Posted by Master Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Chief Engineer) in MAIN SIM - Senior Staff Briefing

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Commanding Officer) in MAIN SIM - Senior Staff Briefing

Posted by Gamemaster OZ (GM) in MAIN SIM - Senior Staff Briefing
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Rand was already in the conference room (how she did that with such short notice, no one knew) placing out data disks, drinks, PaDDs, and whatever else the Senior staff required.

She looked up as she placed the last drink when the doors opened. “Captain, will you require my presence?”

Yeoman Rand

“Yes Rand. I’d like your notes, and your insight has proved invaluable.” Rende moved to the head table and waited for her senior staff to arrive.

Cpt. Asam, CO

Ra’Ti walked in and looked at Asam. “Hey, before anyone gets here. Something is… off… about that comm. Dunno what it is, exactly, but… ” He flicked his attention to Rand. “Hey Rand… can you find out where that Admiral is at right now? The one that sent the message?” and he took a seat one chair away from the Captain.

Ra’Ti, Chief Tactical Officer

Rende nodded. She and Xam thought the same. “I agree, but I don’t want to discuss it on the bridge.”

“Of course, Lt.” Rand said with a smile. She moved to a side table where a spare computer was sitting and pulled up the information on the message that came though the bridge. She looked through the metadata to identify where the message was sent from. Then she made a comm link to star fleet command and looked through the duty roster of all current Yeoman. She quickly found the Yeoman assigned to Admiral E. Thale, Starfleet Command and put in a request to confirm the Admiral’s current location.

Yeoman Rand

The console chirped quietly as Yeoman Farquharson’s query processed. Starfleet’s priority channel routing confirmed the source of the mission orders: Meridian Station, Command Hub Subnet 2. Encryption and clearance were verified. Admiral Thale’s security credentials matched known biometric keys on file.

A moment later, a brief text-only response arrived from the Admiral’s yeoman.

[Secure Message - Meridian Station Internal Net]
From: Yeoman 2nd Class J. Kell
To: U.S.S. Sentinel - Yeoman 1st Class Rand Farquharson
RE: Admiral Thale’s location

Yes, Admiral Thale is aboard Meridian Station.
At this exact moment he is… ah… unavailable.
Definitely not in the hydroponics module.
Certainly not feeding the station’s Aldebaran Sand Eels while humming 20th-century torch songs.
Please advise if urgent.

End transmission.

Rand did not snort, but she was highly amused.

[Secure Message - USS Sentinel Command Channel]
From: Yeoman 1st Class Rand Farquharson
To: Meridian Station - Yeoman 2nd Class J. Kell
RE: Admiral Thale’s location

Thank you for the quick reply. No urgency. I am just conducting a secondary confirmation of our orders for Captain Asam.

End Transmission

The door slid open and the CMO walked in. The Saurian looked at Asam and inclined his head. “Captain.” he said as he took his customary near the far end of the table.

Kreed, CMO

“Doctor,” Rende said with a nod.

Karl was arguing with his communicator when he walked in [O]No I’m certain that there must be an inventory error, Now if you’ll excuse me I have a briefing[C] He flipped the device closed and sat down and sighed “Apologies” He smiled.

Master Chief Karl - CE

Rende waved him off, “No need, Chief. Hopefully this won’t take long, relatively speaking.”

Cpt. Asam, CO

-OZ

“Orders confirmed Captain. They were sent by Admiral Thale from Meridian Station. I also confirmed he is on board Miridian Station,” Rand reported.

Yeoman Rand

“Thank you, Rand.” Asam pressed the comm button [O]Asam to bridge. Set course for Sagan’s Veil. Maximum warp. Bring us to holding 100,000 km outside the nebulous edge.[C]

Cpt. Asam, CO

[O}Aye, Captain. Course laid in and engaged. We’re en route to Sagan’s Veil—estimated time of arrival: five days, twelve hours.[C]

Karl raised his eyebrow “Sagan’s Veil?” He pulled a PaDD from a utility pocket and looked it up “Class K?” He looked suprised and delighted “That’s not possible” He muttered and slid the information over to the first officer “I never went to proper school” He said with a smile as he was the only non-commissioned officer in he senior staff and had thusly never attended Starfleet Academy “But don’ Inversion Nebulas have a theoritcal lifespan of a decade or something?” The only reason he knew what a theoretical K-Class Nebulae was, was because of his Ex-Wife.

Master Chief Karl - CE

“Class K?” Marcus raised an eyebrow, “I’ve gotta say that’s a new one on me.”

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-

“They do,” Roman said, his specialty being far from astronomy of any kind, but having been in Starfleet sciences long enough to pick up plenty.

