Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room-A - Senior Staff Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Roger Sanks III (Number One) in Main Sim - Conference Room-A - Senior Staff Meeting

Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Main Sim - Conference Room-A - Senior Staff Meeting
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Upon perusal of the information packet the Captain would see aspects for Science, Security and Engineering which he would be able to distribute to the team.

Upon hearing the captains’ request from her Stella knitted her brows wondering if Captain Sugar was okay. Had he forgotten that ship time and station time often was different? She finally heaved a sigh and figured that just the use of one hour should do the trick. With a broad grin on her face, she opened the channel back up and replied in a soft voice. ” Right away Captain sir.”

Then opening the frequency for all ship wide personnel, she spoke in her official sounding voice saying, =/\= Attention all Merrimac personnel. We have received orders and leave is over. The captain would like all senior staff to report to conference room A in one hours’ time. Once again, all senior staff report to conference room A in one hour. Thank you! =/\=

Glen spent his time reviewing the information.

Just before the appointed hour was up, M’Mera made her way into the conference room. “Captain”, she said in greeting as she chose a chair a few down from him to allow the XO to sit at his right hand.

Lt. Cmdr. Sanks walked into the room and also grabbed a cup of coffee. “Good morning, everyone.” He stated then sat down in the empty chair to the right side of the Captain.

“Lieutenant!” replied John Glen. He found the disc that contained the security information on Ardan V and handed it to her. Glen hadn’t found it contained much substance, reports of nomadic marauders in the Hromi region, but wasn’t that true of any system on the edges of known space?

He sorted out the Science and Engineering discs too, and put them to one side to distribute.

The appointed hour came and went, but given the short notice, and some confusion over the conference room signage, he waited a few more minutes for the stragglers to arrive.

Max was just finishing up a short nap when he heard the announcement. He went ahead and got up and put his uniform back on. He did not expect a large amount of relaxation but having the nap, was nice. He then left his quarters and headed towards the conference room. He saw Captain Glen present so hi said, “Hello Captain. Lt Mullins reporting as expected. Is it alright if I take a seat?” He waited for a response from the captain before sitting down.

Cross made her way to the conference room ,for some odd reason she held her Padd in front of her stomach ..........as if being pregnant was something to be ashamed off.

“Of course,” Glen replied, handing him the disc containing the engineering information. “I’m also sorry that you never found out what was inside that spacecraft, though you probably had a very lucky escape there!”

’’ That was my line of thinking ‘’ she responded to Glen ‘’Captain sometimes I wonder if those above want to rid of us ‘’ and with that she took a seat next to the table.

“Orders are orders, Doctor!” Glen replied. “But I will never direct you to do anything I think is unsafe. We are usually out on the edge of the Federation, often further still, sometimes on the very edge of known space, and our orders are often a bit vague, with plenty of room to wiggle… shall we get started?”

Glen stood up and skipped the projector to a slide showing a map of the Hromi Cluster, and indicated Ardan V.

“This is the destination of our next mission,” Glen said. “Another mining colony world. Romulans, Klingons, and several pirate gangs have been there previously but pulled out for unknown reasons. The Federation has a colony there now but it has been in trouble. A garbled distress call from them yesterday referred to sabotaged equipment and something missing. They mine Dilithium-Niobium-Oxide and the man in charge is called Platus. he was an owner/operator on several mining haulers and seems to have worked his way to the top position. We are there to provide assistance. That’s really all I know, but the DHs have additional information in the discs I’ve given them. Any further questions?”

‘’Another mining colony ? If the Romulans, Klingons and pirates got the hell out of there , doesn’t that tell you something !’’ Cross exclaimed ‘’ On the very edge of unknown space and our orders are often a bit vague, really Captain is that what you believe that we are safe ?’’ the CMO raised her tone ‘’Okay ,okay I understand orders are orders’‘.

“There are rumours of something supernatural, Doctor,” replied Glen. “Should I believe those? Bogeymen, evil spirits, meta-genic monsters or just more mysterious interphasic aliens, witchcraft, and things that go bump in the night? …You know, there are plenty of quite reasonable reasons why such a colony might fail that wouldn’t be of any concern to us, from geological instability to problems with long distance logistics and supply. Part of our mission will obviously be to determine the ‘why’ here! With that in mind, I have attempted to discover the reasons why the Romulans might have left.”

“Any other questions?” Glen asked.

‘’Yes Captain ‘’ Cross replied ‘’but it takes more then spirits , witchcraft, etc for Romulans and Klingons to be scared ..it must be something far more sinister. Guess we’ll soon be able to find out what it could be ourselves ‘’ .

The CMO said nothing more for it seemed it was just her and Glen present in the conference room.

“That would be pure speculation, Doctor. There is no evidence or indications to believe that they were ‘scared’ away,” Glen replied, “as I said there could be one of many different reasons, both natural, such as the weather conditions, or just poor organisation of resources. We know that the Klingons are poor at forward planning and structure. However, the distress call made from the mining colony does give the impression of something very urgent… I’ll play it in full…”

Glen pressed a button and the recording he had heard earlier played.

=^= ....Ardan V…colony. We....Federation help....missing…sabotaged equipment. We repeat....we need help=^=

“I agree with you,” Glen said, “that does sound sinister and is rather concerning.”

“Any other questions? …Roger, would you like to say something, with all the senior officers together in one room?” Glen asked his new XO, Roger Sanks III.

• Glen, CO

“I am honored to be on this ship and be granted the promotion of Executive Officer of the Merrimack.” He started speaking. “It sounds like we don’t have much to go on for information on this mission, and we don’t know exactly what we are about to walk into, but I advise we study what’s on these discs and get as much information as we can as we travel to this mining facility.” He continued.
Lt. Cmdr. Sanks, Number One

Cross was elated that there was a new Cmdr ,it meant she would not be ordered to take the bridge by the Captain .

“It sounds like we don’t have much to go on for information on this mission, and we don’t know exactly what we are about to walk into’‘

‘’Noting new there Cmdr ‘’ she told Sanks ‘’ We hardly ever know what we are about to find , hopefully the Captain’s Romulan friend would be able to give us some input ‘’.

Cross CMO

Lance was lurking in the back of the room as he always did, scribbling notes in his battered note book. He listened intently and then scratched the fine blonde stubble on his chin before he chimed into the conversation, “All these colonies getting hit, it’s almost like a weird sort of coincidence or the start of a much bigger problem.” He mused.

-Lt. Malone CSO