Posted April 1, 2021, 11:39 a.m. by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) (Robert Archer)
[snip]
The XO entered the large, empty room and began walking it, eyeing the space and conjuring visuals in his mind. Two minutes later he was joined by a team of five with operations gold pauldrons on their uniforms.
“What’s going on Commander?” one woman asked.
“Lieutenant Carson, correct?” he asked her, and continued when she nodded. “We will have guests in… ” His eyes swept to a chrono on one wall. “Twenty-six minutes.” He gestured to the window-lined wall. “I want a selection of items currently popular among the crew along the windows.” One ensign began tapping on a PADD. “Appetizers, entrees, desserts, with servers to plate there, or to plate and serve at tables - make sure they expect to do either.” His oxygen-darkened eyes turned to the rest of the room as he sucked air across his breathers.
“I want a primary table set here for four, for the captain, myself, our esteemed guest, and a companion. Arrange other tables across the room. UFP banners on the wall at each end of the hall,” he pointed to the ends of the oval-shaped room.
“Questions?” he asked, and the team shook their heads. “Good. You have twenty-four minutes. I will return in fifteen, because someone decided this was a good time for dress uniforms.” One ensign snickered, and stopped when Rhansi leveled his gaze at him. “You, too,” he smirked. “All commissioned officers in this room are to be in dress uniforms.”
He turned and left, the young lieutenant already giving orders to her team.
When he returned, promptly, fifteen minutes later the tables were already set up and the lieutenant was sampling the first set of dishes. She nodded after tasting one, and staff from the galley laid out serving trays of that item on the table beneath the windows. Another crew from the galley came in just then pushing a new cart.
The Federation were quite diplomatically efficient, he’d give them that.
“Please make sure we have dishes from at least the four founding planets of the Federation,” he added as he approached. “And Romulus. Make sure that your staff are prepared to make extras as we need them,” he told the kitchen crew. “Non-alcoholic beverages available, as well as syntheholic variants of beverages from those worlds.”
Nivor watched the crew continue the setup, and satisfied tapped his combadge. =^= Rhansi to Andone. The Diplomatic Hall will be ready when our guests arrive. =^=
XO Rhansi
=/\= Understood Commander, I’ll be down shortly. =/\= Drudoc said.
Drudoc Andone CO
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