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Post SIM Meeting, Everyone

Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 9:03 p.m. by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) (Riley W)

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Chief Medical Officer) in Post SIM Meeting, Everyone

Posted by Ensign T’Kul Valharra (Security) in Post SIM Meeting, Everyone

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Post SIM Meeting, Everyone
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Chris was feeling really great. The Calmbacs fixed his mind and neuropathways and everything was firing very well. He sent out a message to all Department Heads to meet him in Conference room 218B and to bring one assistant along if able. The XO should be arriving soon as well.

Pouring himself some coffee from Louisiana his chef brought him, he smiled and waited. Then getting back up he grabbed a couple custard filled donuts and sat back down.

This was his official first day back to work since being taken over by a mind controlling alien.

Captain Chris Taggart CO

The doors slid open and Kane came in the room. His hair was disheveled even for him, and his uniform had obviously just been thrown on as he was still fastening the top. His normal surly demeanor was more so, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept or eaten in at least a day… probably more. He went to the coffee pot and poured a large mug full, grabbed two donuts and then sat at the far end, throwing his feet up on the table. He ate the first donut in three bites and downed half the coffee in mere seconds.

Looking down the table to the Captain, he simply glared and said “Shut up, Taggart.” with his mouth full, the coffee and sugar obviously starting to work as his voice was only insubordinate; not hostile and insubordinate as it got when he was too tired or hungry. But there was a hint of humor that only Taggart and a select few others were ever privy to.

Kane, CMO

Chris just laughed and mockingly pointed at himself and mouthed. “Who? Me?”

Lt. Commander Sideman always said that command came with way to many meetings; he thought it was better to be on duty. But he also understood the need to brief the crew at times. Although, he thought it was better to do so via the ships coms rather than always ‘getting together.’

Sideman walked into the room and found a seat at one end. He sat down and did not say anything to anyone.

Lt. Commander Michael Sideman, XO

Chris was about to say something until Mwezi came in. He saw the donuts in his paws.

Mwezi strode into the room and grabbed two donuts (one in each hand) as he stepped over to stand near Taggart. He said nothing, but he did take a big bite out of one of his donuts. He glanced over the assembled crew. Looks like he was a little early, not everyone had arrived yet.

Mwezi, CTO

“Gives a whole new meaning to Bear Claws!” Gesturing towards the donuts in Mwezi’s hands.

“‘M not a bear,” Mwezi mumbled through a mouthful of donut, looking a bit confused at the comparison.

“Nope, bears smell better Warren.” Kane said with a wicked grin and a gleam in the one eye visible through the wild cascade of hair falling over half his face.

Turning towards his XO. “Well. Good morning to you too sunshine. At least Kane said something when he came in and this is what Mwezi does whenever he walks into a room. Something on your mind buddy?”

Captain Chris Taggart CO

“No sir, I am just here for the meeting” came the reply.

Sideman just continued to sit in his seat and did not offer much content.

Sideman, XO

Frowning Chris still looked at Sideman with his one piercing blue eye for a minute without blinking. “I don’t believe you. You’re too quiet, like Vulcan quite. That’s not you. You can speak freely here Commander. Consider this the Round Table from Camelot, which is a silly place, and speak your mind. If not I hope you remember what happens in Star Wars when you don’t let the Wookie win?” He said smiling and thumbing up towards Mwezi.

Captain Chris Taggart CO

Mwezi blinked again, confused. He was no ‘Wookie,’ whatever that was. He was about to ask Taggart what a Wookie or a Star War was when he realized it must be one of the man’s frequent Earth references. He made a mental not to ask Taggart later, when they weren’t in an important meeting.

Mwezi, CTO

(OOC: we don’t really have a CoS, so I’m jumping in as Lt. Mwezi’s assistant.)
IC:
Ensign Valharra walked in a few minutes after Lt. Mwezi. He stood in the corner, as he was just here as the assistant, and not sure what he was supposed to be doing.
Ensign Valharra

Kane, CMO

“Go sit down, Valharra,” Mwezi muttered to the ensign, taking a second bite and finishing off his first donut. By the time the meeting actually started, he’d be finished eating. He stepped over to the ensign, leaning in to whisper softly in the man’s ear. “I only stand because I hate human chairs.” He gestured down to his legs, which were structured quite differently from that of a humanoid. He patted T’Kull on the shoulder. “Go, sit. Please.”

Mwezi, CTO


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