Posted Dec. 9, 2020, 5:07 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Amber Josen (Communications Officer) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Petty Officer Robert Banner (Navigator) in Briefing Room- Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) in Briefing Room- Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
<snip>Though technically, he wasn’t a senior officer of the Sentinel, Senior Chief Petty Officer Black Wolf had more years of experience of actual star ship service than many of the officers of the crew. By default, he was always welcomed to attend these meetings. He was, after all, the chief flight officer and controlled the ships travels through space, as well as the head of the shuttle piloting crews.
Stepping into the briefing room, he nodded to the security chief and offered a “Good morning, Lt.” before pouring himself a coffee and taking his normal seat at the table.
SCPO Black Wolf (helm)
GM CockRoach
Ford looked up from his clipboard and straightened, nodding. “Morning, Chief.” He joined the helmsman at the table, sitting a couple of seats down from him. “Awfully early for a meeting,” he noted, dropping the roster to the table. “Any ideas what’s going on?”
In his line of work, surprises were never good things.
COS Ford
"About this time Petty Officer Banner came walking into the meeting room. While he was not an officer, he was the head of navigation and it seemed reasonable that he would be present. PO BannerAmber gave the Captain the quick and dirty before the briefing. “Sigma 9 is your run of the mill mining colony expanded from a small family project. There are less than a thousand folks there now according to the last freighter report a month ago.” She glanced up at the Captain as she finished. “Do you need me in the briefing or see if I can try and reach them as we get closer?”
She preferred the briefing. But she was the ears of the ship and sometimes listening out here was more important than listening in a briefing room.
Amber Comms
OOC: Testing testing 1,2,3 just bumping and waiting for folks to get briefed…
GM CockRoach
Ford scribbled a note in the margin of the duty roster, a reminder to have Bolurson do a shift in fire control soon. While the kid liked guard detail better, he still needed the experience. He’d pair him with Wilson, his best fire control chief; in Ford’s opinion, probably the best fire control chief in the fleet. He tapped his pen on the table twice before dropping it, then checked the settings on his phaser. It was something he did probably a dozen times per shift, out of habit.
COS Ford
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