Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

Posted Sept. 29, 2022, 11:26 a.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Captain Jonathan McBride (CO, USS Centurion) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Cattaneo (Chief of Star Fleet Security) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

Fayth, SFCMO

Other staff had arrived and were either sitting or leaning against walls. It was a larger conference room than say one on a starship, but still wasn’t meant for a crowd.

A moment later, a man in a command uniform and four pips stepped in and flashed the group a smile as he took them all in. His brown hair was slightly unruly but just short enough to not be a hindrance, and there was an ever so slight swagger to his walk. He had a youthful energy to him, though he was clearly experienced enough to have made it to the rank of Captain. “Good morning everyone,” he said as he beelined for the coffee and poured himself a cup, waiting till he had had a good sip before moving to the head of the table where he remained standing.

“Alright, a bit of a whirlwind today, but a ‘day in the life of’ right? I’m Captain Jonathan McBride, your new Commanding Officer. And yes, I know there will be questions about the logistics of how operationally this will all work but I’ll leave that to Lieutenant Governor Dasca. She’ll be here shortly but I’ve been told she’s running a little behind today. So I’ll cover a couple of other things before she arrives.”

“A little about myself. I started out as a pilot until I switched to a command track. I got my first command seven years ago, where I’ve been until I was reassigned here to work with you fine folks. This is a very different posting than most of us are used to, and I know some of you are newer as well, so we’ll all be settling in together. I’ve only been here two hours so you’ll have to forgive my lack of knowledge in some areas.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Any questions so far. Who knows, I might be able to answer some of them,” he said, flashing a grin.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO


OOC: I’m assuming I’m a little behind due to just joining.

Tiberius heard the request to join the command staff in the Conference Room. He looked up from the document he was reviewing and stood up and decided he would meander his way to the Conference Room. After a few moments of walking, he arrived at the Conference Room and walked through the open doors. He noticed a nice spread of food on the table along with all the other folks. “Lt Cmdr Cattaneo reporting as requested. Looks like I’m a little late for the party.” Tiberius then walked over to a chair and sat down. He took a small piece of fruit from one of the trays on the table and took a bit or two while awaiting a response.

Lt. Cmdr. Cattaneo
Chief of Star Fleet Security

“Welcome Commander,” McBride said. “I was expecting people to trickle in, so no worries.”

NL Gavble stood with a nod to his new DH. He was glad to not have to sit in on this meeting. He left the PaDD with the department logistics on it and excited out the door. Fayth nodded in welcome to the new arrival and then turned back to McBride. “How are we going to handle staffing both locations. The facility here on the colony and the Centurion? I know for medical, and I am sure the other departments as well, there are protocols and responsibilities that can conflict. It’s not like we are all on board and we go to red alert or get paged to the bridge and I am in the middle of surgery so I report when I’m done. When I’m done the bridge is gone. Do you have a specific expectation and protocol you want followed or will that be left up to each department head?”. Given the recent attack on Lucas Holloway this was a matter that was at the forefront of details Fayth needed to get worked out.

Fayth, SFCMO

Captain McBride nodded. “Medical is definitely the department where the situation is a bit more tricky, but the way I see it is that we have a skeleton crew on board at all times. Every day, there is a rapid response team on call. When you are on call for the Centurion, you can’t be on call anywhere else. So for the hospital, maybe that’s your admin day. I don’t know for sure, but we can discuss it in more detail later. But there are a lot of officers and crew stationed on Oed. We should not have a problem staffing the ship in an emergency. And keep in mind that an emergency is most likely going to be a defence situation. In which case, let’s also keep in mind, there is a Klingon battleship also working with us to provide protection. We may not have a ton of time, but we will have more than we might if we were here on our own. All other missions, including patrols, will be planned and you will have advanced notice. Other scenarios we can hash out and create plans for.”

