Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt
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OOC: September 1st 2020
IC:

Casela groaned softly to herself as she took the turbolift to the CIC. Time for breakfast with the captain, again. And although she enjoyed these early morning sessions with Zachariah, today she felt like a wayward child being sent to the principal’s office. Her hair woven in a tight fishbone braid, not a hair loose, and in a standard blue medical uniform, instead of her preferred combat style, she stepped on to the floor of the CIC. She nodded to the 3rd shift crew, spoke to a few of them. NEnsign Florret was still having difficulty adjusting to the mission appointed to Leviathan. She’d be seeing her again later for her appointment. But at least she wasn’t crying silently at her station anymore. Casela walked over to Cobb’s ready room door and rang the chime.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“If you don’t have a gallon of hot coffee with you then I suggest you leave me be for the next couple of hours!” a voice from inside the room roared, although at the same time, the doors swished open leaving Synthi-er with no opportunity to retreat.

“Ah,” Cobb looked up from his reclined position behind the desk then, upon seeing the Counselor, immediately lowered his head again. “I was hoping that you’d be my damned Yeoman. By the gods I’m starving and she promised us a treat this morning!”

He waved Casela inside and, ever the gentleman, nodded towards the vacant seat across from him without making any attempt to draw it out for her. But before she even had the chance to sit, he had seemingly found his prior enthusiasm for their morning conversations and, with a rare tone of excitement, declared, “I have some news, lass.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela shook her head, he was not in a good mood this morning. But she NEVER arrived without coffee, so there was that at least. She handed him the very large mug as she sat down. “Perhaps it takes extra time to prepare. Everything she has brought you you have devoured with a flourish because it’s so good. I’m sure today will be the same.” She sat down, noticing his lack of normal gentlemanly behavior. Though she didn’t stand on such things, his change in behavior was noticed and it bothered her. And then she firmly stopped it. If others would pre-judge her actions and keep to them afterwards, that wasn’t her problem. She could only be herself and do what she had always done.

“News? Or is it Gossip? Either one, I welcome this morning.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Ahhhh!” Cobb moaned in gratitude as the coffee was handed to him, keeping Casela on tenterhooks for a good few minutes as he paid full attention to the much-needed shot of caffeine. Then, after downing at least half of the mug, he sat the cup on the tabletop, wiped at his mouth and then fixed the Counselor with a rather giddy expression.

“We shall be receiving a new arrival. Well, two actually, but one of them excites me far more than the other.” Leaning in and lowering his voice he continued, “The Doctor has a sister. And she is an incredible chef. And in the next few days she will become exclusively the Leviathan’s chef! Now what do you make of that, eh? And don’t go lecturing me on watching my weight,” he added, quickly, “I anticipate that to become a recurring theme with the Doctor herself once her sister’s baked goods are freely available!”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela smiled slightly. “I think Cpt. that it is wonderful news. Her sister is known the quadrant over for her culinary magic. I think it will be good for the crew. A bright spot in an otherwise harsh reality of the mission of this ship.” She took a slow sip of her coffee, “But be careful Captain…” She let the warning linger a moment and then, “The crew will think you are having intimate relations with Fey AND her sister.” He heard, just briefly a small laugh escape from the counselor before she sipped her coffee again. “And who would this other person be?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

The captain enjoyed a deep, raucous belly-laugh at the notion of him being intimate with either of the Kastil sisters. Not that he hadn’t made far more effort than was usual, for a misanthrope like himself, with the Doctor. But alas it had proven a futile, although still confectionery-filled, endeavour.

Casela wouldn’t comment for the moment, but his efforts made far more impact than he realized. Romantic? She had no idea, but at least towards friendship, certainly. And that was a matter between Zachariah and Fey to figure out and none of her business.

At the mention of their other arrival, however, all traces of mirth abruptly vanished.
“Our new Research Consultant,” he began. “Kara Nakuto. If the name sounds familiar to you then I won’t be surprised. She’s the former captain of the USS Viking.”

The woes of the Viking were, by now, well-known throughout the quadrant, although whether what tormented them sprung from a supernatural, or merely secretive, source, remained open to intense discussion. Still, the latest flurry of rumours had spoken in depth of the fate of Kara Nakuto, the one-time captain of the Viking who found herself swallowed by a portal and then spat out the other side after months of torment, with trauma and obsession in equal measure sufficient to send her into the arms of the ARU.

Cobb fell into silence, allowing Synthi-er space to study her own repositories of knowledge and conjecture regarding the half-Klingon Nakuto. Then finally he shrugged and said, “Opinions? I hear she’s a far better engineer than she ever was a captain. Although who knows what trauma she still carries from the events. I fear we might have a powder-keg on our hands here, Counselor.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela thought quietly. She had heard of the Viking of course. Who hadn’t? And the Viking came under notice of the section on many occasions. They dealt in rumors and the strange and macabre. But that didn’t mean they actually investigated the Viking. “I think, first that everyone on this ship is a powder-keg. So that is nothing new.” She nodded at the computer console waiting for permission. Once obtaining it she pulled up Kara Nakuto’s service record and cross referenced it. “Well, Zachariah, it seems we have at least two crew members that she is connected to. John McHarrie, who is one of the most steadfast and trustworthy people I’ve ever met,” and that was extreme high praise from Casela, “And GLaDOS. So she has friends here, or at least crew mates. That’s good for her. And her record shows she’s an excellent engineer. On par with Hampton and Bog. And being half-Klingon maybe, just maybe, Bog can trade insults with her, and give her somewhere for both of them to safely let their aggressive frustrations out in a welcoming verbal manor?”

Casela was eager to meet Nakuto. Though as a civilian, on a normal ship, she wouldn’t have to report for a psych eval, but as a member of ARU she would. So she would have more information for Cobb sooner rather than later. She sipped her coffee, waiting for breakfast. “So what do you think about the crew captain? Do you think we’ll ever get them to blend together?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS