Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in CNS Office - Updating the CO’s Record

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in CNS Office - Updating the CO’s Record

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in CNS Office - Updating the CO’s Record
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Sinclair tapped his commbadge and said =/\= Lt. Cmdr. Sinclair to Captain Knight. When you have a moment, Sir, could you please come by my office? Thank you. =/\=
He then set a PaDD on the small table in the center of the room and waited for the Skipper to arrive.

Sinclair, CNS

=/\= Of course Counselor =/\= came the reply from Dante, who happened to have been off duty mere moments before that, but still free. He suspected the Counselor was duty roster watching and smirked.

Not long after, Dante arrived at the office and rang the chime, the standard large cup of coffee in his hand indicating that he had had priorities to attend to before making his way to the office.

Captain Knight, CO

The doors opened and the Counselor looked up and then stood. “Captain. Thank you for coming on short notice. Please have a seat.” he said and indicated the chair opposite a small central table. He came around the desk, picked up a PaDD that had been laying there, and waited for the CO to take his seat.

“Thank you Counselor” Dante said, moving to the indicated chair and making himself comfortable, then taking a look around the room that their new crew member had made his own. All the while nursing that coffee.

The Counselor had been busy. What had been a bare office now was decorated in a warm and calming manner. The desk had been moved to the corner of the space where the bulkhead met the outer hull’s windows, opening the office space up for a seating area large enough to hold more than the single individual that most often came to talk with the ship’s Counselor. A couch and a few chairs were set around a small table, on which sat a crystal bowl filled with multicolored glass beads that seemed to have a small amount of internal light inside them.

Low bookcases lined the walls, each one closed with a glass fronted door with brass hinges, in which sat some real books, many notebooks, and a few bookends of various sizes and shapes. On the wall behind the desk were several pictures on either side of a display case. Each shelf was filled with a few items the young officer had collected so far; but on the top shelf sat a single item housed in a rounded glass display: The Star Fleet Marine Corps Distinguished Service Cross.

“Do you need a refill on your coffee before we begin?” he asked politely.

Sinclair, CNS

“Not at all, it’s a fresh cup of Joe” he grinned. If Sinclair hadn’t already, he would soon learn that a cup of coffee was always near by the Captain. “So your getting stuck in and starting from the top are you?” he said with a smirk, then indicated the medal on the shelf. “That must have a story” he said, “Your record doesn’t indicate receiving that.”

Captain Knight, CO

“Start at the top and the bottom falls together faster, Captain.” Sinclair said with a smile, and then cast a glance at the item the Captain was looking at. A brief look of sadness swept across his face, replaced by a smile of pride. “Not mine. Belonged to Marine Colonel Thomas Kincaid. My grandfather, Seamus, was his Company Gunnery Sergeant. After my Gran passed, the Colonel gave that to me. Said he was awarded it, but my Grandfather earned it. I looked it up while I was on board the Challenger. If you ever want a good war story, let me know. I have a copy of the citation in the base of the display.” and he turned back to Knight. “So, I keep it to help remind me that we are all in this together. Wouldn’t you agree, Sir?”

Sinclair, CNS