Posted Dec. 1, 2020, 3:33 p.m. by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) (Sharon Miller)
Posted by Ensign Hawkeye Logan (Medical Officer) in Reporting in
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Reporting in
Posted by Ensign Hawkeye Logan (Medical Officer) in Reporting in
As Mr. Logan starts on board and goes to the captain’s ready room. He then chimes the chime and waits for an answer.Ensign Hawkeye Logan
At the precise moment that Logan activated the captain’s doorchime, it was ten-thirty five in the morning. Casela had been and gone for their daily breakfast meeting (well stocked by the wonderful Quinn with a huge platter of bacon, eggs, sausage and pancakes), Cobb had polished off his third Irish coffee and had just found a comfortable spot on the long window seat to stretch out and perhaps catch forty winks.
The doorchime quickly saw off that idea. From outside the door, were Hawkeye listening closely then he might hear a roar, followed by a mutter of, “Who the bloody hell is this at such a time, eh?” But as the door swung open, he would find his new captain already on his feet and hastily straightening his tunic, silver hair and beard smoothed reasonably back into place.
“Ah, erm…” Cobb peered into the young man’s face as the spark of recognition failed to ignite. Then, his eyes falling to the single collar pip, he added, “What can I do for you, Ensign?”
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
Ensign asks “Permission to come in sir” while he hands the captain the padd.
Ensign Hawkeye Logan
Cobb eyed the ensign curiously for a moment, then with a shrug replied, “Door’s open, isn’t it? Make yourself at home.”
Before him, the captain’s desk lay buried beneath a pile of breakfast plates, most now empty but a few bearing the odd leftover sausage, strip of bacon or a solitary pancake. With a nod, Zachariah gestured towards the food. “You hungry, lad? Help yourself if you haven’t eaten yet. My yeoman makes the best full English known to man, let me tell you.”
Still aching from his own feast, Cobb refilled his coffee and settled into his chair, then extended a leg and kicked out a vacant seat on the other side of the desk for his guest to sit down. While he waited for Logan to load up with breakfast if he chose to, the captain turned his attention to the PADD and began to read, before placing the thing to one side and fixing Hawkeye with an inquisitive glare.
“Your transfer notes are all in order. Your service record is fine. Standard stuff, really. But since I’m assuming you’ve been briefed already by ARU command then you’ll know the Leviathan is anything but standard.”
Reclining back into his seat, Cobb steepled fingers under his chin as he considered how best to proceed, before allowing a mischievous smile to spread across his lips.
“Hawkeye,” he mused, “that’s an interesting name. What’s the story behind it, eh?”
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