Posted Nov. 15, 2018, 5:48 a.m. by Cadet Simon Starr (Security Officer) (Ben Simons)
Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Science Station - Mess Hall - Tag All
Posted by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) in Science Station - Mess Hall - Tag All
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Science Station - Mess Hall - Tag All
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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.
GM Wombat
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
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 precense within the room. “Good day, Captain.” They greeted, pausing a moment in order to do so.
Lt. Torrirs
CMO
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
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