Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Side Sim - The Envelope, Please. - (Tag ALL Crew)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - The Envelope, Please. - (Tag ALL Crew)
Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Side Sim - The Envelope, Please. - (Tag ALL Crew)
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The sound of a Boatswain whistle sounded throughout the Manhattan, followed by the Captain’s voice.
=/\= Crew and residents of the USS Manhattan, this is your Captain speaking.=/\= There was a pause for a moment, and then Cochrane continued. =/\= Well… we’ve certainly had a time of it over the past few weeks. But I am happy to report that we all made it through with flying colors. I want to thank all you for your diligence and professionalism while we sorted out some… well… let’s just say that the Manhattan will be doing its own dirty laundry from now on, not anyone else’s. So, to celebrate and commemorate that fact, we will be having a party. Ship wide. That will follow a very special awards ceremony in the new arboretum at 1900 hours this evening. Dress uniforms for all officers and enlisted. Civilian dress is formal black tie. As we cannot fit everyone on board in such a space, the ceremony will be broadcast throughout the ship. The after-party will be held in the lounge, Officer’s Mess, and Cargo bay. Attendance at the awards ceremony is mandatory for all Department Heads and Officers. Viewing is mandatory for all others. Thank you, and I look forward to seeing everyone dressed up tonight. Cochrane out. =/\=
At 1830, Cochrane arrived in the arboretum. It had been staged according to his directions. A stage had been set up in the center of the space, on which stood a single podium. He inspected the risers and then he looked around for any of his crew.
OOC: This is the new garden for everyone’s reference: https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf1/manhattan/posts/116416/
His comment left her wondering, and Raye moved around the garden more curious than before. With dress uniforms and black tie attire the mandate, she doubted it was simply a social gathering.
The fact he’d not used her first name was a bit of a sting. But she had called him Captain. Signing mentality she went in search of a drink.
Finally having changed Into something casually formal in the form of some tight fitting trousers, light blue shirt and no tie Luke entered arboretum. He had yet to pay a visit here and looking around he made a note to come back, behind the hustle and bustle of everyone who ha already arrived there was beauty to the setting. He made his way over to where drinks where being given out and took one for himself.
- Luke Wyatt
Cochrane spied the Security Chief and turned and looked at him. The Captain was in full Dress uniform… complete with medals. He slowly walked over to Wyatt and looked him up and down slowly. “Comfortable, Mr. Wyatt?” was all he asked.
Luke sighed, “Not particularly sir no” He looked the Captains attire up and down and then his own, “It would seem I miss read the invitation, treats me right for taking extra shifts and working late I’m extra curricular Security projects, I can return once appropriately dressed if you want sir.” This one was entirely his fault.
Cochrane leaned in and said softly “Delegation is an art, but a necessary one for those in charge, Lieutenant. If your extra shifts and working late hamper your abilities outside your department; then perhaps you might consider trying to let your teams do their jobs without your constant presence. Just… something to ponder while you go change and get back here within the next ten minutes.” And he steeped back and nodded slightly in the direction of the door, but he did give the man a slight grin.
While not technically a part of the crew, she was for the time being. And besides, she was curious what Cochrane had planned as a way to sort out the mess that was her daughter’s status on the ship. So, in a freshly replicated dress uniform and sans any of her own medals (because she certainly hadn’t expected to need them on hand here), Shara stepped into the spare space, not sure what to expect from this garden project.
And… this was not it. As Shara took a few more steps in, her jaw actually dropped slightly. This was something else entirely. She immediately understood it, and its logic. She could see the tiny imprints of her and Faye’s colony life scattered like little jewels. It was humbling and beautiful.
Her expression lighter than she had shown to date and just a tiny bit awed, Shara moved up the path through the main garden to where things had been set up on the more open space area. She didn’t approach Cochrane, seeing that he was talking with Wyatt, but she hung back, opting to let her presence be known.
~Commander Shara Calloway
They had been far enough back to not see Faye’s mother enter the arboretum. Coming up to the door, Pretha smiled at Faye once more. “You’ve got this. And you’ve got me. So try and enjoy yourself a little bit. I’ve got your back.”
There was hesitation from Faye as they approached, but she wasn’t sure exactly what form the resistance was taking.
She waited till Faye was ready before stepping up to activate the door.
Taking a deep breath, and knowing that one way or another that her role on this ship would be out in the open, Faye nodded and stepped in the garden with Pretha.
She had worked many hours in this space, so it was hardly new to her. But as Faye looked around the completed garden (though it would always be a work in progress), she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. This was as much a promise as her uniform was, though it came from a different angle.
As they stood on the stone path that went around the whole space, Faye pointed out the orchard to the right and the experimental bed to the left. Before them was a large garden with something of a forest-type space on the left and a more open space to the right. “Come on, this way,” she said, leading Pretha across the main path to the loop that would take them to where Cochrane was likely set-up. They would pass under an arbour at one point, and the soft scent of sweet flowers made Faye breathe deeply and relax.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
- Lt Luke Wyatt
Cochrane saw Faye and Pretha and smiled at them and began walking their direction. He was striking in his Dress uniform, and as he walked over he nodded to some early arrivals and shook a hand or two. As he approached, keen eyes could see the awards on his chest; on top of which sat the Karagite Order of Heroism and the Starfleet Citation for Conspicuous Gallantry.
He smiled and held out a hand to them. “Lieutenants, how are you this evening?”
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