Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Main Sim…The Deal with the Devil at the rendez vous point (all staff report to this thread)

Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in Main Sim…The Deal with the Devil at the rendez vous point (all staff report to this thread)

Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Main Sim…The Deal with the Devil at the rendez vous point (all staff report to this thread)
OOC: So for anyone new starting…Perkins is essentially a NPC anyone envision the way they want as an enemy or person to cause strife. Anything you create about him (ie: your feelings of anger, annoyance, loathing. etc) are allowed. Essentially Perkins is a group bad guy. McLaren is another NPC but the counter to Perkins. Whatever Perkins would do, McLaren would do the opposite. You are free to invent anything you want about these two men in a post. The only “guidelines” is Perkins is the bad guy and McLaren would be his good guy counterpart. Have fun and be creative if you want to use them. ~ Kate

The conference room was set up with the typical pitcher of water and glasses sitting in the middle. This was due to Vanessa knowing a well taken sip of water might prevent a court martial when dealing with Admiral Perkins. She had arrived first and paced the room waiting for the others to arrive. Her meeting with Lt. Dean went as well as a fart in church as her grandmother used to say. Looking at the clock, she knew the rest of the crew would be arriving soon. This crew was punctual if nothing else. They were just hovering outside the coordinates Perkins sent making the man wait until the last possible second. The crew of the Genesis was many things but there were not lap dogs that came when some pompous Admiral snapped his fingers.

The long range scans showed that there was no one else in the space except the Genesis and the USS Relentless which was Admiral Perkins vehicle here. The scans would also show that the Relentless was running dark. There were only two reasons to run dark. The first was to sneak up on someone. The second was to hide from someone. Since Perkins had given the crew these coordinates specifically it was a good guess they were trying to hide from someone; however there was no one anywhere near here except the two ships.

Long range communications were also unique here. Short range were fine but the magnetic field of the gas giant lurking in the background created enough static that it essentially prevented any long range communications.

If one chose to sift through the multitude of files on Perkin’s they would find a man whose career was mottled with bad decisions and accusations but nothing ever stuck. His familial nepotism in the ranks shielding him from penal time which any other person in his position would be facing. Interestingly enough, he had just been appointed to the subcommittee for Starfleet Military Appropriations. Like all men that slithered into a position, there was one man that opposed Perkins. This man was Admiral McLaren. He too was on the subcommittee for Starfleet Military Appropriations and hated Perkins with the same passion others did. If one had to pick a side between Perkins and McLaren, most officers who held Starfleet and its ideal in high regard sided with McLaren.

GM Kate

Calvin walked into the room with a sour expression on his face. For the past three hours, everyone had been given the order to come up with a plan to thwart Perkins and help those they left behind on Beltran. Taking a seat
Calvin watched his counselor pace. “Take a seat Slade. A counselor pacing is not a good look.”

Calvin Marius CO

Dagen followed shortly after. It hadn’t been a ‘busy’ past couple of hours. Running the engines hot was never a bad thing ‘to clean out the pipes’ as he had been told by an old engineer a century ago. It wasn’t like they strained the systems; in fact it had been kinda fun doing so. To thwart Perkins, however, meant that he had to know what it was they were thwarting, and that was rather fuzzy for him. He quietly found a seat, acknowledging the Captain and Counselor with a nod and tight smile.
- Dagen, CE

Magnus sat down next to the Captain and crossed his legs with a smile “I don’t know, I’ve always found anxiousness soothing” He said in a light tone, the annoyance of their earlier meeting having faded away.