Posted by Lieutenant Jeffrey “Bob” Jeffers (Chief Engineer) in Comms Meeting With The Ships

Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Comms Meeting With The Ships

Posted by Gamemaster GMT Phoenix (GMT) in Comms Meeting With The Ships
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OOC: Hey Kira, hope you don’t mind, I needed something to post about. :)

IC:

=^=Andreassen to senior staff, a reminder, we have a meeting with our fellow ships in about ten minutes over comms, please have any pertinent notes to our situation ready to discuss,=^= Freja tapped her badge again and took a brief moment to sit in her command chair just soaking it in.

She needed the minute, she realized, not having had the minute to decompress from the rather disturbing experience near the swarm. Admittedly, because she had spent her life generally not relying on her psionic abilities, experiences with them often left her feeling…unsettled.

At least the nebula seemed to have the effect they needed.

~Freja Andreassen~

=^= On my way Captain.=^= Bob replied he turned to his team as he left.
“Keep working on finding a way to utilise the ionisation radiation I’ll be in a meeting if anyone needs me.” With that he headed to the bridge and to the briefing room.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

Soon, all the captains of the fleet appeared on screen, their faces drawn with tension, fear, and the heavy weight of uncertainty. At the center of one feed sat Captain T’Mora, her Caitian features unnaturally still—ears laid back, her golden eyes dull and unfocused, her usually well-groomed fur slightly disheveled, as if she lacked the energy or will to tend to herself.

To her left sat Commander Thol, the Bolian officer’s bright blue skin contrasting sharply with the gloom that hung over the meeting. His normally easygoing demeanor was nowhere to be found, his posture rigid, hands clasped tightly in his lap. He said nothing, but the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw spoke to the helpless frustration simmering beneath the surface.

On T’Mora’s right, her Bajoran first officer sat close, her expression a delicate mix of professionalism and compassion. One hand rested gently on T’Mora’s paw—an unspoken gesture of support rarely seen between senior officers, but one that spoke volumes of the bond forged by trauma.

Despite the fear, despite the sheer impossibility of what they were facing, all eyes inevitably turned to Captain Andreassen. The screens flickered slightly, the silence heavy with expectation. There were no easy answers—perhaps no answers at all. But answers weren’t what they needed most right now.

They needed someone to lead.

Kira The Weasel
GMT Phoenix

“I guess I’ll start,” Freja spoke, she could feel the expectation of the less experienced captains, “Our enemy isn’t keen to follow us into the nebula. My crew is working on some ways to perhaps use that knowledge to fight them. The sample we brought aboard basically fell apart after we entered the nebula as well. Something about this nebula is toxic to them.”

“Our first priority needs to be killing this swarm. Before it absorbs another ship, another planet, another person,” she took a deep breath, “I sensed things telepathically, the swarm is not going to stop on its own.”

“Would anyone else like the floor?” She invited.

~Freja Andreassen~

Bob had been watching and listening, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to chime in. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking up.
“Permission to speak Captain?” He asked.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

“Granted, this is my chief engineer, Lt. Jeffers,” Freja nodded at Bob to say what he wanted to say.

~Freja Andreassen~