Posted Sept. 30, 2020, 7:38 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander John McHarrie (Medical (Consultant Researcher - Abell)) (Jim Watkin)
Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
<snip>Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻OOC: This is open to anyone on Intel or S31. Or anyone who wants to assist. This is an Intel focused story though, just FYI. For timeline purposes this happens OUTSIDE of Sam’s thread.
“Delicacy? That’s just application of a smaller hammer, sir” the Tellarite said as he settled back to drink his own coffee. The anger he felt evaporating to be replaced buy curiosity and the comforting presence of his companions.
Bog
There was someone else in the room at this point, and it wasn’t Casela anymore. It was someone who until now hadn’t been needed on this ship. A side of herself that had been buried when she’d been sent to Triton. The person shadow man really wanted. “Yes Mr. Bog, delicacy. And if it is a smaller hammer you are like to compare it to, it would be a small jeweler’s hammer, and nothing of greater substance.” While they had been talking, she’d moved, silently without them noticing to the window and was casually leaning up against the bulk head by the window. Her posture was relaxed, but there was a look in her eye that…reflected the rumors about her. “Mr. Bog, is Valkyrja ready to fly? We’re going to need her. If not, how long do you need?”
Cobb raised his head and blinked at Lt Synthi-er. Here was someone he had not seen for a while. A someone whom he had first awoken to when sleeping off a bottle of whiskey in his shiny new bridge chair. A someone who had then proceeded to chastise him thoroughly for his slovenly ways…and in doing so had caused the Leviathan’s new commanding officer to clean up his act. Relatively speaking, at any rate.
Icarus stepped through the door and stopped short at seeing the others gathered. His eyes went from Bog to Syn-thier and finally rested on Cobb. He sniffed at the air and scowled at the scent of over-cooked bacon. “Captain?”
Remington (CIO)
“Mr Remington,” Zachariah greeted his Intelligence Chief, in truth relieved for a temporary distraction from the increasingly confident (and with that, increasingly intimidating) Casela. “Thank you for joining us. Please, take a seat. We’re just waiting for Commanders Raauhl and McHarrie to join us and then Lt Synthi-er will begin the briefing.”
A moment of silence followed, in which the captain once more became aware of that unique, unmistakable, eye-watering scent.
“Ah, Mr Bog,” he called out, “another coffee for Lt Remington, perhaps?”Casela met his gaze with a slightly raised brow. When he had left her office they’d come to some kind of mutual respect for each other’s skills and abilities. Now they were about to find out if they had both made the right decision. As he turned to the captain she stared at the door, waiting, seemingly bored, for the other officers to arrive.
Lt. Synthi-er“ Then a jewelers hammerIt is. Setting back and scratching his beard, “ I would like a month of testing to be sure, but she is bach together, except the paint.” Bog was both enthusiastic as well as hesitant to see how his work held up to Casela. “Give me an hour to put on the ablative and low emissive coating.”
BogAs soon as he had been summoned, McHarrie had sent a message advising he would be there as soon as he had shut down the work he was doing.
The thirty minutes since he sent the message seemed like forever to everyone except John who rang the chime the second he was outside the ready room door…
-McHarrie
“Co…” Zachariah began to reply when immediately he was cut off…
Seemingly bored she barked out, “ENTER.” Not her office, not her ship, not her place, and she didn’t give the hind end of a Veltaric worm. They were wasting time. She respected the care McHarrie took to keep the ship and crew safe from whatever he was working on, but it held them up, slightly. What really set her off though, was it was only McHarrie at the door. “Well Cobb, it seems at least some of the crew knows how to answer when summoned,” alluding to someone who hadn’t showed yet. Her tone didn’t change, her posture relaxed, but a single glance at Cobb, and only he would see, how easily that armor slipped right back into place.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNSHad this been their usual breakfast meeting then Casela’s irreverence to protocol would have bothered him not one jot. But to undermine him here, before other members of his crew…
Having heard the Counsellor’s voice granting him access, John couldn’t help but wonder if she had assumed command.
“I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” John said when the doors parted, “I was summoned by Captain Cobb to his Ready Room.”
He waited outside the threshold for the Captain to invite him in so as to re-establish who was in authority…
“Lt Synthi-er. Now look here…” Cobb began to correct her, then fell silent on a breath. For in that moment he saw what she had truly become. Beneath the primally-forged armor lay a soul in pure, unendurable torment.
“Aye,” he nodded, exchanging with her a single, understanding glance. Then swiftly turned eyes to McHarrie. “Come in, Commander, please take a seat.”
“Thank you, sir,” McHarrie replied as he entered. The door hissed shut behind him
She was right on one count though. Where the bloody hell was his charmer of a First Officer?
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
With tongue planted firmly in cheek, Icarus grinned at the counselor and offered, “Perhaps the commander is doing some ‘therapy’ elsewhere on the ship and his comm badge is buried deep inside a junior counselor?”
Remington (CIO)
“Or someone else,” John quipped with a grin that was inappropriately lighthearted, “I’m sure that whatever his reason for not arriving is clearly important.”
-McHarrie
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