Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in recurring side-sim: Sausage and Scuttlebutt
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Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in recurring side-sim: Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in recurring side-sim: Sausage and Scuttlebutt

“Hmmmm....you need to find common ground. Ever heard of the Viking? It’s got a thunderdome. We need one! ” She grins, and it’s a little scary. “But instead of fists fights, well some people would benefit, but mental battles as well. I could stick you and Hampton in there with all kinds of engineering challenges. Battles of Wit, problem solving, let the RTF teams try to sneak up on each other. Really the possibilities are endless. We could even do it like a lottery. So random opponents. The ship could use an outlet like that, and maybe in the process earn some respect for each other.”

He sat back and considered the idea. In truth it carried a great deal of merit, something to engage and occupy the crew, keep their minds and their wits sharp.

“Aye,” he nodded eventually. “Aye, I think we’ll do that. It would be a great improvement on having certain members of my crew just beat the crap out of each other in the holodecks, at any rate.”

Casela rubbed her hands together looking particularly wicked. “Oh I’m going to have SO much fun with this.” Casela snickered and a little too innocently, “Crew members are beating each other up on the holodecks? Where on Earth did you hear that?”

“But as for Hampton. Try to talk to him. If he reached out once, you have an opening, you can either be sneaky about it, which probably won’t work with him, batter it down with brute strength, or Appeal to his ‘higher calling.’ Don’t give up.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Maybe. But I’m no counselor, Cas. I…don’t have the words to comfort and console like you do,” Zachariah sighed, rubbing wearily at his face as his stomach roared in unison. “I will give things another try with the lad though. I promise.”

“No but sometimes what people need is a friend, a mentor, a companion, more than they need a counselor. If you are honest and give him the blunt truth, even if it rubs you the wrong way, he’ll at least listen to your words, even if it’s later, and make his own opinion.”

Then, keen to move on before he was moved to tears once again, he inquired with a smirk, “So, what about you, eh? Any news to give me? Or even some good, old fashioned rumours?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela thought about it, “Well let’s see, Cooper is getting a new arm. Fey and GLaDOS are working on an idea for a prostetic arm. Fey is hoping to add different attachment to it, including specialized engineerig tools to help him. He’s asked to go back on duty, but he’s recovring. The other two injured crewman are going to be okay. The new security chief is impressive. Make sure you get to know her.” Casela thinks, “OH our new CIO Icarus Remmington.” She laughs. “We had quite the row in my office. He’s quite eager to prove himself. He actually has a desire to be here, and strong armed his way to Levi, by his own admission. He’s been behind a desk and has NO field experience. BUT if we can get him to look beyond the ‘official’ report, he’ll do well. ARU and RTF are way above his clearance rating, so he’s capable, but…” she sighs, “And I’m cynical. But he thinks if the report states it there is nothing more to it than that. He wants to believe it, maybe needs to. And we both know, Zachariah, that belief will keep the wool over his eyes.”

“Oh, I know all about how our friend Mr Remington got here,” Cobb replied. “He’s got some nerve and no mistake. But still, I think he’ll be a valuable asset in the end.” In desperation, the captain reached for water (water!!!) in an attempt to fill his stomach. “I’ve paired him with Mr McHarrie, think between them they might make quite the intelligence team.”

Casela nodded, “Oh I think they’ll do well together. Remington has a drive an ambition, and McHarrie is curious, cautious and has the experience. I’ve spoken at length with McHarrie. He’s outstanding in what he does. I’ll help them any way I can.” Because in the end she might be ship’s counselor but she was still a part of Intelligence and S31.

He motioned for Casela to lean in, as if his next sentence would impart some highly prized secret. “I went to his lab earlier today. The things he has inside there! Cas, you have no idea!” he marvelled like a small child at his first visit to a candy store.

“Really? I’ll have to make a visit some time soon. I would love to see him work.” She paused a moment, “I need to talk to him about Gen anyway. Dr. Fey took samples and gave them to McHarrie. If there anything about her health or her current state of being, I’d like to hear about it sooner rather than later.”

She sipped the last of the coffee and put the cup aside. “Now for the scuttlebutt, apparently you and Doc Fey have a thing, and Bog and Hampton are going to have a cage match. But their little scuffle in the brig would certainly qualify. Speaking of which those two are going to do amazing things in engineering if they can learn to work together. OH! And apparently Gen is my long lost love child. But no one, not even me, seems to know who the father is.” Casela laughed. The rumors on this ship were always comical.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Zachariah spat water across his terminal screen. “Me and the Doctor? I mean, who…why…what kind of thing?”

Casela grinned and hid a laugh behind her hand. “A romantic one apparently. Doc Fey is erathral, like the beautiful fey of Earth’s legends. She’s also brilliant, and she keeps giving you sweets. Which as the old saying goes, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,’ and apprently you are that man.” Casela found it funny, the rumors that flew around the ship.

In truth, he’d never really viewed Lt Kastil as anything other than a highly skilled member of his crew. Or to be more precise, once he’d dispensed with the idea that she’d been spat from some kind of twisted, Eldritch nightmare, he viewed her as a skilled member of his crew. But perhaps he should spend some time with her out of uniform, so to speak.

OOC: GO FOR IT!
IC:
“How the hell do these rumours even start, eh?” he attempted to make light of the matter. “And why do they so often seem to centre on us?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb
  “Oh Irida starts them. She’s got a mouth on her and it never stops running. She’s very observant and she seems to do it on purpose. She takes bits of information and creates these crazy stories. Honestly I think she’s brilliant. It’s never malicious and doesn’t cross any lines. And it gives a needed distraction to the crew. And I think she likes to make the senior staff sweat.”
  Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Yes, well,” Cobb cleared his throat, “she certainly manages that.”

It occurred to him though, in that moment, how little he knew about the RTF side of things. They may have been a unit unto themselves, but they were still ultimately a part of this ship and a part of his crew.

“I think you’re right, Cas,” he mused. “I need to get myself more involved with the RTF. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to arrive all kitted out for combat,” he chuckled, “but they are as much a part of this operation as everyone else and yet there is still so little I know about them.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela nodded thinking that was an excellent idea. “Alright, your turn. What do you have to share with me?” Of course he might have more questions for her. Either way....where was Breakfast?! If she had to be up 2 hours early for this every day she wanted to eat.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS