Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Main-Sim – Command Information Centre (CIC)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander GLaDOS (Chief Science Officer) in Main-Sim – Command Information Centre (CIC)
Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in Main-Sim – Command Information Centre (CIC)
Ensign Michaels was having a slow day, most of the maintenance was still underway and to keep himself from falling asleep by playing solitaire on the CICs holographic tactical bench, being the on-duty Operations officer sometimes could be rather dull, but things were about to change. From the communications console, a chirping began to sound signaling Michaels of an incoming message. He looked over to see if anyone was at the station but of course like it had been for the past two hours he was the only on-duty officer while the ship underwent its refit.

Walking over he tapped the command key which flicked the viewscreen to life, a woman with greying brown hair wearing an admiral’s uniform was staring at him as he stared back. “Admiral Curros” He said standing a little more rigid feeling the admiral’s eyes on him, he wouldn’t have put money on receiving a call from her today. Her call meant that either there was trouble or some to be some either way they were going to be going there.

“Ensign, who is the duty officer?” she asked but before giving the ensign a chance to speak she continued, “Fetch me Captain Cobb and Commander Raauhl, I have orders for them, this is the utmost importance do not dilly dally.” She sat back, her eyes piercingly green as the viewscreen went blank though the call was still connected and on mute.

=^=CIC to Captain Cobb and Commander Raauhl, Admiral Curros is on the horn for you and is requesting your presence Sirs=^= His hand fell back down from where he had just active his communicator and waited for their response which firstly came I the voice of Commander Ryder.

Ryder was relaxing in his quarters when the music he was listening to has he painted stopped the voice of Ensign Michaels resonating off the walls round him. =^=On my way, Ryder out=^= Was the trills simply response as he downed his paintbrush and began to quickly was his hands and face from flecks of paint. It didn’t take long and soon he was leaving towards the CIC.,

Commander Ryder
XO

Zachariah Cobb had been in his new ready room, reading. Before him on the desk lay several unencrypted PADDs containing information on the ARU, the RTF, the AARM and several other acronyms that hurt the man’s head to recall. It remained a colossal task for him to accept that such an essential and well-funded department had existed for years, right under his nose. And yet he had remained oblivious to all of it.

The comms call served as both an irritating interruption and also a blessed relief from such intense and dizzying study. Being sure to quickly re-encrypt the PADD’s before leaving them unattended, Cobb pushed himself up onto his feet, straightened his tunic and popped a mint into his mouth in case the ship’s counselor, Lt Synthi-er, was around and in a mind to evaluate his alcohol levels. Then, as presentable as he was likely to get, the man stepped out onto the bridge and clambered up the gantry and into his seat.

“Seems like I beat Commander Raauhl to the punch,” he commented somewhat smugly. “I’d say he owes me a good dinner for that, at least, eh Ensign?” Then, leaning forward and peering as well as he could from this distance into Michaels’ terminal screen, he added, “Admiral Curros you say? Well, best wait for Raaul to get here and then we’ll see what she has to say for herself.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

The turbolift doors slid open with a soft “swoosh” and Casela and Fenrir stepped into the CIC. Casela turned to Fenrir, “This is the CIC Fenrir, and over there,” she pointed to Cobb, “Is Captain Zachariah Cobb and Ensign Michaels. Confirm and recognize.” Casela waited.

“Scan each of the stations and determine their use, both for the crew and yourself. Then we will find you a spot for when you are up here with me.” Casela then turned to look at Cobb. His thoughts were clearer, even if his emotions still weren’t sure of their mission. She couldn’t fault him for that, she didn’t like their mission either. Lt. Hampton said it best, they had all been sent here to be gotten rid of. Casela moved over to her “chair” on the command platform and took a seat. “Captain, Ensign, this” she pointed at Fenrir, “is our Artificial Artefact Recovery, KAI9. He is designated Fenrir.”
She saw the awaiting message and signaled Fenrir to silent observation.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/KAI9 Handler