Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main sim-Deck 1 Conference room
D’vash sat at the table in the conference room with a bank of video monitors in front of them. He had already placed the hidden cameras and microphones in the diplomatic hall on deck 2 where the captain’s meeting with the pirates was to take place.

Now, he was just adjusting the camera views to make sure the whole area was covered and at no time would a view be obstructed. He piped some music into the room at varying levels to make sure the microphones were able to pick up the slightest sounds. I want to be able to hear a pin drop over the talking, he thought.

The table and chairs were set, but he had to make sure Captain Bordeaux and Lt. Edman sat in the correct spots while making sure the pirates were seated where they needed to be, as well.

Now, he waited for the captain and Lt. Cmdrs. Bordeaux and Mardusk to explain the set up. . . . .

Odinson (CIO)

Kelly walked into the conference room with a steady but relaxed pace. “Mr. Odinson what do you have for me,” she said in an upbeat tone approaching the CIO. Kelly had swapped a few beers with the man in a social situation but this was her first official duty interaction with Odinson since he transferred on her boat. While she still hadn’t learned the way his mind worked in a combat situation, Kelly had no reservations about the man’s skills. Every command that he had served under spoke of the almost uncanny ability for the man to size up fifty scraps of seemingly unrelated bits of information and turn it into a picture of crystal clarity. There was so much more to intelligence than the parts one might have redacted from a file that was considered confidential. Those redacted pieces never really showed the true talents of an officer. They just showed how clever they were as escaping things. What defined a true intelligence officer was the mundane and often painstakingly boring task of taking snippets of fact, mixing them with experience and then presenting a cohesive plan. The cohesive plan was what Kelly needed to know.

Pulling out the small transporter PaDD from her pocket that Drayke and Ian developed, she tapped the button waiting for her cup of Joe to appear as requested. Half of commanding others was instilling a sense of calm at all times. Since they were still waiting on Ian and Mardusk and Kelly downed coffee like it was free shots at ladies at Mike’s place, there was time.

Captian Kelly Bordeaux