Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Alternate Timeline

Posted by Lieutenant Aurra Talisse (Chief Medical Officer) in Alternate Timeline
As soon as she boarded the Atlantis, Aurra got her room assignment from the Quartermaster and swung by long enough to drop off the duffle she carried. After that, she made a circuitous route to get to the bridge, making sure to stop by sickbay to establish its layout and crew compliment. It would have time to settle in her mind during her boarding check ins. As a Chief Medical Officer, the Re’marian had never served on a Mythology class ship before–it was so large it felt like a floating city among the stars. That was fine with Aurra, the larger the ship, the less the crew would succumb to psychological space illnesses.

“I’ll actually get to test that theory…” She remarked to herself in the silent lift as it stopped on the bridge. When the doors opened, curious looks glanced her way but no one said anything. Aurra gave a general nod to anyone looking in her direction and then headed for the ready room. Without skipping a beat, she palmed the chime and clasped her hands behind her body while she waited for admittance to the CO’s office.

—CMO Talisse

“Come,” Kelly yelled and made a waving motion once the door opened for Talisse to enter as she continued to hold a conversation with someone on her console. Holding up a finger she indicated that she would be just a second.

“Exactly but I would hesitate to say it was entirely my away team’s fault,” Kelly took on a firm expression.

=/\=Your away team blew up a space port=/\= the voice almost shrieked with a wave of uncontrolled anger.

“Well, that is an exaggeration, Sir. It was only the west pad and it would not have blown up if there weren’t illegal munitions below it that were being sold on the black market which if I am not mistaken was the reason you sent us to Belatator Prime in the first place.” Picking up her coffee Kelly took a sip and waited as the man on the other line spat out a series of reprimands, allegations, and denials about her point of view on the situation. It only ended when the sound of someone entering the office of the man on the other end of the comm call.

Clicking the button off, Kelly reclined back in her chair with a deep sigh. “Don’t you hate it when your boss is being a dork?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“Yes,” came a voice from outside the room. A man in the yellow of engineering standing at a console nearby glanced at them through the open door, his voice having an almost gravelly tone as if it was used to spouting ill-timed but honest observations.

He thrust one hand into a pouch on his tool belt and then took something out, pausing again to look between the two, his eyes finally resting on Kelly. “Especially when they make a habit of it, Captain.” The thing in his hand was thrust between his teeth in the corner of his mouth and once his hand dropped, was revealed to be the unlit stub of a cigar. Shrugging one shoulder pre-emptively he turned back to the console, carrying on with whatever task he was doing.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CE