Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room - Meeting with the Captain

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Chief Tactical Officer) in Ready Room - Meeting with the Captain

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room - Meeting with the Captain
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Mwezi scratched his nose as he stepped out of the Turbolift and onto the bridge. He glanced around a bit, taking in the look of the place. It was a fairly nice Bridge, he decided. A bit high-tech compared to what he was used to, but considering it had been over a hundred years, it wasn’t as advanced as he’d expect. Perhaps Starfleet’s encounter with the Narada had affected their technological advances, he wondered.

Regardless, he strode across the room with purpose, heading towards the Captain’s Ready Room and pressing the chime. After visually checking the man’s chair to make sure he wasn’t in it, of course. It was still possible for him to not be in the ready room, but hopefully that was a relatively low chance.

• Mwezi

“Enter,” came a voice not quite prepared for the occasion of welcoming guests, but seemingly unperturbed by the notion all the same. A second later and the door slid open to reveal a standard-design ready room for this period - full-length observation window along the left-hand wall, a collection of shelves and cabinets along the right (most of which appeared filled by piles of paper books and scribbled schematics, save for the final cabinet that proudly displayed a collection of various liquors). And at a centrepoint between these two walls a large, blue-lit desk, similarly covered in schematics and a leather-bound paper notebook, into which a man was hastily scratching notes with an antique pen.

“Take a seat, be with you in just a second,” the man continued, his eyes never leaving the paper. Or not for sufficient time for his guest to notice, at any rate.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Mwezi took a few moments at the door, then made his way into the room, grabbing a simple chair and spinning it around so he could sit backwards on it, the back in front of him instead of behind. He waited for Cobb to finish what he was doing, taking that time to stare out the observation window. If he hadn’t already sat down, he might have wandered over there, just for the sake of looking at the Leviathan’s hull - or at least what parts of it could be seen from here.

She was a beautiful ship, even from what little he’d seen in the days since his arrival. He’d only met the Captain briefly, but now he took a little more time to visually examine the man as he waited. This was no Taggart, he could tell that immediately. But then again, this probably wasn’t a ship where a man like Taggart would do well as Captain.

Mwezi, CTO

Placing down the pen, Cobb’s eyes met with those across from him, lips upturning into a measured and yet welcoming smile.
“My yeoman rolls her eyes every time she sees me writing with this pen,” the captain chuckled, holding the gold-nibbed implement in his palm for Mwezi to observe. “But I find the tapping of a keyboard or the swipe of a stylus no substitute for the caress of fresh ink against paper.”

Cobb reclined back in his chair, hands rising to steeple under his chin. “So, you’re one of our stowaways, eh? I hear you caused quite the commotion amongst my medical staff with your talk of Vulcan’s demise.” There was no accusation in the man’s tone, merely unbridled and eager curiosity. “I’ve since heard a few theories on how you might have arrived here. But I would be very interested to hear your own take on the matter.”

As he waited for the other to speak, Zachariah reached for two glasses and filled them to the middle with whiskey, before nudging one towards the Laleri with an almost apologetic frown, unsure in that moment on anything regarding what, or even how, Mwezi would drink…

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Mwezi dutifully admired the pen, tilting his head slightly to get a better angle view of it. “I’ve experienced similar things.”

“I think it has to do with some technology from our planet,” Mwezi reflected. “It was intended to be used in a similar way to Transporters, but without the splitting you into many pieces and re-assembling you on arrival. It’s also longer range. Or it was intended to be. I’m not sure if it was attempted in this… universe, timeline, whatever this is. The tech required travelers to carry a receiver-transmitter so that they can be spotted by the devices. Kula thinks that something in this universe acted as a beacon and pulled us in.”

Mwezi took the whisky and lifted it slightly. “Cheers. I hear you were dealing with your own chaos while we were arriving and confusing your officers.” He lifted the glass and drank a sip, doing so very similarly to how a human drinks from a cup. No strangeness there.

• Lt. Mwezi