Starbase Lounge

Posted Oct. 22, 2020, 10:16 a.m. by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Major Krin “Hannibal” Lardel (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Starbase Lounge

Posted by Major Krin “Hannibal” Lardel (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Starbase Lounge

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) in Starbase Lounge
OOC: While it is a horrible bad nasty terrible thing to do to godmod and put people somewhere … what the heck …

The Chimera refit was nearing its completion and lay docked to a vast arm of the Starbase spacedock. Drones and work-bees buzzed around it like so many bees about its grey deuterium hive. The principle crew and officers of the Chimera were enjoying a meal in the Officer’s lounge. The quiet hum of conversation was muted further by the sound suppression; here it seemed that haste as simply not a factor. Waiters in traditional garb floated from table to table; the one in which the crew was about was oval in design and set apart to better take in the view outside. The main course had just been completed with desserts being delivered on a cart.

Curiously, perhaps, an ancient Bolian in a hover-chair maneuvered towards the table. His rank insignia designated Commodore. Three others followed behind, each in civilian dress, smartly attired. One carried a briefcase like device, one other a tablet.

Major Lardel was quiet and listening as usual. The CAG wasn’t technically part of the Chimera staff, but he accepted his role as the bridge between the carrier crew and the Marines and Marine Aviators under him. Seeing the Commodore coming towards them. Interrupting the quiet conversations around him, he cleared his throat loudly and said firmly but without volume “Attention On Deck!” and stood up and at attention.

“Captain, please forgive my intrusion. May I join you all for a nightcap?” He nodded to the waiter. “My usual.” Closer up the Bolian’s blue had turned a blue-purple and his wrinkles made him look like someone slowly transforming into a raisin. “For those who do not know me, I am Woll. My division is with the Corporation and Fleet Subcommittee. I won’t disturb you for long.” Woll took a long look at the ship. “How do you like your new paint job? I’m sure you can discern the subtlety of shifting from Luna grey to Iotian Pewter.” His tone was light with only a touch of pleasant cynicism.

Commodore Woll

OOC: You can of course pick the dessert of your choice being delivered. :) ..

And .. welcome to the new sim … ‘The Man on the Moon’

Lardel, CAG


The three others with the Commodore were quite varied. The one in the lead was a man with a receding hairline approaching middle age, smartly dressed. A second was a shorter, trim Asian man, much younger. The third was a woman, taller than the others, her hair cut short with a slightly higher mohawk ridge. Blonde, the ‘ridge’ was colored blending the blonde with red highlights. All three wore suits and had similar ‘pins’ on their lapels - that of a glossy black with a silver circle near the base with three star trails shooting up from it. As Lardel spoke out, the woman twitched but otherwise there was no other reaction.
- Wookiee

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