelly that needed to be taken down. If not, his knowledge and experience would be a boon to the mission that brought Primrose specifically here. The man wore casual clothes instead of his uniform so that the man would not be spooked by his rank. Who wouldn’t be spooked by Niles’s demeanor or his reputation?

Seeing Sigmundsson in the crowd, Niles moved among them. In his mind, Niles always fancied himself a spy. Weaving among the people, Niles felt like his actions would be completely unnoticed and easily forgotten. The issue was Niles, as bland as he was tended to be someone few forgot. He did not have the height or build of most officers. His five foot six inches and two hundred and fifty-pound physical reminded most of some chubby, round awkward teenager. Nothing about the man was remarkable except his personality which for most instantly was irritating. Primrose lived in his own fantasy believing that he inspired fear, awe, and loyalty among the masses. He believed he was the best in all professions however in practice, most people found him to be a blathering idiot that had ascended the ranks stealing the credit of others and buying with favors or underhanded dealings. “Mr. Sigmundsson,” Primrose’s voice boomed out through the crowd. In his mind, Niles fully expected for the Lt. Commander to stop, search the crowd, and snap to attention in awe of his very presence.

Niles Primrose.