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“Now that we are all here,” Asam turned to her yeoman. “Rand play the message.”

The comm speaker crackled — not loudly, but with the unmistakable stutter of a subspace relay stretched thin. Then came the voice. Tinny, clipped, and unmistakably synthetic — the flat tone of Starfleet’s long-range automated dispatch system.

“USS Sentinel, NCC-one-seven-nine-four — you are hereby ordered and directed to proceed to nebula six-eight-five, designation: Sagan’s Veil, in the Kaliphane sector.”

A faint glitch warped the word Kaliphane, but the message continued.

“Conduct full-spectrum scientific survey. Priority: routine exploration with secondary directive — investigate reports of sensor disruption and anomalous subspace behavior. Maintain standard safety protocols. Notify Starfleet Command upon arrival.”

Then a pause. A subtle shift in tone — not the voice itself, but the pacing.

“Orders confirmed and authorized — Admiral E. Thale, Starfleet Command. Authorization code: Charlie-Victor-three-four-Tango-Obsidian.”

The channel clicked off.

No further commentary. No follow-up data packet.

“We have confirmed the message came from Meridian Station, the access code is valid, and Admiral Thale is on Meridian station.” Asma leaned back in her chair. “Alden prepare for the survey. Send a briefing to all the departments about what we do know of the nebula. Work with Ra’ti to get probes ready. Anders prep for standard security protocols in unknown space. Ra’ti I want full Tactical scans incase this interference isn’t natural. Kreed, once you get the Briefing, determine if there are any medical risks from the nebula and enact any protocols you deem necessary. Johansson, make sure deflector, shields, and sensors are up to handling the interference. Comms as well. Any questions?”

Cpt. Asam, CO

Ra’Ti nodded and said “We’ll get a full survey prove spread set up and ready, Captain. No problem “

Karl looked at his colleague, then the Captain, “Ma’am, is it usual for us to get direct orders from the LRAuDS?” He’d already pulled out another padd from another utility pocket and was tapping without looking, writing down his to-do list. He knew the Long Range Automated Dispatch System would send information but he’d never received direct orders from it.

Master Chief Karl - CE

OOC: Just chalk that one up to a GM who has never simmed in TOS era. I knew it probably wouldn’t be a video message, or even a live voice message. That’s why I went went the robot-voice text reader. lol. I included the admiral’s security code! haha. I’ll get the hang it.

-Harley, aka OZ

OOC: Well…and Rende and Xam are suspicious of everything anyway. And well…our last mission we had a saboteur on board. LOL

-OZ

OOC: Right of course, this was purely in character as Karl is relatively new as a DH and has only known orders to be given in person. He might be an old hand in service but he’s still new to Senior staff level things.

• Hjortur

“No. We are close enough to Meridian station the LRAuDS isn’t necessarily needed, but some admirals prefer it. Perhaps I’m just suspicious after our last mission began with sabotage to the ship’s engines.” Asam was suspicious anyway. A life like she had lived made one that way.

Cpt. Asam, CO

OOC: I want to play with the captain’s abilities a bit, if I am misunderstanding how they work, please correct me so that I can edit the following post. If it’s okay, then just go along with it.

IC: The silence that followed was unremarkable to most, save a faint, almost imperceptible hum that lingered a second too long.

For anyone else, it would be nothing.

But to Asam — who lived with the strange gift (or burden) of hearing emotions like music — there was something else.

A note.

Low and sharp, like a cello string drawn too tight. Discordant, uneasy — not from anyone in the room, but somewhere else. Faint as a memory, but wrong in a way that pressed gently on the chest. Not loud. Just present.

Like a song that ended on the wrong chord.

The kind of note that didn’t belong in routine orders, or scientific briefings. The kind of note that, once heard, lingered.

And didn’t stop.

-OZ

The captain was momentarily distracted by the discordant note. It pressed on her chest in an uncomfortable and painful way. Years of discipline kept her face neutral. Her eyes flicked about from one face to the other, her ears listening to their voices, but the note didn’t come from them. Then suddenly, “Get to work, I want every department ready before we arrive. I want a status report in 24 hours. Dismissed.” It was abrupt and final. Not her usual way.

Cpt. Asam, CO

Karl nodded and stood up, pocketing his second PaDD and grabbing the first off the table “Aye.”

Master Chief Karl - CE

Xam waited for everyone to leave and then looked at Rende. “You know I can tell when you’re hiding something. Wanna share? Or do I have to wait for our next date night to interrogate you?” He said it with a laugh, but there was a note of concern in his voice.

Ra’Ti, Chief Tactical Officer