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Cobb’s office

Posted Feb. 28, 2021, 12:53 p.m. by Civilian Genesis (Gen) McCallister (Anomalous Individual) (Calé Reilly)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Cobb’s office

Posted by Civilian Genesis (Gen) McCallister (Anomalous Individual) in Cobb’s office
While it was true that kids often don’t always understand the concept of personal space and that the world isn’t their playground. Of course it depends entirely on the child and when you happen to be one that walks and doors don’t really matter to you tend to think of everywhere as your playground.

While the ship floated in the calm of space and the commotion of the ships newest crew member began It was into the peace of Cobb’s office that the young anomaly chose to appear. One moment there was empty space beside his char the next she stood, eyes faintly glowing.

The girl considered the older man and reached out a hand to his elbow. Silently.

Gen

To state things politely, it had been one hell of a morning. Accustomed already to encountering all manner of eldritch nightmares in the corridors of the Leviathan, it seemed as if the gods still were unsatisfied and decided to up the ante. And sent him a bloody Breen!
He could have forgiven them had he been allowed to kill the damned thing. For surely release was to be found in tearing such a monstrosity apart, limb by limb? But even that was too easy a penance for Zachariah Cobb. No. He was expected to work with it. Take it into his crew. Allow it full access to the Leviathan’s weapons, both mechanical and humanoid. Why, it was enough to send him to an early grave!

But now, at least, he was safe. Here in his ready room, doors locked, calls re-routed to the CIC, a tall and nourishing glass of whiskey at his left hand, the remnants of the bottle at his right, Zachariah Cobb sunk into his comfiest chair, leaned back, and closed his eyes…

“BY THE GODS…!!!”

The chair was propelled backwards, stopping only when it reached the wall. Somehow, both the glass and the bottle remained upright (small mercies) but the same could not be said for the captain, who now found himself half collapsed, half cowering, beneath the unfortunately transparent desk. Daring to cast an eye upwards, he was prepared for the horror of that insect-like armour, the hiss of that computerised voice and the slam of a fist as it connected with his stooped and pathetic head.

Instead he saw…reddish-brown hair, a cute button nose, glowing amber eyes…

“Gen?” he croaked, moving quickly to his knees and acting out a deliberate search. “Ah, I was just…well…just dropped a pen, is all.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

The girl didn’t seem taken aback by his reaction. In fact it was almost as if she had anticipated them. Instead she crouched down by the captain and said quietly in the imploring tone only a child seemed to have mastered. “You hate him. But you don’t know him…he scares you and makes you angry. I don’t understand.”

Gen


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