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

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / 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
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Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻

=^= 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

Casela wasn’t sure what to make of it or how to contain something like that. Not without more information. Gravimetric readings and then different environments popping up everywhere. There could be a lot of causes for those gravimetric readings. “Escape pods? Do we have the coordinates? We could send a couple shuttles there separately to check for survivors and provide medical and survival aid. That might be smarter than going to the ship first. If the anomaly decides to infect Levi and her shuttles too, we might not be able to make it to the surviving crew before it’s too late.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

The captain nodded. “Aye, makes sense to at least send in some probes before we dive in there ourselves. Good call, Counselor.”

Moving over to the science station, Cobb placed a hand on the officer’s shoulder. “Send out a shielded class five probe to the Holland’s last known co-ordinates. Let’s see if we can get a measure of what we might be about to walk into.”

Then to the helm, he added, “Continue a cautious approach with the Leviathan. Let’s get a shuttle on standby, just in case. Rig up Alfred to pilot it.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

“We should probably have medical and engineering on standby too, incase they need any assistance. We should hope to expect to find the ship in moderate damage and hopefully, only a small team can help. I’d also recommend running the shifts on reduced manning, try and give people as much time off until we get there to continue thier deserved rest bite.” He offered, and proud how quickly people were jumping in to help and not moan, hed been on ships where the staff would cry bloody amry at having their personal time taken from them, but not the Leviathan, they got things done.

• Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO