1000hrs. Monday, August 9th, 2393.

It was an unremarkable morning, not dissimilar to most of Dauntless’ downdays–which came once in a great while. The ship, unbusied by the dramatics of its passengers, pursued its course in serenity. Her calm was almost unsettling. There were no brawls to break up, no murders to investigate–not even the lowly crewman to reprimand for showing up drunk, and potentially in love.

“Ensign,” Aihia swiveled in her chair to face a young Yeoman, who’d been organizing senior staff schedules and files. “Send out a communique to all department heads,” she began, “have them relieve their positions to their senior-most Junior Officer and report to Holodeck 1 at 1030hrs.”

“For what reason, Captain?” She asked, curiosity piqued. “Do they need to bring anything with them?”

“That is for them to find out, Miss Kait.” A smirk taunted the corners of Aihia’s lips. She was not a subtle woman, but she felt the need to surprise her crew. After all, it was seldom anything was given blatantly around these parts. “As for supplies? All they will require is their brains.”

“Aye, sir.” Kait wasn’t positive what Ael had in mind, but she had come to a point where she refrained from asking. Most times it was better to keep herself in the dark than to ponder the morals behind Aihia’s actions. They often crossed into the grey area.

Seconds later, a message had been sent out to ever department head aboard the Dauntless. It read as follows:

*Attention Senior Staff, *

Please relieve your positions to your senior-most JO, or department deputy, and have your skeleton crew report to the CIC. Afterwards, proceed to Holodeck one, where you will be given further orders.

See you there!

Yeoman Kait.

The message was cryptic and offered few hints as to what the senior staff were to expect. What were they to say? It was never an easy day aboard the Dauntless.

Cptn. Aihia, CO

OOC: All department heads, including JAG and Marine are welcome to join this sim. ;D – Trin