Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted Jan. 20, 2022, 11 p.m. by Lieutenant Celina Creed (Chief Tactical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim
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It was hour three of a status report update with the principle officers** of the Manhattan. Taking place in the main briefing room all eight places were taken up plus a few extra chairs brought in for it. This was unusual. Typically this was done monthly with the senior crew and was quite brief. Thanks perhaps to bureaucracy it was deemed helpful to have everyone present and to have a long presentation of Federation news highlights so that the officers would feel closer to home than they were. Interesting perhaps to start, it went long. Outside they were stationary, hovering not too far from a system with an orange-yellow star and several planets - one of which might be able to be terraformed for habitation. Science and astrometrics were scanning as the meeting progressed.

Additionally, accompanied with this status report update where the ship and departments would give a briefing of their activities and goals for the new year was a trio of counselors who were conducting a group assessment of ‘officer dynamics’. As the Manhattan was in effect, so distant, Fleet determined that this would be a way to dynamically assess morale, realistic goals and interpersonal communication. In short, it was to the more cynical crew a group counseling session. To others it was a long meeting. To others, perhaps, the snacks were plentiful and good.

Breaks were frequent as well. At the moment Commodore Leilani Kahale had called a break where, when they convened, she would hear goals from science and engineering. Overall it has been long, dull and with little sign of it ending .. the audio was also muted on both sides.


** When I say principle officers I mean essentially all the crew on the roster who has a rank just to, you know, cluster everyone in one place so when a bomb goes off I get everyon .. er, yeah never mind that part .. ahhhh .. consider this a ‘oh wait, a sim starting?! post’ and for people to make a responsive post before …

Cochrane looked and listened attentively until the precise moment the Commodore called a break and the comm showed the brass all those billions of kilometers away had left their conference room, at which point he threw his head back and said to no one in particular “Three weeks leave on Delta V for anyone who cares enough to shoot me in the face. Just bring me the PaDD with the order on it and make sure your phaser is set to ‘End this excruciating existence’.”

Cochrane, CO

OOC: fixing a split. ~ Kate

Celina got up and moved around the room stretching her legs. Feeling her personal communicator go off in her pocket she pulled it out. The first smile of the day spread across her face. The room was way too crowded to take a call but they could send messages.
Rapidly she typed You shouldn’t contact me like this. My husband would freak out. Leaning against the wall she crossed her ankles and waited seeing the three dots moving indicating a response was coming.

Your husband is an idiot if he left you there all alone. What are you wearing? ;) The response elicited a chuckle from Celina as she rapidly sent back a reply biting her lip. Moments like this with Jack made the distance seem far less. He had only been gone a few days but the lonely housewife and milkman role play spiced up the time they were apart.

Black skirt, boots, and that oh so sexy tunic shirt with the pips on my collar. You know the one. she typed back stifling a half-laugh with the back of her hand and a cough reading his response. Life rarely worked out the way you wanted but adapt, overcome, and carry on was the Creed’s motto. The situation right now was temporary and Celina could sit around and cry or make the best of it. The best of it turned out to be channeling her inner teenager and texting Jack whenever she got the chance. Letting the room blur into white noise, she continued talking to him as long as the break would allow.

Celina Creed

Shedda rolled her shoulders and then arched and twisted her back from one side to the other. The next part of the meeting should at least be interesting, to her anyway. There was a lot going on science wise in the area and on the Manhattan specifically. But after the science update it would be another test of mental endurance of never-ending hours of ‘meetings.’ Shedda looked up rubbing a crick out of her neck, “Cpt I’ll take you up on that, but instead of 3 weeks on Delta V, you take a matching phaser we count to three and both shoot.” Mal’athar pushed her chair back, where she was on Cochrane’s right and hissed as blood flow shot through her legs and returned feeling to her lower extremities. Had they really been sitting there that long that her feet went numb?

Mal’athar, XO

Jasmine moved immediately to the snack table pulling Max’s arm along with her. She ignored his questions until she arrived. “Here hold this,” she handed him two plates and began stacking it with the largest items on the table available until it looked like a plate at a buffet and not a light refreshment.

“Okey, Honey.” Max’s voice had that tone where a guy was doing as he’s told but not sure why, or how complicit he was going to be when they were caught. Then, he frowned slightly looking at the food. “Are you trying to tell me something? You, didn’t like my cheese on toast for breakfast or you’re eating for two?” Watching as she kept stacking the plate, he changed the last word. “Three?”

“I am teaching you an old medical school conference trick I learned for Lauren. See,” Jasmine licked her thumb and then picked up two more deviled eggs placing one on Max’s plate as she started to fill up a plate of her own, “at those medical conventions there are pharma representatives. All they want to do is talk and sell you stuff. So you fill up a plate and if they try to corner you in a conversation you take a huge bite of something. This prevents you from replying.”

“Right, but I don’t see..”

“To answer why we need this is simple.” Motioning her head to the trio of new counselors in the room. “We do not want to get caught up in the happy patrol. Think of them as big pharma reps. If you are eating you aren’t talking and if you are eating it’s not rude to just nod so chew slowly and save the big things like the eggs for when they look like they are going to approach. Got it?”

It was not that Jasmine hated counselors or even disliked them. All the ones on the Manny were super helpful and easy to talk to but the trio of team builders, Jasmine found suspect. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Okay baby, stop for a minute.” Max pulled the plates away from her reach slightly. “Think about it, I’m an Engineer, when have you ever seen me chew slowly?”

Max thought for a moment and then looked at the three counselors, then pushed the plates back towards Jasmine. “I chew fast, so keep piling it up baby, stack it high. Gimme another one of them eggs, Engineers need deviled eggs.”

Max Wynter, CE

If this gathering was awkward for others, it was especially awkward for their new counsellor, who, in addition to being new to the ship, was also a civilian and still trying to find her place amongst the crew. Sair was trying her best to stay focused on what was happening, but her mind would drift now and again to her son and mother, wondering what they were up to. This was a big transition period for her and Koro and she was glad her mother made the trip. As she got up to grab a cup of tea and something to eat she debated whether she should check in on them, the battle claiming her thoughts entirely. No one won that one.

OOC: Absolutely LOVE the replies here folks!

All too soon the break ended and they could see the small tight knit group filing in all those light years distant, though by their look it was almost as though it would take years to get through whatever agenda they had planned. Those who had been tagged as ‘counselors’ were seated off to the side, almost like a game show panel of judges, and looking equally so. The other four slowly took their seats before the screen focused more upon the Commodore who was to start the session off.

When all was ready and the crew had taken their places the mutes were lifted. “Let us begin ..” was all that was heard before alert claxons sounded and a rushed announcement came over the comms =^= Brace for im .. =^=

In the midst of that the ship lurched drunkenly as a rowboat caught by a single wave that came and went leaving it bobbing on the sea. Those in the room were not thrown anywhere but felt more like someone bumping into them – if all in the same sidelong direction. The greatest tragedy would have been Max missing his mouth with fingers full of deviled egg, or Celina’s PaDD sliding along the table close to the XO, perhaps revealing an all too personal message.

Over top of that the computer voice came over the claxon saying =^= Proximity alert! Warning. Proximity alert! =^= Those near the viewscreen would see a large asteroid virtually the size of the Manhattan slowly tumbling by them, albeit within meters of the ship. Beyond that, a large red sun shone dully in the nearby system.

What was more, the transmission was cut (which, in all consideration, may have been the best part of the day). Two other things stood out. After some moments of nausea from the wave, everyone present had a touch of a headache. The other thing was that the food that was out was a black, mouldering, stinking mess.
- Wookiee

Celina’s precariously perched position against the wall gave her little chance of bracing for the impact of the asteroid on the ship. In fact, if she had been standing on one leg, she probably would have fared better. As the ship rocked, Celina pitched with it. As with all things there were good points and bad points to every situation. The good point was Ensign Kramer had been standing slightly next to her when the ship listed not so lazily to the left. The crossed ankles made Celina more of a rolling pin than a human. Tumbling into Ensign Kramer he performed the stop short maneuver employed by many o’ man in moving vehicles for centuries. Throwing out his hands he caught Celina in the one asset area no man would ever touch if he still wanted to retain his hands. Jack was Persian and fully believed in hand for a hand and eye for an eye payback of Mr. Hamurabi’s code. Knowing this, fear spread on Kramer’s face as he looked down at what he was now holding to stop Celina from falling. Celina wore an equally stunned expression as she looked down and then up at Kramer with her mouth opening slightly.

“Don’t tell Jack,” Kramer yelped; however instead of simply removing his hands from Celina’s ample assets, he pushed her back as if she were across the room when this nightmare stopped the event never happened.

The second shift of momentum threw her into Max’s back again breaking her fall with her back impacting his. Her personal communicator however now slid out of her hands and across the floor directly at the XO.

Shedda returned to her seat giving her neck and shoulders one final roll before resuming her seat. She was scrolling through the upcoming agenda for this session when the warning came across the comms. Mal’athar glanced up sharply at the first alert and then was gently bumped against her chair. Well that was anti-climatic Mal’athar grabbed the small PaDD, unsure of who it belonged to, glanced down hoping the screen was labelled with the owner. She gave a mental cough. That was not anything she needed to see. She turned the screen off. They’d been on break so not her concern, she hoped it hadn’t been during the meeting. Then it would be a problem and that was one she didn’t particularly want to engage in; they all had family they missed and you did what you could to make it a little less unbearable. “Lt Creed,” Shedda leaned over passing the PaDD back as if nothing was amiss until she caught sight of Wynter. She had to admit the light fare being offered wasn’t enough considering they’d already missed one meal today.

Celina picked up the PaDD and relief washed over her face. The image was of their Risan weekender but not the one that would have had all the men at her door asking her what page on the Kama Sutra was that position taken but of Jack wearing the Pimp coat, board shorts, a tie and the caption I Make Casual Wear Hot. For the first time in existence, Celina was glad the man was wearing the coat. Flipping open the message area, Celina’s face wrinkled up in confusion. The sexy words and playful texts were replaced with several lines of messages. “Lina”, “Break up”, “??????”, and then finally “Baby where are you”.

Celina Creed

At the next claxon Shedda stood up from her chair and noticed her head was throbbing and then the smell hit her, her eyes widened in disgust and her lips parted slightly so she could breath through her mouth rather than having to inhale the stench. She hit the comm button on the table. =^=Bridge, status?=^=

Mal’athar, XO

There was a moment of pause before a reply came. NL Boris Gontovnick’s tone was an octave or so higher than normal even with his accent =^= Bridge here. No impact beyond a .. =^= Whatever else was coming in the report was drowned out by a scream, not by Boris, followed by a “Jackson!!” NE Tyler Jackson was manning the science station.

Songz was distracted by the nausea but as it cleared and she noted her head felt off, her eyes swept the room, taking in everyone and their response. She was very used to emergencies but of the health kind. Whatever was happening here just now put her on alert, but she wasn’t entirely sure what her role here was other than keep an eye on folks. Not that she was alone given there were three other counsellors present. She moved over to Cochrane with a questioning look on her face.

~Sair Songz, CNS

As the seconds passed by and the relative nausea cleared Sair would feel light pangs that was suggestive that she was due for a deuridum treatment, however, accordinjgj to her, that was not due at all anytime soon.

“Everyone to your stations. Command officers to the bridge. Junior officers, report to the bridge as well to assist with your respective divisions and await ordes from your DH’s.” Cochrane said calmly. Eyeing the rotted food, he looked up at the assembled crew and said “And if I have to fill out Temporal Investigation forms, everybody is filling out Temporal Investigation forms.” and he stood up and made his way to the bridge.

Cochrane, CO

The doors slid open to a familiar yellow alert status with softly pulsing lights. The main screen was split between three views. The dominant one was toward the system that they were near to holding position. A red giant star was glowing dully there. Another smaller screen was following the slow moving path of the asteroid. A third was showing scrolling data.

A group of three was around where Jackson’s station was. He was slumped over, unmoving.

Boris was alone at the fore of the bridge just finishing up a comms that ended much like =^= .. think he is dead. =^=


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