Posted by Captain Jonathan McBride (CO, USS Centurion) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting
The appointment of Lieutenant Governor Dasca presented Starfleet Command with something of an unusual situation they had not had before: the Lt. Gov was not an active duty officer. And thus they had quickly found a solution to the situation and enacted it while Dasca was en route to Oed.

A day after Dasca had been announced, Starfleet sent notice that a new commanding officer was on their way. Captain (Ret.) Dasca would oversee Starfleet operations on the colony as Commander-in-Chief.

Two days after that, all senior Starfleet staff were asked to meet in the Primary Conference room at 1000 hours the next day.

And so it was that Captain Jon McBride had found his quarters shortly after clearing customs and getting his security clearance verified and activated. And with that, he headed over to the Complex to go meet his new crew and his new boss.

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In the large Conference Room, support staff to the senior staff milled about, making sure there were refreshments available. And then they just waited for folks to arrive.

OOC: We don’t have a lot of people playing Starfleet characters, so McBride is a fill-in until there is someone to take over the role (if needed). But we an always use NPCs to play the other senior staff roles we don’t have filled currently. Feel free to jump in!

Captain McBride, CO

Things at the hospital were crazy with all the happenings and Sharah was not happy leaving with the security around her patients. However in the end it didn’t matter how she felt about it, she was an officer and had to report as ordered. So she had gone in for a few hours and then gave over her patient load to Eraras and Wythok for the day. Within the fleet complex things were crazy as well. There hadn’t been a CO when they arrived only the most ranking officer. Hopefully things would smooth out now. But exactly how was the dynamic between a fleet CO and a civilian politician going to work out?

The diminutive doctor with the jet black hair and obsidian eyes entered the conference room, greeting the few officers she had managed to meet and looking for a familiar presence. Taking a glass of ice water from the offerings she moved toward the table.

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