Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in side-sim RTF Office

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim RTF Office
Casela now had a meeting with M Cpt Manhattan. His record impressed her and so far what she had seen didn’t give her any indication that it was “padded” to make him look competent. However, apparently he was cranky with no sleep. “Computer where is M. Cpt. Manhattan?” “M CPT MANHATTAN IS IN THE RTF OFFICE” Casela sighed, so much for putting it off for other work. What time was it now? She shrugged, it’s not like it mattered. When she was done there she had to check on Gen, take her for a physical and then find Cobb to talk to him. AND crew evals. UGH. Stupid psychological evaluations. Someone might be crazy as a fruit bat, but do a good job. Take Cobb, he was a drunk, but had the potential to be a leader willingly followed by everyone on the ship. Casela growled under her breath. Who had time for this crap?

She walked to the RTF office and rang the chime, for once, politely waiting.
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Erve was compiling some office paper at that moment. He swore the whole time since he started looking at the PaDDs to check that everything was “Fine”. Departing early made his department unprepared and several items were missing or out of service due to the unfinished wiring. One of those was the AARM revision and he honestly didn’t wanted to pass the whole day doing the office man “Ugh, what now?” He looked the old bajoran clock he took with him aboard “Ah.”

As he put the whole bunch of PaDDs away and prepared a briefcase near his seat, the Captain looked over the desk staring at the door “Come in, Lieutenant…” he sighed backing on the seat support Should’ve refused the job if I knew I was going just to sign paperworks.

Entering the office Casela would have seen it wasn’t that much. It apparently was once a warden storage room and indeed it was cramped and had just a tiny and insignificant window. But Erve gave some effort to decorate the office and indeed some colors contrasted the standard starfleet wallpaper. As said before, the Bajoran had an old bajoran clock over the door frame. Weapons were encased in a wooden handcrafted display furniture and the seats weren’t the boring grey ones but instead some comfy sofas. He didn’t really liked being comfortable but instead he wanted his subordinates to feel “good” while he did some mind jokes and extort some “informations”.
Other than that behind his desk some frames contained his Academical Awards and Degrees. Over the tiny window hanged his favorite weapon: a non-replicated and authentic antique Corsair Scimitar with a golden refined handgrip and Damascus tempered blade… it was worth that fight over the market time ago.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

M. Captain Erve Manhattan - RCO

Casela entered, taking in the office. Casela’s bun was half undone and she was still wearing her “gym” clothes. She walked a little more than stiff. He’d told her to report immediately and so she had. Comfey couches? Here? She was sure the was a point. She certainly wouldn’t be sitting there, right now. She’d be lucky to sit in a regular chair and get up again. She spent a good moment examining the Scimitar from her spot by the door. “It’s a beautiful weapon, and still functional. The damascus looks to be 200 folds?” She asked him looking back at him from the blade. “You wanted to see me?”

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