Posted by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) in Party Planning in Space: MC Dinner Meeting (Tag CO)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Party Planning in Space: MC Dinner Meeting (Tag CO)

Posted by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) in Party Planning in Space: MC (Tag CO/XO)

The time of the party was quickly approaching and so Brenna was making the rounds of the departments to see how they were progressing with their plans. Her last stop was to check in with the CO and XO on their speeches. She made her way to the bridge and took her seat and looked over at them, “How is the speech writing going?”

Focus: MC: Greeting, speeches, conflict resolution, and keeping things on track.

Possible Species: Zaldan, Vulcan, Trill, Tellarite, Romulan, Risa, Alpha Century, Xindi (primate, arboreal, reptilian, insectoid, aquatic), Betazed, Coridan, Barzan, Andorian, Arcadians, Ariolo, Bzzit Khaht, Caitians, Deltans, Grazerites, Kasheeta, Xelatian, Ferengi, Zaranite
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

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Brenna nodded, “Of course Captain. I am at your disposal. Perhaps a working dinner?” It wasn’t uncommon to see Brenna working and eating in the mess hall or carrying meals back to her office. It was good cover and allowed for extra time to be ‘indisposed’ and to appear a bit of a work-a-holic. It also created the impression that if she wasn’t in her office she was working while eating in the mess hall, when really she was in her hidden office.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP/CIO

Zarcal understood the subtleties of her work. He wasn’t an intel officer but he certainly knew how to balance the acts as an ambassador and a diplomat. He nodded and said, “Of course, I’ll meet you in the mess hall around 1900 hours?” The captain of course made this sound like it would be any other discussion but he would make sure that it was a secluded area with some preventative measures to reduce the likelihood of anyone peering in or listening. Active noise cancelation and a blackout zone for sensors and such, standard practice for more sensitive discussions and easy to do if you knew how to adjust the internal systems. It was amazing what a containment field can be calibrated to do.

Zarcal, CO

An alarm went off, was it timed that way? And Brenna looked at an old fashioned watch she was wearing. “Ah almost feeding time. If you will excuse me, Captain.” Brenna left the bridge and headed towards her office.

1900 hours was approaching and Brenna was on her way to the mess hall with Mya, her bug sniffing rabbit, and ordered her food from the replicator rather than ordering. Fewer people making the rounds near their table that way. She spotted the captain quickly and the duo made their way over to him. “Good evening captain. How’s the speech?”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP/CIO

Zarcal let out a small chuckle as he returned to his duties of trying to figure out how to impress the delegates all while imparting the greatest honor for the Saurians. He made a note for the time and dipped into his ready room to make sure that he was fully able to prepare their briefing.

Sitting at the booth already he was working on his PaDD for the proper settings. This was a cyllinder around him that extended to part of the table where a glass of tea sat along side a small dish with a Zaranite meal. The containment field was filled with a pale yellow gas as the Captain sat, the mask next to him outside the gas bubble wearing the VISOR not many ever saw him in. He looked up and said “It goes, how about you?” The voice was a little different than Breena would be used to but still the older man’s usual tone. He tapped on his visor and the field he was in flickered, the security protocols activating but to any outsider it was just the field reacting to the fluorine. “We’re safe, what do you know?”

Zarcal, CO

Brenna sat down and sipped at her drink. It had been a long day. Some engineering NE had decided to work on BOTH her sets of doors and leave them open. Not so bad, the animals were in their habitats....until said ensign decided he wanted to play with the animals and forgot to close the doors when he was done. She’d spent the last FOUR hours chasing animals across the entire ship. Did anyone have any idea how much BIGGER a mythology class got when you were chasing animals? Nope, neither did she. Of course they were all chipped and she could track them, but apparently ALL the transporter systems were down for routine maintenance too. Brenna was NOT in a good mood at the moment. Though she was sure the security videos of her short self running around the ship and dive bombing animals would be show at the next crew movie night. Chocolate, chocolate made everything better. Hence the very large slice of chocolate cake and glass of milk in front of her. “Captain.”

“A lot, and not enough. The Xindi as usual are at odds with each other. The Insectoids are planning another Xindi take over and there is a real possibility that they might try something while here. Luckily they are more likely to stab their enemy and not poison them. The Ferengi found out the Deltans will be attending. They are eager to make some marriage propositions. Of course we know how that works, the steal what they want and women are,” she stops and almost growling the word out, “Property.
So I have arranged for all Ferengi to be scanned and ALL tech removed by transporter. I don’t trust them having a back up battery. And also they will be getting a fighter pilot escort away and escorted for at least 10 light years. The Andorians are mad at the Vulcans, again. But nothing too horrible there. However the Grazerites have made a real threat against the Trill. Something about not sitting at a table with a worm. They find it highly rude to have ‘things that live in the dirt’ as a dinner guest.” Brenna shakes her head. Oh and there will be an epic argument and possible battle between the Zaldans and Tellarites. They claim no one understands them and they never get invited to things like this, so they are going to regale us with how a proper party should be held. We are going to learn to insult our guests properly, apparently.” There was more but Brenna needed more chocolate in her system and so savored several more bites of her cake.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CIO