Posted by Gamemaster Amadeus (Gamemaster) in 0230hrs - Captains Quarters

Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in 0230hrs - Captains Quarters

Posted by Gamemaster Amadeus (Gamemaster) in 0230hrs - Captains Quarters
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Much later on that night after the party had worn down, all the cake was eaten and the mess had been restored to regulation cleanliness.....

In the Captain’s Quarters a communicator began to chime.....

– GM Amadeus

Freja rolled over in bed, looking at the ceiling briefly. Why did all these priority messages come in the middle of the night? At least she presumed it was such, given that she rarely was interrupted in the middle of the night for much else.

Tapping her communicator, “This is Andressen.” Hopefully, whatever it was, she could handle it without having to pull her uniform back on.

~Freja Andreassen~

“Captain.....sorry to wake you. But we just received a priority 1 VIDEO communique that is marked Captains Eyes Only as well as urgent.” The poor Ensign manning the comms station in the middle of the night said, with a good deal of trepidation in his voice as he struggled to contain his apprehension while emphasising that word. He might be a nameless Ensign, but even he knew, that an urgent late night high priority, secured communication would probably mean that either everything was on fire, or everything needed to be on fire preferably yesterday.

– GM Amadeus

“Right, okay, send the communique down, I presume it is not an active line…there’s not an Admiral waiting to talk to me?” Freja asked, basically making sure she didn’t have to yank on her uniform straight away, but could review the communique and make decisions after. It wasn’t like she slept in something weird, but if she was going to face an Admiral, somehow her tank top and shorts probably wouldn’t fit the bill.

~Freja Andreassen~

The Ensigns’ voice sounded a little distraught as he said. “Active and short tempered Sir. Routing to your console now Captain.”

A moment later her personal terminal lit up and began to rythmically pulse for her attention.

– GM Amadeus

Nothing new for Freja, she pulled on her uniform in record time, taking a brief second to make sure her pips were on straight and her hair didn’t look slept in. Being a former fighter pilot she learned quickly to always be ready for inspection.

Sitting in front of the terminal, she pressed the button, “This is Captain Andreassen.”

~Freja Andreassen~