In the quiet confines of the Leviathan’s briefing room, Oliver stood at the head of the table. The subdued hum of the ship’s systems provided a backdrop to his deep and worrying thoughts. The flickering lights overhead cast shadows on the worn lines of his face, evidence of the recent challenges faced by the Leviathan and its crew Having only just arrived to the ship this was now how he anticipated his first mission.

As he waited for the senior leadership team to assemble, his gaze fixed on the entrance. The responsibility of commanding the ship in the absence of Henao weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the urgency of the situation lingered in the room. With each passing moment, the need for a cohesive strategy became more pronounced. Suddenly, the door slid open, revealing the arrival of the senior officers. A collective hush settled over the room as they took their seats. Oliver’s eyes, a mix of determination and concern, met theirs. He acknowledged each member with a nod, the unspoken understanding of the gravity of their mission passing between them.

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Before diving into the critical discussions that lay ahead, Oliver approached the replicator console. “Computer Coffee, White with a Vanilla shot of 10 millimiters 90degress Celsius.” With the brief command, he summoned a steaming vanilla coffee, precisely at 91 degrees Celsius. The familiar aroma wafted through the room, a comforting contrast to the tension that hung in the air. “Please if you want a drink help yourselves” He added.

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With the first sip of the vanilla-infused warmth, Oliver signaled the beginning of the briefing. The senior officers focused their attention, ready to chart a course through the uncertainties that awaited them in the unexplored reaches of space aboard the USS Leviathan. “Cadet Toussaint Your briefing please.”

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan