Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Security) in War Room: Pre-Sim Department Heads First Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Sheleah Ruby (Diplomatic Officer / CNS) in War Room: Pre-Sim Department Heads First Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Natasha Knight (Chief Medical Officer) in War Room: Pre-Sim Department Heads First Meeting
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OOC: Hi Team. While we are doing check-ins and running through the process of everyone coming aboard and getting settled I decided to run this thread as a simple way to establish pre-sim, that the characters have met in some fashion. This is intended to take place after everyone’s check-ins are complete and before our current main sim distress call is received. The exact timing, I’m not fussed on but this will serve to meet the Captain and XO if you haven’t already and chat to your fellow Senior Officers.

Remember this post is available as a rough guide for anyone that may have questions about their characters uniform colour or place, or if they have an office etc: https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf5/saracen/notes/7665/ and as always, I am free to chat to via email or discord if you want to touch base.

IC: Dante stood at the window in the Saracen’s War Room that looked out over the saucer of the ship and away into the space beyond. Located on Deck One off of the Bridge, it was a handy location for quick briefings, mission planning and more in depth Tactical and Strategic overviews of their area of operations.

Today, the large table in the center was operating as just that, a table. Often, the surface displayed a big digital overlay of the Fleets operational area or the Saracen’s mission zone, with real time information about ships and anomalies displayed on it. The wall display, used for communication or other mission specific functions, was instead showing a relaxing backdrop of a Risian beach. This image matched the plates, bowls and bottles on the table. Ten Forward had put together a selection of finger foods and other refreshments, as the small replicator in the room was more suited to producing drinks.

The reason, was the Saracen had recently undergone a crew rotation. Unlike most, this one had brought him an almost all-new Senior Officer Roster. A new Chief of Security, Chief Engineer, Diplomatic Officer/Counselor, Chief of Operations and Chief Tactical Officer. Each one he was going to need to spend some time with, if he hadn’t already in the short time they had been aboard, but this would let them all come together as his Senior Officers.

Turning his head slightly he looked at Bruce curled up on the pet bed in the far corner. The big monitor lizard normally didn’t come to these meetings, but today Dante had decided that the new staff that hadn’t already, needed to meet him. “Here, best behavior, alright?” Dante said and tossed a piece of smoked bacon in the big lizard direction. Bruce’s beady black eyes snapped open instantly from a deep sleep and his head came up in one smooth motion, catching the delicacy and quickly eating it as if Oscar was going to appear and steal it from him, again.

Turning back to the window, Dante sipped the hot coffee from the Saracen Limited Edition coffee mug that he held in his hand, and wondered if he needed to schedule one of the HR events as a team building exercise for his new Officers. He would soon find out, as the time for them to arrive was near.

Captain Knight, CO

Teller walked in like he had come into the war room a million times… which he hadn’t. He looked about, first one here, that was odd for him. “Maybe I should leave and come back in five minutes, Sir.” He made no effort to leave beyond a thumb gesture to the door. He found a chair mid-way on the table and sat down. He placed a pair of PaDDs in front of him and start working on some side project.

Graham

Natasha walked into the room and stopped at the door looking at Dante drinking his coffee and staring out the window. She was still rather salty over events recently that had occurred in room 2187. Glancing around the room she debated about taking a lap and coming back in a few minutes. Of the three men in the room two-thirds of them were in the dog house with her. Unfortunately, she was not in a position to a be anything but a Lieutenant Commander. Still, there were ways to be subtle and get her point across. “Is that the Saracen Limited Edition coffee mug,” she asked looking at the mug that she knew had come from their quarters he often used. Grimacing slightly she looked at the Captian with a questioning expression.

“Is there anything wrong with the cup Captain Knight,” she responded to his comment with a rhetorical question. Wobbling her head back and forth she finally responded with, “I dont think so but.” Natasha didn’t end the sentence with anything else. It would do Dante good to think about things.

Bruce chewed the bit of bacon slowly and methodically as he watched his mom enter the room. Oh man dad we are on day two and she is still so mad at you. Flicking his tongue out to lick his lips as best as he could, Bruce stretched the length of his body out watching his mom move across the room and take a seat as far away from his dad as possible. If I were you I would definitely make her about two pounds of bacon and get her a new ball before you come home from work. That way we can all snack and play toss while you figure out how to turn the Siberian Yeti back into Mom again. Looking directly at Dante he blinked his eyes before settling the black orbs on his father. Because you did this. It is your fault she is so mad. It’s not like I did anything wrong, he gave Dante a tongue flick before turning twice and settling back into his bed.

“Good morning, Graham. How are you today,” she said in a distinctly opposite and perky tone making her way next to the science chief to sit instead of the chair next to Dante she normally occupied. Relaxing back in her seat she took a sip of the coffee in the enormous travel mug she brought.

Natasha Knight CMO

Sheleah often enjoyed these meet and greets but Rex did not enjoy new quarters so he had been incredibly clingy for the last few hours. Unfortunately this meant that even though she was freshly showered and dressed, she couldn’t get out the door without a few new scratches.

Entering the war room, she looked around and focused on Bruce. She had heard a few stories but had only seen pictures of such lizards, not this beautiful specimen.

“Wow! I’m not late.” she said picking up a plate.

• Sheleah, CNS/DO

The doors opened again to allow the new CoS to enter. Her gold uniform was immaculate and her blonde hair was pulled back in a French rope braid. Her black eyes swept the room and she headed over toward the table. She was followed by three large Earth Siberian Huskies - the largest a black and white, the smallest a grey and white, and the third a red and white. They were roughly 3 years old and all from the same litter. They padded quietly across the room, noses twitching and eyes looking, but they didn’t wander off. Bruce seemed to draw curiosity from the dogs but they didn’t approach him. “Good morning Captain,” Brenna greeted as she passed him on the way towards the table.

Brenna took a seat at the very end of the table on the other side of Dr. Knight, putting her at a corner with no one else on the other side. This way she could see the whole table, but had a clear sight of the dogs as well. They were highly trained and disciplined, but she was still responsible for them. With a look she sent the dogs to sit against the wall out of the way where they could watch and become familiar with the senior staff. Brenna filled her place with a small selection. She turned to those sitting near her with a friendly smile. The whole purpose was to get to know one another, and Brenna saw no reason to be shy about it. “Good morning,” she greeted Knight and Graham and Sheleah offering her hand in turn. “Brenna Atoded, new CoS.” Though they probably already knew that. Had to start somewhere.

Atoded, CoS

Richard entered the war room wearing his new uniform and was still getting used to the gold coloration as opposed to the command red that he donned as the Executive Officer of the now decommissioned U. S.S. Constellation. He was clean, well shaven, and fit. His blue eyes scanned the room to get his first look of the leadership team that he would be working with and then laid his eyes on Brenna for a simple moment. Richard definitely missed her, but after the events that he had been through in the past six weeks it would seem like something was off with him. He pivoted off of his back right heel and took an open seat at the opposite side of the table quietly. Per the usual pre-meeting ritual, he read over his PADD while waiting for the event to start.

• Marsh, CTO