Posted July 19, 2022, 1:20 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Surda (Security Chief / RTF Commander) (Leonora V)
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in The tale of the USS Celeste - Combat Information Centre - Mission Start
06:00 hours and the CIC was quiet. Captain Cobb’s shift wasn’t scheduled for another two hours, but since leaving the starbase the previous evening, the old man had been finding difficulty with restful sleep. Lt MacReady was dismissed with a nod, the younger man moving quickly from centre seat to helm, fingers dancing across controls as if he had been at this station all night.
The Combat Information Centre, nestled at the very heart of the Leviathan on deck 23, was considered by Cobb to be superior to a traditional bridge. Viewscreen, departmental stations and command seating were all present. But what made this area so unique was the ring of sensor stations positioned between the command seating on its raised plaform and the horseshoe configuration of tactical, ops and helm. Here, each station contributed to a huge central holoprojection that offered a 3-dimensional view of localised space.Currently, that projection detailed the Tellun star system, the Leviathan making steady progress through on its way to the Briar Patch. At 17:00 hours the previous evening, Admiral Roebuck had ordered the Leviathan to the Kessik star system, on the outskirts of the Beta quadrant, to rendevous with the USS Celeste. More details would follow, or so Roebuck promised, but for now all they knew was that the Celeste was another ARU vessel and that it carried a very important, and very dangerous, anomaly on its containment deck.
“Who do I have to promote to get a decent coffee around here?” Cobb called out to no-one in particular. Seconds later and a grinning MacReady was handing him a large, steaming mug.
“Espresso raktajino, Captain,” the helmsman added with a wink. “An old recipe from Commander Nakuto.”Silence resumed as the captain gulped the treacle-like coffee, machines and consoles all aorund them chirping like morning birdsong. Then at that threshold where silence began to shift from peaceful to oppresive, Zachariah cleared his throat and called out, “All stations. Report.”
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
OOC: This is really just an intro post to kick everything off, so everyone is welcome to join in if they wish. Just find an empty seat in the CIC and a reason for being there and we can get down to some anomaly-chasing at last!
Surda saluted Cobb with her own mug as she slid in front of the RTF console, dismissing the NEJO with a “Thank you Lieutenant.” She spared a moment to check the readouts, then checked security reports on her PADD. “Containment is green across the board.” She sighed as she read her newest report. “The cult of Dave reserved the Jeffries tube behind Sickbay for their initiation, but they submitted the appropriate forms this time, so I suppose that’s happening.” Ah, the right to religion made her job hell.
-Surda, CoS/RTF CO
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