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Tiberius looked up at Captain McBride and queried, “Does this mean there are training simulations which we do to help us prepare and allow us to know how and what to do to do during an emergency situation or is that going to be up the DHs to decide as well?” He then awaited a response from the captain while taking another bit of the snack he had picked up. He thought to himself while awaiting a response This is pretty good for a replicated fruit.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo

“As I understand it, there are procedures in place, but Captain Dasca and I have had some discussions while I was on my way over and first priority is to review those and rewrite them if necessary. Then we’ll drill them. Each department will get a say in what that looks like, but ultimately I’ll make the final call once I get better acquainted with the Centurion,” the captain said and he was going to say more but the door opened and drew his attention.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Into the room stepped a blond Human-appearing woman in a command division uniform and two slid pips. She gave McBride a nod and grabbed a small square table from the side, setting it near the front before stepping off to the side.

The last entrant’s strides were smooth but rather slow, and it was possible that that was part of the reason she had been running late. Eela Dasca was a relatively tall woman who cut an elegant figure in black trousers and an open black jacket. The pale silvery-blue seater she wore underneath had a high open neck that was not so unlike a thicker version of a duty uniform undershirt. Her black hair had subtle silver streaks and was swept back in a loose twist at the back of her head- a hairstyle she had done for many years at all hours of the day and night.

Perhaps the more unexpected thing about the woman was the cane she was resentfully using out of necessity because she was tired and PT sucked this morning. But falling on her ass was not a great way to introduce oneself, so the steadying aide was necessary. “Good morning all, sorry for the delay,” she said in clear voice with the hint of a melodic accent native of her homeworld. She shrugged off her jacket and draped it over the back of the chair she would have sat in, but would hurt too much to get in and out of just now.

“Captain Dasca,” McBride said, a genuine smile on his face as she offered her a hand. “It’s a true honour.”

Without hesitation, Eela shifted her cane to her left hand and shook his hand with her right. “I’m glad we can finally meet in person.”

McBride flashed a grin and Eela detected something underneath the pleasantries. He knew something about her. Interesting. Then again, she would have thought him inattentive and ill-prepared if he hadn’t researched his new boss at least a little bit. McBride gestured to the room. “I’ve already introduced myself briefly so it’s all yours.”

With a nod, Dasca moved over to the table that had been set and she carefully sat on the edge of it, which allowed her to rest but keep a decent posture and have some more support that simply standing would allow. Gazing over the room, her hazel eyes held intelligence and curiosity, forthrightness. “Let’s just get right to it, shall we? Some of you I’ve met already, but for those I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, I am Eela Dasca, your Commander-in-Chief. From the day I arrived at Starfleet Academy, I proudly wore a uniform for forty years. I started out as a counsellor with a Masters degree in psychology before making the switch to command. I served as first officer on the Leeds for eight years, and was the captain of my own ship, the Steadfast for fifteen. And the thing I wish you to know and understand is that serving Starfleet and the Federation has been the deepest honour of my life. If I could still be out there in uniform with you all, I would, except for”- she twirled the cane still loosely held in her left hand-“my medical discharge. So, as we do, we adapt, we move forward. I’ve spent the last five years since my retirement working for the Federation Diplomatic Corps. It was not unlike Starfleet in that I travelled three quadrants and met and worked with all kinds of people. But when this job opportunity came my way, I realized that the key ingredient missing from my diplomatic work was community. On a starship, or on an outpost or starbase, wherever you serve, your crew are your family, the nucleus your life revolves around. This colony is a thriving community. Mixed, variable, vibrant. And it includes all of us, civilian and Starfleet alike, as complicated as that can sometimes be. We are each other’s community and I think there is room to make that more apparent in the way everyone interacts.”

“But before I get into the operational logistics of how this is all going to work, I’d really like to get to know all of you. So please, I’d like each of you to introduce yourselves and tell us anything you think is important for us to know about you,” Dasca said with a smile. Of all the places on the colony, this particular one was familiar and set her most at ease. She was naturally relaxed here and that meant her demeanour was open and trusting.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

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