Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability....Staff meeting #2…when the past doesn’t match the present…or the future (open to all)
OOC: I am setting this timeline as a few hours after the attack on the promenade. Chronologically this thread would be picking up from the first staff meeting where the attack began and ended the meeting abruptly. Everyone should have something novel to report from the attack or their new individual story lines they can bring to the meeting. If you have questions DM or email me. I know a lot of us are busy with real life and at times are not able to post as fast or as frequently as others. Please look at this as a working storyline. Please feel free to interject, insert posts, and post as far back as needed to share what you choose. If I call out a character specifically and they can not post at that time I will move on and when that character can post we can expand that part. That means, for our newer players, you can back post to the entrance in the thread even if we are far past that. Yes, it may make the post slightly “messy” at times but life is messy for many right now. I have created a resource sheet for the story if needed or wanted. https://www.star-fleet.com/core/character/1836/

Kate All over the ship from comm badges

Out of all the meeting designee’s comm badges rang out a message. =/\=Please report to the conference room in a quarter of an hour.=/\=

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Conference room
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Ian entered the staff room and slumped hard into the chair. The PaDD still displayed the meeting information that was presented several hours ago. Tension ran high during that meeting and the subsequent attack on the promenade was only fueling everyone’s emotions. Leaning forward he picked up one of the images of Jessa that were lying on the table. Familial resemblances were mainly up to the eye of the beholder but traits could be seen and noticed. Jessa had Ian’s complexion, face shape, nose, and ears but definitely her mother’s eyes and mouth. “Why are you here little girl,” Ian asked the picture rhetorically. The answer to that question would eventually reveal itself and everyone about to enter the room wanted the bigger reason as to why and not the more personal one Ian was searching for.

As the door swished open, Ian looked up. The request for the staff meeting was deemed ASAP but people were still literally putting out fires all over the ship in their respective departments. It would take them all a minute to assemble here. Instead of stating the common how are your responses, Chris simply walked into the room and tossed a PaDD in the seat next to Ian claiming his spot. Last time it was standing room only and he was exhausted. Moving to the replicator, he got two cups of coffee and handed one to Ian as he took his seat. “You look like sh$+,” he responded to his best friend taking a sip of the coffee. “Ankle bitter with Rinker?”

“Thanks,” Ian replied dryly as he picked up the cup. His comment could easily be replied to Chris’s assessment or the coffee he was given. “O’Neill,” he responded. “We need Rinker here to help us figure out what we are dealing with in regards to her. Scratching his neck, Ian felt the small disc still embedded in his neck from the battle suit. Withdrawing his hand, Ian was careful not to touch it. The last thing he needed was for someone to think one of the aliens was still on the ship.

Ian Bordeaux (Chief diplomat) and Chris Robbins (stellar cartography)

River was dreading the meeting she had been through a lot, like so many onboard and her nerves, composure and temper where all but gone. However hew was determined to act better in this meeting then the last one. She looked down at her padd again and double checked her report. While it may seem odd for her to have a report ready already it wasn’t as River had been complying it for the past hour between checking on her wounded and having her NCOs and officers giving her their damage reports.

The report she had with her was the first draft of the one she would send to her superiors, she couldn’t see them being very happy at what happened. but then what exactly could they do aside from kicking the crud out of the equivalents in star fleet. While she didn’t know what her superiors would do, she knew that her report would be damming.

Pulling herself from her thoughts she arrived at the conference room and took a deep breath, as soon as he entered she turned round and double checked the door. She wasn’t going to get trapped again if she could help it. After checking the door she made her way further in, she noted the pair in the room and nodded at Chris but barley acknowledged Ian aside form the anger and hatred that burnt in her eyes, finding a seat as far away from him as she could. It wouldn’t take a genius to realise that River was in a very bad mood and it wouldn’t take much to figure out where, or more precisely whom that mood was directed at.

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)