Posted by Captain Jonathan McBride (CO, USS Centurion) in Extending an Olive Branch

Posted by Lieutenant Nia Harmon (Scientist) in Extending an Olive Branch

Posted by Civilian Elijah Mercer (Professor / Scientific Advisor) in Extending an Olive Branch
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Acknowledging the responses he conveyed his appreciation, stating, “Thank you all for your responses. I eagerly anticipate our meeting at 1500.”

As he dispatched the message, Elijah braced himself for the forthcoming interaction. While he had previous experience in JAG hearings, usually from the perspective of an advocate, this particular situation heightened his nerves. The realisation dawned that he now faced the challenging task of extending sincere apologies.

Observing the clock, he swiftly departed, ensuring he allowed ample time for the necessary procedures, aiming to be in position and ready for their arrival.

Upon reaching his destination, he promptly presented his UFP identification to the vigilant security personnel stationed at the main entrance, providing a concise explanation of his purpose. To his satisfaction, this time he was anticipated, and he was efficiently guided through the intricate passageways until he found himself within the confines of the conference room. Prior information had been imparted that the passes he now possessed were closely monitored, accompanied by a subtle warning about the consequences of straying from the designated areas.

Expressing gratitude, he voiced a simple “Thank you” as the doors closed behind the departing escort, effectively sealing his fate within the confines of the conference room.

Doctor Elijah Mercer
Professor / Scientific Advisor
Oed V

A tall and lean Human male strode in next, his pale blue eyes taking in the room and Mercer. He wore a Starfleet uniform with four pips. He ran a hand over a mop of brown hair just tamed into submission enough to meet regulations and exhaled. “Mr. Mercer, Jonathan McBride,” he greeted lightly, extending a hand out to him.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Elijah rose gracefully as the doors parted, revealing Captain McBride and Lt. Cmdr. Fayth. He noted Lt. Cmdr. Fayth’s presence with satisfaction, recognizing her as someone significantly affected by the recent incursion. The Captain, whom Eli had not encountered before, possessed a commanding stature, tall and lean, with pale blue eyes that keenly observed his surroundings. Clad in a Starfleet uniform adorned with four pips, he sported a mop of brown hair, neatly complying with regulations.

Expressing gratitude, Eli extended a handshake to the Captain. “Thank you for granting me this audience. I believe we may have a few more yet to arrive,” he conveyed, his tone measured and composed.

“Indeed,” Jonathan said. “Please have a seat.”

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth was right behind McBride in entering. Her black eyes scanned the room to see if anyone else had arrived, though she could already feel from the presences that no one had, but they were near. She took a seat to the left and one down of where she usually sat for senior staff meetings. Things always shifted a bit when the Lt. Governor was in attendance. She set her PaDD down on the table, answering a few brief requests for medication or treatment orders from the staff at Sacred Heart, before this meeting got started.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Tannenn walked in after Fayth and McBride, she offered up a a smile of greeting to everyone, she walked around the table and nodded at the seat next to Sharah Fayth, “Mind if I join you here?” she asked softly so she didn’t interrupt McBride’s conversation with Eli.

LtCmdr Keen
Chief Star Fleet Science Officer

Sharah smiled at her, “Of course,” and turned her chair to politely face the woman. “This is such a mess.” She commented quietly to the woman, so as not to be over heard. She shook her head again, “Well, welcome to Oed V Cmdr Keen. It is never dull and never easy, nor routine.” The words might be slightly amusing if she wasn’t so serious.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Doctor Elijah Mercer
Professor / Scientific Advisor
Oed V

Nia slipped in, being a part of the experimental working group but also wanting to understand the process going forward. Since everyone was invited, she saw her presence as welcome, even if she was the more junior officer here. She gave McBride and Keen each a crisp nod of her head in turn and took a seat.

Lt. Nia Harmon, Scientist

“Captain Dasca will be here momentarily. Please make yourselves comfortable. Grab a drink if you need it. I’m not sure how long this meeting will take, but I doubt we’ll be leaving until there is a clear plan in place for how we good forward,” McBride said, taking a seat to the left of the head of the table where Dasca would sit.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

As the diverse group of individuals gathered, Elijah couldn’t help but feel a mixture of nervousness and hopefulness. The array of ranks and characters present painted a positive picture, suggesting that various perspectives would be respected during the meeting. Elijah anticipated and earnestly desired the opportunity to offer a sincere apology. While he couldn’t fully explain the situation himself, he was determined to make sense of what happened. He wanted to extend apologies to those who were impacted by any investigation or disruption. More importantly, he saw this as a crucial step in the process of reconciliation—a chance to find a way forward.

Observing the assembling group, Elijah felt a sense of anticipation as they awaited the arrival of Dasca.

Doctor Elijah Mercer
Professor / Scientific Advisor
Oed V