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OOC: To get things moving along I am opening this thread for crew and cadets to start congregating in. Feel free to start posting your arrivals here!

IC: The grand ball room was little more than a mess hall for fifty or so people at any given time. Starfleet grey walls with large windows looking out into the vastness of space to give the room a larger feeling than it actually was. A replicator was installed into one wall, the other As the station slowly rotated, the view would change from the crumbling Romulan empire, the Azure nebula just inside the Klingon boarders, and the occasional patrol from the Pioneer fleet, or supply ship to the Infinite fleet.

At the front of the hall was that confounding box, locked up tight, and transported by the finest cadets in the fleet. Natasha milled about the “front” of the room near the box where a podium had been erected for the commander to address the crew of the Challenger. She had opted to wear the white coat and black slacks of her dress uniform, as ordered by Jackson, before the Challenger’s arrival and looking quite proud of herself for all the work she had put into this little get together: namely moving the chairs into rows for people to sit in.

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OOC: Bump!

Korczak had ensured that all was in order on board the ship before departing and making his way to the Mess Hall. He wanted to get there early in order to make sure that there was someone present to mediate, should the need arise. He knew that some of the Challenger crew might have some feelings of resentment for being ordered to transport a unknown object within the confines of the ship; an object that someone had gone to great lengths to keep secret. And if he was being honest with himself, he would share some of those feelings.

The Challenger was an Academy ship. It was staffed mostly by Cadets. If their first ‘mission’ outside of the Academy was to run some kind of ridiculous errand for the higher-ups, then Korczak knew more than a few would begin the process of becoming disillusioned with Starfleet. On the other side of things, if the object turned out to be some kind of classified equipment or a potential hazard to the crew, then the Captain should have been included on what it is… at least in Korczak’s opinion. An opinion he kept firmly to himself as he walked in and, spying the only other occupant of the room, smiled and said “Hello. Lieutenant Commander Korczak, USS Challenger. And you would be…?” he asked in a friendly and warm manner.

Korczak, CNS

“Lieutenant Natasha Ivanov,” the woman reported to Korczak with a warm and friendly grin. “I am so grateful you all were able to bring us… well you will see. But trust me when I say at least part of it was critical to our mission here. We would be quite crippled if you had gotten waylaid coming out here.”

Coming in slightly after the CNS was Felix, dressed in Starfleet Formal, however being new to the Challenger and as yet not setting foot on board, he moved a little to one side where he could lean casually on the wall, and divide his attention between the Challenger visible outside the mess hall window, and watching the crew as they entered.

Captain Rhodes, CO

Dressed formally, which was quite uncommon for the doctor who much preferred the mobility of their standard medical wear, Obiah arrived into the mess hall, studying the exits of the room, along with the people who had begun to congregate within the hall. Catching sight of the newly appointed Commanding Officer, Obiah inclined their head, a notion of respect and acknowledgment to his presence within the room. “Good day, Captain.” They greeted, pausing a moment in order to do so.

Lt. Torrirs
CMO

“Good day, Lieutenant Torrirs. It’s good to see the Challenger made it out here.” Felix answered with a nod and a grin in return at the Chief Medical Officer, although making no movement to refrain from leaning against the wall. That small action, the use of the Trill Officers name serving to show that he was a Captain who had done his homework on his crew.

Lt. Gordon limped into the ball room dressed in his formal attire. He looked around the room and, saw a couple of the senior staff, walked/limped over to them. He took noticed of a Captain leaning against a wall, looking out at the challenger. He knew that a new captain was coming on board and put two and two together. He decided to approach the Captain.

“Greetings Captain.” Gordon stated as he approached. “Lt. John Gordon, Chief Engineer of the Challenger.”

Felix moved his attention from the CMO to the Chief Engineer, noting that even without the introduction the limp and scars on his face would have indicated that the man was, from his file, the ships Chief Engineer. “Lieutenant Gordon” he nodded in return, still with the same smile he had offered Torrirs, “welcome to the station. I trust that rather soon, you all shall have the answers to the question that seems to have been on every bodies mind on this trip.”

Cadet Starr arrived glancing around the room. This was the first time he had to pull out his formal cadet wear, and he was also checking exits. He was concerned about the device they had all gathered here to obviously talk about, and he looked around the room, nodding to people he recognised on the ship, and noticing a few people he didn’t recognise. He walked over to the replicator and picked up some cold water, then found a place to sit and kept an eye on that box that he hadn’t trusted from the moment he was told about it.

Cadet Simon Starr, Security

Korczak made his way to the Cadet and stood off to the side from where he was seated. “Hello, Cadet. I trust you find everything in order?” he asked in his oddly accented fashion. “Tell me… what do you think may be the object we are transporting? I know there was some… issue… with examining it on board.”

Korczak, CNS

“Hi sir, everything is fine so far, apart from that object” Starr began. “I don’t like it, I’m in security and it’s my job to know things, I mean, as it’s from Starfleet, I’m hoping it’s nothing dangerous. It goes against all the training I had at the academy though,” he reflected “I also am aware of the issues that science and engineering had with this thing.” he finished, glancing over at the mysterious object with a suspicious eye once more.

Cadet Simon Starr, Security

Korczak smiled and said “Glad to hear it, Cadet. You have done well with your time on the Challenger. I hope you continue to show such ability once you are in the Fleet proper. Excuse me, if you will.” Korczak said and moved over to the Captain and took a spot on the wall near him.

About then the station commander had rolled in with his bright white jacket stretched far too tightly against his girth. Jackson looked more akin to Santa Claus than a seasoned military veteran, having a jovial air about him. After having walked to the front of the room he looked at the box and ran his finger over the material, laughing to himself. “That old dog. Say what you will about the man he sure knows how to treat cadets…”

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OOC: Minor correction

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-Gordon, CE

“Well now, this should get interesting” Felix said, and turned himself around to take more notice of the proceedings and noting those who had arrived. “How about you take your seats with your Cadets, and lets see what the man has to say for himself.”

Captain Rhodes, CO

Korczak stood near but away from the Captain, looking out over the crowd as they began to assemble. “Captain.” was all the bespectacled and plain looking man said, but there was a slight smile and nod of greeting.

Korczak, CNS

Nijix walked in. She wore the traditional starfleet uniform for official occasions, the shape tailored to give her a snug fit and give her more mobility. She could never tolerate dresses as their open bottom felt unnatural whenever they entangled around her legs. It didn’t help she became self aware that one wrong move might result in negative aftermath.

Her eyes studied the others interacting. Their body language and expression revealed a lot as she continued inward, finally finding her seat. When Jackson arrived, it was difficult not to shoot a unpleased glare in his direction. Still what was done, was done. Casually she found her place before anything else. She had been mostly on her feet, the minor break allowed her to sooth her stomach butterflies and collect herself for presentation. She could retain this air of confidence until her nerves settled down.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS