Posted Jan. 24, 2021, 12:36 p.m. by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) (Silke Fahl)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Lounge - New Ship, New Friends (Tag Nightstalker and Anyone Else)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - New Ship, New Friends (Tag Nightstalker and Anyone Else)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Lounge - New Ship, New Friends (Tag Nightstalker and Anyone Else)
Daggum had dropped off his things and made his way to Deck 17 and the Lounge to have lunch, hopefully, with his new shipmate; the ship’s Chief Intelligence Officer. Making his way to the side of the room where the kitchen was located, Hammor ordered his food and asked for it to be brought to his table when it was ready. He also took the opportunity to introduce himself to the kitchen staff and ensured that the various crates he had arraigned for them had been delivered. Turning away, he made his way through the room to the far side and found a nice table with a good view out of the windows. It would seat six, but Hammor always appreciated a bit of elbow room. Sitting down, he took a drink of the grapefruit juice he had ordered and looked out the window at the comings and goings of the traffic around them.Hammor, Ops
Stark wasn’t long in arriving and seemed to know exactly where he was going as his dark shaped slipped into the room. He was uncharacteristically out of uniform which normally only happened undercover or on the holodeck. The black leather outfit he was wearing had obviously seen many years of use.
Slipping into a chair Stark sighed contentedly. “Everything to your liking Hammor?”
Stark Nightstalker CIO
Hammor nodded and said “So far so good. Hope you don’t mind, but I already ordered. I’m starving after that shuttle trip.” and he looked around absent mindedly for a second. “Its a great ship, that’s for sure. And from what I’ve read of the debriefings and After-Action reports, the crew is pretty amazing. They’d have to be to do three-quarters of the things in the reports…” and his eyes locked onto the CIO, “… which I am sure is only a part of what actually happened.”
Hammor, Ops
At a table not far from the two Senior Officers sat a slender Trill with a cup of something that had long gone cold in one hand and a PaDD in the other. As always when off duty, she wasn’t in her uniform. Instead she wore a pair of dark blue, skinny jeans with a few holes in it and a snugly fitting black t-shirt with sleeves made of black lace and black lace around the hem and collar; leaving the tattoos on her arms clearly visible. Her brows pulled together, she seemed to be in deep concentration. Quite a contrast to how most people on this had gotten to know her so far.
OOC: I hope you don’t mind me joining?
~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist
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