Posted March 24, 2023, 10:32 a.m. by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) (Travis Good)
It was a very, very good feeling being onboard the USS Chernov again. The previous mission was very intense and Chris very much wished for the firepower of the mighty Chernov during a couple of those incursions. After compiling a bunch of food and drinks from various worlds and the high dollar kind at that, he sent off an invitation to the crew that helped him during the last mission to come and eat with him at his table, The Captains Table, in the Wardroom. It was a Naval tradition and one that is supposed to give the people coming, a feeling of great accomplishments. It is the very table that the Captain and the Executive Officer dine at. The invitation reads as follows:
Dear [Insert your Name here] (Your name would actually go in there):
Captain Christopher Mortimer Taggart cordially invites you to join him and the Executive Officer T’Aria, at their table tonight. There will be all sorts of fresh food and drinks from around the galaxy to accommodate the feelings of a home cooked meal for our far off friends. Dress is Formal wear and you will be required to wear your Dress Whites with your medals. The Captain hopes to see you there.
Yours,
Captain Chris Taggart, CO
USS Chernov
After reading it over Chris thoguht it was good enough to send and with Sega’a’s help, he would pull it off along with his own personal chef. Pressing the button to send out he closed the PaDD and went to his closet to fetch his Dress Whites and to make sure that they were right and proper for the meal.
After getting dressed and making sure that everything was in it’s place and his medals were polished and in proper order, giver that he and the others at the table acquired some new ones during their last mission, he stepped out of his quarters and made his way to the Wardroom. Stepping he could smell all of the foods and it made his mouth water just smelling them. He was not allowed to help in the kitchen. When he offered both his personal chef and Sega’a both said “NO!” at the same time like they rehearsed it. He was fine with that. Knowing that he would just get in the way or mess something up. He sat there, patiently waiting for the others to arrive.
Captain Chris Taggart, CO
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