Posted by Lieutenant T’Pria (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room -A, Staff Meeting

Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Conference Room -A, Staff Meeting
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Once things had been arranged on the Bridge, Th’ellin had gone through the door to Conference Room A to await the assembly of his senior staff. He stood at the head of the triangular table, hands resting on the back of the chair before him. A cup of coffee steamed on the table near to hand. A carafe of hot coffee and several cups was placed near the middle of the table, next to the Comm console and miniature view screen.

-Zarath, CO

Amber was at her place, to the Captain’s left, the right being reserved for the XO. She smiled at the Captain as he arrived and she went back to silently going over the logs she had taken to be sure everything was in order and she could pull up whatever he asked for in a second.

Amber Josen
Comms

Paul wandered in then and looked at Zarath. “Please tell me you brought some Damn coffee…sickbays been like a fairground with people…” he spotted the carafe and sitting down in a seat pulled it towards him. “Hallelujah.” Was his only comment as he poured the drink. However before he so much as let the carafe go or indeed had lifted the cup to his lips, he smiled charmingly at Amber and added. “My apologies Ensign, would you care for a cup?”

Doc Hudson
CMO

Myasnikov came through the door and looked around. He nodded at everyone present and said “Reporting as ordered, Sir.”, his thick Russian accent making his words sound almost confrontational. But the obvious excitement on his face showed, and he quickly took a seat next to Amber.

Myasnikov, Navigator

Chief engineer T’Pria entered next, but no such excitement could be seen on her face. Instead the Vulcan wore an expression of complete indifference as she offered her new Captain a perfunctory “Lt T’Pria reporting as ordered, Sir”, then crossed the room and silently slipped into the vacant seat next to Hudson.

• Lt T’Pria (CE)

Commander Černý walked in shortly afterwards, and slipped the tape from the Bridge before into a slot on the computer terminal before taking his seat.

How did we all arrive at different times, if we left at the same time? he wondered but did not ask.

– Ivo Černý, XO/CSO

Having been down in security, giving her officers a thorough talking to, Quinn was last to arrive. She strode into the room and gave off a somewhat imposing air, despite her relatively moderate stature. Her fiery-red hair was tied up in a tight knot and she now wore her red shirt, black trousers and boots. All in all, she appeared to be a far cry from the bubbly, bouncing woman whom the other senior officers had briefly seen on the bridge. “Lieutenant Phy-Knight, reporting as ordered, Sir,” she declared sharply, before taking her seat at the table. Forgoing the coffee, she took a drink from a small metal bottle that had hung from her belt and set it down on the table. Geez, Quinn, you can loosen up a little without devolving into your usual mental self, she thought as she waited for the Captain to begin the meeting.

Th’ellin looked around the room, nodding to Cerny as he popped the tape into the machine. He flipped a rocker switch on the panel and the screen came to life with the information from the memory tape.

“Most of you heard the call when it came in, but for those that missed it… We’ve been chosen for a milk run to the Colony on Deba. We’ll drop off needed supplies and conduct a scientific survey before we ship out again. On the display, you’ll find our course and heading, as well as some information about the Deba Colony. Questions?”

The Andorian looked around, meeting the eyes of his staff in turn. He hadn’t touched his coffee yet.

-Zarath, CO

OOC: Info dump coming in tomrrow!

GM CockRoach

A deep frown settled on the Vulcan’s face. “A…milk run, Sir?” she questioned, unfamiliar with the phrase being used - unless they were to engage in some primitive farming activities?

• Lt T’Pria (CE)

Talk about irony. First job out of space dock and I’m hauling supplies to a colony like I was back on a freighter. Quinn laughed internally. Well, those had a habit of attracting trouble. Maybe this one will too. She then looked over at the CE, “it’s an old earth military term used to describe a mission that is simple and straightforward. In other words, downright boring,” her gaze drifted to the Captain, “right, Bossman.” Internally she swore, I said to lighten up, Quinn, not drop some of that old earth slang at your first senior staff briefing.

Lt Quinn Phy-Knight
Security Chief