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Cobb and Manhattan and a culinary adventure

Posted Sept. 9, 2020, 10:35 a.m. by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) (Jay Luistro)

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Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Cobb and Manhattan and a culinary adventure
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“I don’t love speaking of myself, Captain. But as you asked me…” he finished the drink with a gulp, trying to keep his spirit inside “I mostly try to get some joy with my beloved weapons… I would do it all day but I mean, the job calls me. If it is not a weapon it is certainly cooking.” He smirked at the old man “Listen, if I may, I am willing to get a small visit on our deck so you can see how we work.” He tried to mislead his figure “There’s the First Squadron in the Holodeck and the Third Squadron is now doing maintenance beside the late time. I want that Starfleet knows we aren’t doing anything bad to our allies.” He giggled. He knew that Casela’s looks meant he needed to do something so he took the occasion to make it happen. As he proposed it, Erve decided it was also time to free from the ‘torture’ the Lieutenant “Lieutenant Casela,” the good Captain called his subordinate “You may go. Have a nice rest.” He smiled at her trying to send her a message: you better enjoy it!

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

He’d said something about training. Something else about weapons. But only one single word had caught the attention of Zachariah Cobb.
“Yes, I shall come visit your deck, Captain,” he murmured almost absent-mindedly, “and good night, Casela.”

Then, a wide smile spreading across his face he added, “You are a man who likes to cook? Well now, it just so happens that I am a man who likes to eat! So what of that, eh? Perhaps we are not so incompatible after all, Manhattan. What is your specialty, if I may ask?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela concealed her relief. They BOTH dismissed her. She nodded, “Good night.” and ignoring the rest of the teams attempts to make her stay she slipped out the doors and was gone before they could change their minds. It was already past midnight and she’d been up since 0530 and she’d be up again at 0530. She made her way down to the counseling deck, checked on Gen, and going into her office and locking the door, she pulled out a cot and promptly fell asleep.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/RTF

“My specialty you ask?” He started walking down the aisle with the Captain following him behind “I guess I don’t really have a specialty, but there are some dishes I appreciated to cook like mexican Tamales and Elotes with a homemade recipe to adapt to my home world ingredients, or if I may offer you sole more american like dishes I can do some pretty decent patties. However my favorite is the Grolanda stew, something of my place. Damn I miss it! If you want a cake I am also good with pastries and sweets.”

Their swift departure from the lounge had taken the captain somewhat by surprise, particularly since a significant measure of his drink still remained. But fortuitous foresight had seen him reach for the glass, and the bottle, at the last moment, bringing them both along for this unknown and unexpected journey.

As they continued to wander the corridors, Manhattan taking the lead and enticing Cobb to follow with vivid descriptions of his favourite dishes, it occurred to Zachariah that perhaps they were heading to the RTF Chief’s own quarters where he might be persuaded to tantalise his commanding officer’s taste buds with more than empty words.

Turning an aisle he opened a door, it was the RTF Briefing room “Well let’s start from this room, but I guess you already know it. But what you don’t know it’s their features like this.” A button on the wall was pressed, immediately automatas turrets came down from the ceiling and all pointed the poor Cobb “Don’t worry, they won’t kill you, I do believe. But they can detach and get into ‘sweep’ mode, turning into hovering drones for short range sweeping operations ahaha!” And indeed he showed their function as they flew all over the place.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

“What the devil???!!!” Cobb roared, diving immediately to the floor and underneath the large conference table, in an attempt to take cover from this unexpected onslaught! Oh, but he should have known better than to trust Captain Manhattan! The one man on the ship who would benefit most from seeing its commanding officer reduced to a pile of dust!
“Just what the hell are you trying to do, eh? Manhattan?” he yelled from underneath the table, the bottle of whiskey clutched to his chest like a priceless heirloom that must be protected at all costs.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

OOC: Bump

What a girl… the other Captain thought “Come on! It is not yet ended. Look, what about a round in our mess hall? I can prepare something, I issued a standard kitchen. Not too fancy but still able to cook stuff. This way you can try some of my dishes and avoid being… swept” he offered his hand I wonder what are his tastes… well I mean, whiskey and alcohol of course!

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

Why, Manhattan’s behaviour was a brand of unpredictable too far even for Cobb! One minute he was attempting to take out his own captain and the next, he was offering to cook dinner? Zachariah began to suspect that this was a man who lived life on the knife’s edge and that too far a push from any direction could prove disastrous for anyone in his wake.

Crawling out and back onto his feet, the Leviathan’s disheveled Commanding Officer nodded carefully to the RTF Chief. “Aye…aye, a round would be good. Lead the way please.”

And with that, he stepped back and waited for Manhattan to enter the corridor first, Cobb immediately behind and with a hand casually resting on the phaser in his pocket.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

“Captain, I thought you were a bit more courageous than that.” The man turned behind as they stepped for the aisle giggling all around. RTF Agents would look them from bottom to top and question whether the Captains’ sanity were all good or something in the middle of sanity seizures “Anyway, no need to hold that phaser Captain. I have noticed it, be relaxed! This deck will only kill you if you were an Anomaly. Are you?”

Stopping by another door, Manhattan looked around, almost like he didn’t wanted to put attention on him. Then as he ordered the computer to open the doors a new environment showed up. No more weapons or stuff, just a luxurious and cozy lounge with the kitchen that leant toward the exterior of the ship with first class view on the windows arrays “Nothing special. It is a tiny kitchen. If you may take a seat? What would you love to eat, messier?”

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO


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