Posted by Lieutenant Commander Magnús Pétursson (First Officer) in MAIN SIM Shuttle to Beltran

Posted by GM Kate (GM) in MAIN SIM Shuttle to Beltran
Upon reaching the hangar there were not one but two options for the nine crew members to use for Transport to the surface. One was the Captain’s yacht and the other was one of the Armadillo-class shuttlecraft. It was up to any of the nine crew arriving at the hangar which ship they chose to go down to the surface in.

GM Kate

Magnus looked good in a dress uniform, of course in his humble opinion he looked good in any uniform but there was something about the stiffness of the dress whites that he felt really brought out his good qualities of which he possessed many. The only thing he truly disliked about wearing the Dress Uniform was the fruit salad hanging on his chest, he wasn’t greatly fond of showing off whatever achievements he had received in his nearly thirty years of service. Medals and ribbons of commendation and service, service pins from his duties with the Diplomatic Corps and during the Dominion War including the Christopher Pike Medal of Valor. He was hoping that his broadly built commanding officer would bring his own salad bowl full and not skimp.

He stood with hands on hips and critically examined the two vessels and without looking around said “So we’re taking the yacht right?” He said with a broad grin on his face “I mean dress to impress and fly to blow minds”

XO

“Um yes,” Vanessa stated coming up from behind the XO to stand at his side. While the crew had been ordered to show up in dress uniform, being a counselor meant Vanessa had more options. She could forgo the strict dress uniform denoting power, authority and rank with more civilian attire to allow those around her to see her as typical and approachable. People tended to open up when they were comfortable so her outfit was meant to tease out the true feelings behind what might be polite words. The dress she chose was regulation blue indicating she was part of the counseling staff but that was where any semblance of a uniform went out the window. It was floor-length with one single strap going over her right shoulder to hold the bodies up. The material was a soft satin that made one think of the ocean as it rippled on her body as she walked. The dress was form-fitting but not skin-tight and lacking any adornment aside from a long sash that draped over her neck and ran down the back of the open dress.

“Why would we not show up in style?” Looking over at the XO she took in a long look before responding. “You look good,” and “I call shotgun.”

Vanessa Slade CNS