Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Main Sim: Genesis Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Main Sim: Genesis Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Thomas McGregor (COS) in Main Sim: Genesis Bridge
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Everyone from the planet surface suddenly found themselves on the bridge of the Genesis. If that was not shocking enough, the person sitting at the conn was not who Calvin had left in charge. In their place was Lt. Zachary Dean. Dean was sitting in the chair reading a PaDD while everyone on the bridge seemed to have accepted his take over of command without question.

GM Kate

The light of the transporter faded, and the familiar hum of the bridge replaced the world he had just left. Edelu’s boots met the deck with a subtle shift of weight, knees flexing against the residual disorientation.

He took in the space without moving his head—peripheral vision sweeping over the stations, the crew, the conn. It was not the officer he expected there, but the way the rest of the bridge accepted it spoke louder than any explanation could.

The recycled air tasted different here—cooler, steadier—yet beneath it, he caught the faint tang of tension. His hands remained gripping his rifle, posture composed, but his gaze lingered on Dean a fraction too long, committing every detail to memory before he allowed his eyes to move on.

The deck plates vibrated faintly under his feet, a reminder that no matter the strangeness of their arrival, the ship was still in motion. Edelu let his breathing settle into that rhythm, silent and observant, waiting for the next move to reveal itself.

Lt. Cmdr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis

“You!” Thomas exclaimed. “How did you get away from being eaten by the Volians?”

COS

“My rakish good looks,” Dean said standing up now that he saw the gang was all back.

More of a question in Dagen’s mind was how they even beamed up what with the mineral on the planet inhibiting transport at all which was their principle issue through this entire diplomatic fiasco. He moved to the engineering station =^= Thor to transporter room. Did you transport us? If so, how? =^=
- Dagen, CE

“No Sir I did,” he addressed Dagen. “It helped that the Harvest was over and the orbital platforms came on line with all the chaos going on down there now. As to how your transporter chief got a lock I am not sure but I was the one that gave the order. Now before I relinquish command to the XO or the Captain, I would suggest everyone move into his ready room. I have a communique coming through for Starfleet HQ.”

GM Kate

Edelu did not move when Dean stood. The rifle in his hands remained angled low, fingers resting but not tense on its frame.

His eyes followed the exchange between Dean, McGregor, and Thor with the same steady weight he gave a patient’s vitals—watching, measuring, noting what was said and what was not.

The offer to “move into the ready room” hung in the air, but Edelu’s boots stayed rooted where the transporter had set him down. He was a physician by trade, but Starfleet had drilled the same lesson into him as any other officer: the bridge was not a place to act on assumptions. Orders came from the captain. Or failing that, the first officer.

So he held his place, posture even, presence quiet but unyielding, his silence saying more than interruption ever could: he would not move without instruction.

Lt. Cmdr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis