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Pre Sim - Vorraye meets the Captain

Posted May 6, 2019, 1:53 p.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Pre Sim - Vorraye meets the Captain

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre Sim - Vorraye meets the Captain

Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Pre Sim - Vorraye meets the Captain
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Vorraye laughed a bit. “I can assure you I do not see ‘Bub’ or ‘Jerk’ coming out of my mouth. But Alex suits you. Raye is about all anyone calls me.” She moved to where the boxes were and glanced up at him, her head tilted slightly as she looked at him curiously. “Would you like some help unpacking? I’ll unwrap, you decorate?” She nodded to the box beside her without touching anything yet.

With a wink, she added, “Though as I look… ‘hey you’ may work on occasion as well. What do you think? Suggestions to holler my way?” She was teasing him but making it light hearted enough to not offend.

Vorraye
Diplomat

Cochrane remained seated, but smiled as he shook his head. “No, I can manage the unpacking. I appreciate the offer, though. As for you? I will instruct my crew to refer to you as Ms. Anders, as you are a civilian. In formal occasion, we could do the ‘Diplomat Anders’, if you like. But informally, if you like Raye, Raye it is. I’ll try to steer away from the ‘Hey you’. Might give people the wrong impression.” he added with a chuckle.

Cochrane, CO

Vorraye smiled. “Raye is fine, Sir. And I wouldn’t want anyone getting wrong ideas.” She moved to sit across from him. “Is there anything in particular you desire of me when I am here? I know contacts are a pretty cut and dried, but anything you want in between times?”

She was glad he wasn’t one who treated her like a stuffed shirt pariah. She’d been with Captains, and Admirals, who thought she was either worthless window dressing, or a beck and call slave for everything they wanted done shy of fetching their caf drinks.

Raye
Diplomat

“Yes, there is. I’m glad you asked. We will be meeting with new races, that is pretty much a given. As the Chief Diplomatic Official on board, I would like you to prepare a debriefing for all Senior Staff once contact has been established and our preliminary dealings are done. Whatever you can glean from our interactions… cultural cues, predispositions, customs… anything that we can look back on as a kind of ‘primer’ for dealing with specific races. Also, I want you to try and get an opinion of the race from other species as well. All of this I want you to maintain in database. I would recommend coordinating with the Science and Engineering sections for this. We want to compile a full profile on everyone we meet. But here’s the catch. We need to keep that information locked down. I don’t want anyone other than yourself and the Senior Staff to have access. Any exception will have to go through me. Does that sound reasonable to you, Raye?”

Cochrane, CO

Vorraye was relieved, actually, at being given an actual assignment. “I can do that. I will start with the species we know. Greetings, attire, and the appropriate notes with the knowledge already in the databases about each race. I can flag necessary readings for Senior Staff, if you wish. Basic greetings and immediate insults. And every new species will receive the same attention as well as Fleet Assessment reports as I receive them back. Is that what you were thinking?” She then remembered he wanted certain things locked down.

“And I can add the notes and pertinent information to be accessible by Senior staff only. The usual Fleet intel is available to anyone looking it up, of course. We can set the files in batches so if necessary, certain files like ‘greetings’, ‘appropriate attire’ and ‘insults’ can be made available to others without having to redact anything sensitive.” She realized there will be times the whole ship will need to be aware of certain protocols. But when not necessary, it could often be misconstrued and misinterpreted.

Raye
Civi

“Perfect. That is exactly what I was hoping for. And going forward, please note that you are considered Senior Staff. I don’t want anyone thinking that simply because you are not Star Fleet that you don’t hold a position of some authority on board the Manhattan.”

Cochrane, CO

Raye was glad she had understood the Captain’s desires about the database. And his comment about her being Senior Staff made her smile. “Thank you, sir. Having that access and ability will certainly make things easier.” Then something else came to mind. “And if you wish to inform the crew, or those of your choosing, that I’m not full Betazed, and therefore can’t read minds, I don’t mind, Sir. Or if you prefer to simply keep it to yourself, though I believe it’s in my public record for anyone who actually looks, that’s fine as well. I just want to reassure you that I can’t read your mind. So your thoughts are safe.” She laughed lightly, “Well, as safe as they can be from anyone who can read body language, anyway.”

Her inability read minds had helped her hone her people reading skills to a much higher degree than most. She was no expert, but most emotions were pretty easy to ferret out if you knew what to look for.

Raye

Cochrane shrugged slightly, dismissing the concern. “I didn’t inform the crew that the half-Deltan member on my previous posting did not have the pheromone capabilities of their Deltan parent. I don’t see why this should be any different. And if anyone has concerns that that the multiple telepathic members of this crew are prying into their thoughts, then they can file a complaint with me and we will investigate. I see no issue arising from your heritage.”

Cochrane, CO

The polite, professional smile on the red head’s face turned into a genuine one. “I think that probably the best thing anyone has said during my check in.” She inclined her head in gratitude. “Thank you.”

“I’m definitely looking forward to serving on the ship and helping in any way I can. I hope you know that you can also come to me for anything. I’m a great listener and excellent secret keeper. And I believe I usually have a bottle or two of something more than acceptable at the ready, should you every just wish to be in the company of a good drink.” She thought for a second before continuing. “We have unique jobs, Captain. We have to represent parties larger than ourselves every time we smile at a view screen or shake a hand. With that sometimes also comes the heavy burden of thoughts, questions and necessity to meet vent or ramble. I am sure the Councilor is more than capable of handling anything thrown at her. But I want you to know that I’m there for things you may want to ramble about outside of official channels.”

The invitation was a genuine one with no undertones of anything off color. Sure, she found him attractive. But inviting him to dinner wasn’t even on her mind… At least, not yet, anyway.

“And the same courtesy extends to you, of course. All of us will have a need at some point or another for a place to vent… or a good drink.” he added with a chuckle. “So do you have anything for me before we adjourn? I know you probably need to get settled, and I am quite certain you know I do as well.” and he laughed.

Cochrane, CO


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