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Side Sim: Bridge

Posted Feb. 13, 2019, 2:46 p.m. by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Iolaus Stavros (Prisoner) in Side Sim: Bridge

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Bridge

Posted by Iolaus Stavros (Prisoner) in Side Sim: Bridge
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Following their depature from the Docking bay, the female Intelligence guard and her lackeys walked swiftly through the ship. Dressed in what was clearly Intelligence Uniform, they ignored the stares the received from the passing crew. Walking with purpose, towards where they knew the bridge to be based off the ship scematics. They ought to find the Captain there. Ordinarily they would have just left the ship and left their boss to send the Captain a transmission once they had departed, but the information they had was too sensitive. With a threat like Irakli ‘The Bear’ Davis looming over their heads, they could afford to take no risks.

Strolling into the bridge, they paused just inside the door, taking note of their surroundings, “Which one of you is the Captain of this vessal?” The female guard questioned, stepping forward, “We must confer with her immediately,”

Intelligence guards

OOC: I’m going to toy around with these guards for a moment. Lol

IC:
Taking a stand, an apparently young man glanced over at the guards, an air of skepticism dancing across his crystalline blue eyes. For a second, he studied them, uncertain of their affiliation and purpose on the bridge. He did not trust anyone barging onto the bridge, asking for one of his superiors without any prewarning. “About what?” The junior Lieutenant demanded, as if he had the right to know. He was still new to having the Conn, and it had given him a greater confidence than any experienced Conn officer. Folding his arms, O’Reilly watched them.

Lt. JG O’Reilly
Cocky Conn Officer

OOC: Go for it lol.

IC: The female guard, and apparent leader of the group gave the junior Lieutenant a dismissve one over, “Classified,” she said shortly, wondering what idiotic junior officer would think he could demand answers of Intelligence agents. “Your Captain?” she addressed the room, feeling frusterated that they couldn’t just get this over and done with. They’d already screwed up one part of their mission, now she wanted no delays before they could leave and head back to Intelligence and await whatever punishment they would recieve for their near failure.

Intelligence Guards

The Lieutenant visibly rolled his eyes, but tried to hide it by glancing down at one of the PaDDs close to him. He was indignant in the matter that they wouldn’t give him any information. He was the one currently in command, didn’t that warrant him at least am explanation? Opening his mouth to speak, he was cut off by an older Lieutenant, who seemed to have a better sense of what he was doing.

“Captain Bov’ar is currently with Engineering. If you wait in her ready room, we’ll notify her of your need to speak with her.” NLt. Tessark piped up, gesturing to the ready room with a large, striped blue hand.

NLt Tessark and NLt(JG) O’Reilly
Security and Conn Officer

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” the female guard said nodding curtly. The guards marched into the room that had been pointed out to them and made themselves at home while they waited for the Captain to arrive. The doors sliding neatly shut behind them.

An immature NE snickered “Did you see how beat up they looked?” he whispered none too subtly to the person next to him, “No wonder she was such a stick,”

Intelligence Guards

“Really, Ensign?” Tessark rose an eyebrow over at the younger man, shaking his head in disapproval.

“He isn’t wrong though,” Another Ensign popped up, shrugging before she returned to her work, having no desire to risk getting in trouble.

The Captain was preoccupied by the warp coils, listening to the chief engineer as he explained what his plans were. In the midst of their conversation, she was cut off by an incoming comm from the bridge.

=^=Bridge to Captain Bov’ar, you have Intelligence Guards waiting in your ready room. They seemed to be in urgent need to speak with you.=^=

=^=On my way, Bridge.=^= Bov’ar stifled a sigh, raising an eyebrow over at the Irish CE, who offered only the faintest roll of his eyes.

“I apologise about this, Byrne.” Akarel shook her head, clapping his shoulder as she passed. “One day, we’ll be able to finish a discussion without interruption.”

“Been here three years, Cap. It hasn’t happened yet,” Byrne retorted, shaking his head in contradiction to the mirth in his eyes.

“Ye of little faith,” Akarel smirked, departing from main engineering. It took her a few minutes to return to the bridge, where she allowed her gaze to sweep over the officers before heading to her ready room. Stepping inside, the ex-Marine straightened her uniform.

“What can I do for you?” She inquired, her voice lacking its previous amicability.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO


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