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Briefing Room- Main Sim - Still too early for this crap...

Posted Dec. 20, 2020, 2:36 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Amber Josen (Communications Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Captain Th’elin Zarath (Commanding Officer) 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…

Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Briefing Room- Main Sim - Still too early for this crap…
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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 Banner

Amber 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

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

As she entered the briefing room, T’Pria caught the last few words between the Comms officer and the CO.
“Another mining colony?” she commented, one eyebrow arching to meet her traditional bangs, “Let us hope this one has a more adequate control over their livestock.”

  • Lt Commander T’Pria (CE)

OOC: So since it seems the CO and XO are tied up atm, if another of the senior staff wishes to take charge for the briefing we can get this going then…

GM CockRoach

A young yeoman skidded to a halt as they entered the room, eyes glancing from face to face and sleeve to sleeve, finally settling on Ford. He entered much more slowly than he clearly had been going to get here and handed the chief of security a data tape and a clipboard. Ford raised an eyebrow at him. “The captain and first officer are getting more details from the brass,” he said. “Here’s the initial batch of info; they said…” he trailed off and looked around the room. “They said one of you could start and they’d join later.”

Ford shrugged and stood. “Dismissed, Yeoman. Thanks.” The young man turned and left, quickly. Ford inserted the data tape and then pressed the button beside it with a thunk, and the three displays in the table center lit up with the image of a planet. He looked down at the clipboard.

“Sigma 9, Federation mining colony,” he said. “We’re being dispatched to…” he furrowed his brows and flipped up the first page. “… to investigate a series of murders.” He read some more. “And disappearances.” He set the board down, brow still knit in confusion, then shrugged. “Let’s see what if the presentation on the data tape has more,” he finally said, and pressed another button to access the next portion on the data tape.

COS Ford

The Captain poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee and looked over his command staff, his expression serious. “That’s right. We’ll be heading up an independent investigation which the Sigma 9 Security Team has been unable to straighten out. They’ve had personnel disappear, as well as found evidence of more than one homicide. Since we have better equipment and more experience with… Strange disappearances… Starfleet Command has given the investigation to us. We’ll have full access to the Sigma Colony Computer system, as well as any evidence they’ve collected.” Here the Captain paused and looked around. “Mr. Ford, I’d like you to lead the investigation. Please let me know who and what you’ll be needing to get that done, and I’ll make sure you have it. I’ll have Doctor Hudson standing by for medical examiner duties. The rest of us will do what we can to provide support for the Sigma Miners and their command staff, but I don’t want to lose any of you on this mission. Let’s do this by the book.”

-Zarath, CO

Amber, having never been asked to leave, spoke up. “Sir, if the colony can give me access to comms and such, I can see if this possibly came from an outside source. Track incoming and outgoing vessels and see if any transmissions, personal or official, gave rise to an alarm before anything was officially noticed.” Perhaps there was someone doing this who had bragged it out in a personal transmission or data file of some kind. She could use the filters to look for key words that may help them find someone with more than a passing fancy, and knowledge, of what was occurring.

Amber
Comms


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