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Main Sim - 1 Week Later - Arrival To The Barrens

Posted Nov. 11, 2021, 9:04 a.m. by Lieutenant Luca Vilyan (Chief Counseling Officer) (Alex Lorien)

Posted by Commodore Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - 1 Week Later - Arrival To The Barrens
A week later the Ark Angel dropped out of warp a few thousand kilometers out of the boundaries of the massive area of space known as The Barrens. For many light years the tracks of thick syrupy like dark-silver nebula spanned before them. Sensors were already having a little trouble piercing the clouds but enough readings came in to pick up a system about 3 light years ahead with signals that matched the distress call of the SS Synthesis.

Drudoc sitting in the CO’s chair observed the view screen. “..Science what do we got on scans?” She asked.

Science in addition to the above could also report that the local area was highly charged with plasma eddies and small scale ion storms nothing the shields couldn’t handle though.

After the report she nodded, and looked over to the security and tactical chief. “..On tactical any scans?” She asked.

From a tactical point there was debris picked up distantly around the region, mostly old wrecks of alien ships, a few of Federation design dating back over the years, and even a smattering of Klingon, Romulan, and Dominion wrecks. But nothing showed up as active or showing signs of life, it seemed they were alone out here for now.

Pondering the report on the wrecks, Drudoc rubbed her chin, she did not want to rush into this, but they had a mission to complete. “..Raise shields, and helm move us into the Barrens to intercept the distress call, XO take us to yellow alert.” She said.

GM CockRoach / Drudoc Andone CO

In one of the Counselling Suites, Luca was sitting in a couch across from a young crewmember who had been discussing about the hard time she was having, specifically regarding he fact that she was never chosen to be made the ‘leader’ of the duty shift by her Chief, despite (as she was claiming) being the “best out of everyone in the department” at her job.

”… is an idiot! I have no idea why…”

Her voice was cut off as yellow alert sounded.

Before Luca could say a word, the crewmember gave a exasperated sign. “This is my time to actually get away from work and this happens!” She shook her head, a very sour look on her face. “This always happens to me! It’s so unfair!”

Secretly, Luca was beginning to get an idea of why she might be being picked to manage her department. He would never have dreamed of saying that to person in a situation like this - with a Yellow Alert being sounded and no time to elaborate on his situation, but he did dare venture as he rose to his feet: “Maybe whatever situation we are in that requires a Yellow Alert is the perfect time for you to shine and to show your Chief why he ought to pick you as a manager of people.” He could see an argument to that forming on his lips so: “I have to report to the Bridge, but we can talk more about this in our next session.” To show he had no intention of discussing anything before than, he had already moved to swipe a PADD so he could run over the mission briefing as he went, and began moving to the door. Social convention dictated that she fall in line with the behaviour ( and did, much to his relief) “We will talk more about this in our next session. Thank you for sharing with me,” he stepped to the door, turning the privacy off and letting the door swoosh open. “Now, go and show your department how good - and professional - you can be.”


Luca took a deep, calming breath as the turblift took him to the bridge. This would be his first time sitting beside the Commodore (it was even his first time sitting in the Chief of Counselling’s chair!) and a dozen caused for anxiety ran through his brain. What if he had nothing to say during this whole venture, and that it was only going to be everyone else who could provide any useful information? Well, in that he did have some things to say on the mission, which he had made some notes, but then: what if what he had to say was … well, trinth-dung?

The Lumerian had no more time for such helpless self questioning when the doors to the bridge swung open and he stepped out, heading towards his chair (his chair!!), giving the Commodore and Lieutenant Commander Diridaa respectful nod before sitting down and tapping at the panel to his side to bring up all the mission information and notes he had made. After double-checking to see if what he had noted down was worthy of mentioning to the CO and XO, Lieutenan Vilyan turned to his right. “Commodore, Commander Dirida; I wanted to raise something,” sound confident, sound professional “If who are in fact hearing is Captain Damdrine and can be sure that the distress signal we are hearing is from someone who is present now - so someone who is not Captain Damdrine” stop stating the obvious!, “then either they have managed to live for over a century, which should be unlikely, or we may be dealing with either an imposter, or the ship who was caught in some kind of time-based anomaly,” he soldiered on quickly to the point bring acutely away that both officers will have gotten to this conclusion without his insight. “Should the latter be the case, it may come as a very real - and expectable - shock, and that is if they believe us at all. They may consider that this is a ploy by some enemy to deceive, so I advise we do everything we can to assure the Synthesis we are who we say we are.” He realised he had said a lot of words but knew he had to carry on to deliver - at least what he thought - was important information. “And even if the Captain believes us and accepts the date we give him, this may lead to a range of responses, with the most obvious being shock, but others could include a sense of displacement that could drastically impact their actions following the news, and even grief as the Captain, and other members of the crew, begin realising that loved ones back home would be deceased.” He gave a short pause. “In any of these situations I believe we must be ready to be met with powerful emotional-driven responses and reactions, and not necessarily professionalism and relief at our arrival.”

His near bit through his tongue as he waited to see if he would be ordered off the bridge for wasting the time of CO and XO with information they had already considered and taken into account or if he would keep the place in his chair.

Lt. Vilyan
CNS


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