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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

=^= All senior staff, please report to the CIC. Immediately. =^=

Then with a sigh, he turned to the helm and added, “I am transmitting to you our new co-ordinates. Plot a course and head out. Slowly.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela was on her way to the CIC for her daily hours of ‘bridge’ duty anyway. She stepped off the turbolift just moments later and walked over to take her seat. She nodded at the captain. “New orders, Sir?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda stepped in shortly after Casela and absently replaced the current security officer.
-Surda, CoS

“Aye,” Cobb nodded to the Counselor. “Something like that. A seasonal gift from ARU command to us, eh?” he rolled his eyes.

Then, spotting the CoS taking up her position, the captain called out, “Lt Surda. How are our houseguests all doing today? No issues in Containment?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Surda smiled. “Everything’s been quiet today.”
-Surda, CoS

A little behind the arrival of the others, Raauhl entered the room and smiled a greeting to the people who were already gathered. “So, what good news is it today?” The crew operated mostly under thier own departments with the head reporting to the command team every so often but with an unscheduled meeting being called usually meant one thing, trouble.

• LtCmdr Raauhl

OOC: Okay, I’m going to go ahead with the briefing, but if anyone still wants to join then either insert your arrival above or just pretend that your char has been here all the time.

IC: “Commander, you have no idea.” Zachariah muttered to his First Officer, before getting to his feet to better address the room.

“Crew,” he began, “Firstly, let me apologise for interrupting any holiday activities you might have been enjoying. But the ARU, it seems, considers Christmas to be a load of humbug. So,” he began to punch commands into the nearest terminal, “we are being deployed on a new mission. I…am not entirely sure I can do this justice with words so…I think it better if you all just listen to this.”

An unfamiliar voice began to fill the CIC (OOC: as written by Brian):

=^= Captain’s Log, Stardate 2396120.1, we were celebrating as per recommendation by our Counselor to help the younger ensigns feel more at home when a sensor warning went off revealing an unusual gravimetric distortion pattern within a cubic section. After a mere three seconds, that section was suddenly replaced with strange trees that came from a planet with an ammonia-based atmosphere. Our science team managed to collect a sample and load it into our computer when a section of the warp core was suddenly replaced with a massive section of alien flesh and about ninety gallons of water. Within six hours, more than fifteen sections of the ship had been replaced with seemingly random sections of random environments or creatures. We lost a few security officers to the arrival of giant spiders, in all honesty, I’d rather deal with the Borg at this point. At least they make sense. Once environmental controls were replaced with ferrite, I ordered the crew to abandon ship, the pods were aimed toward a nearby M-Class, this log will have the coordinates logged in. Please send help with caution. =^=

Cobb shut off the playback and the room fell into silence. He allowed it to continue for several moments while his crew absorbed the information then, regarding each in turn, he shrugged and asked, “What the bloody hell do you all make of that then, eh?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb