Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel Andrew McIntyre (CNS) in Main Sim - Conference Room

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Finn Grady (First Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room
Finn had hurriedly jumped out of bed at the captain’s call. As he was throwing on his uniform he tapped his comm badge =/\= Grady to senior staff: I need everybody assembled in the conference lounge in 20 minutes =/\=

Double-checking himself briefly in a mirror to make sure everything was in place he rushed out and grabbed a turbolift down to the CIC deck. He stopped in quickly and approached the officer on duty, who looked up at him, surprised to see the XO this early in the morning.

Finn held up a hand to stop the officer from getting up. “Good morning, sorry to come runnin’ in here like this but we need to get everybody back on board ASAP. Shore leave is cancelled and all personnel need to be back on the ship in no more than 30 minutes.”

He waited briefly for the officer to acknowledge the order and kick into gear sending out the command to bring the crew back before turning and heading next door to the conference room to await the arrival of the captain and the rest of the senior staff.

Lieutenant Commander Grady - XO

The turbolift doors parted with a quiet hiss, the corridor outside the conference lounge still carrying the subdued calm of the early morning watch. That calm, however, was already beginning to shift. The ship was waking faster than usual.
The recall message from the Executive Officer had been brief, but unmistakably urgent.
Senior staff to the conference lounge. Twenty minutes.
Lieutenant Junior Grade S. A. McIntyre, the ship’s Counselor and Chief of Counseling Services, had received the message while midway through his morning routine. The cancellation of shore leave and the urgency in the XO’s tone suggested something serious was unfolding.
He arrived a few minutes early.
McIntyre stepped through the conference lounge doors with steady, measured strides. His uniform was crisp, the teal division color of the counseling and sciences branch standing out against the otherwise muted room. Though his current role placed him within the medical and psychological support structure of the ship, the man still carried himself with the posture and awareness of someone who had spent considerable time in security operations.
Old habits rarely disappear entirely.
The room was mostly empty. Only Lieutenant Commander Finn Grady appeared to have arrived ahead of the others.
McIntyre moved toward the far side of the large conference table but remained standing rather than immediately taking a seat. His hands settled lightly behind his back in a relaxed parade-rest stance as he briefly surveyed the room—entry points, sight lines, the usual quiet assessment that came naturally to him.
His gaze then shifted respectfully toward the Executive Officer.
“Lieutenant Commander,” he said in greeting.
His voice was calm and even, carrying none of the speculation that often followed a sudden recall order. In McIntyre’s view, command briefings were for information, not guessing.
“I received the recall notice,” he continued. “If the situation is likely to place the crew under elevated operational stress, I can have the counseling staff ready to support once everyone is back aboard.”
The large Scotsman rested a hand lightly on the back of the nearest chair but remained standing for the moment.
Soon enough the rest of the senior officers would arrive, and whatever had brought the command team together this early in the morning would finally be laid on the table.

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera

Freja nodded to both her XO and CNS as she stepped into the room, suppressing a yawn, “Sorry to pull you folks out of bed at this hour, but once everyone’s here, I’ll explain why and it should make sense for the speed at which command wants us getting underway.”

She stopped at the replicator and ordered a coffee, extra strong, taking a sip as soon as it appeared, “Anyone want anything while I’m up?” She asked.

~Freja Andreassen~

The doors slid open as the senior officers filtered into the room, each looking some degree of tired from the abrupt summons. McIntyre had arrived a few moments earlier and stood off to one side of the conference table, giving the captain space as she entered.
At her apology, he gave a small, understanding nod.
“No apology necessary, Captain,” he said calmly. “Ships like ours rarely move on a comfortable schedule.”
When she stepped to the replicator and offered refreshments, McIntyre shook his head slightly.
“Nothing for me, thank you.”
His posture remained relaxed but professional, hands clasped lightly behind his back as he took a position near the table rather than sitting immediately. His eyes briefly scanned the room, noting the presence of the XO and the other officers assembling.
There was a quiet readiness about him now. A sudden late-night gathering of senior staff—especially with command pushing for rapid departure—usually meant one thing: something somewhere had gone wrong.
McIntyre finally pulled out a chair and sat once it was clear the captain intended to begin shortly, folding his hands on the table.
“All set when you are, Captain.”
Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera