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Mission Briefing

Posted on Sun Sep 27th, 2020 @ 8:19pm by Captain Rufus Walker & Lieutenant Commander Erin Quinn & Commander Jacqueline Wallace-Shaw & Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Lucas MD

Mission: Season 1 - Prologue
Location: Briefing Room 1, Deck 1
Timeline: Day 6 at 0830
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[Briefing Room 1, Deck 1, USS Alliance]



Commander Wallace-Shaw was the first one to arrive in the conference room, like a good little executive officer.

She started by replicating herself a cup of tea, which she took a long sip of before setting it down at her chair to the right of the captain's seat at the head of the table and then began setting out PADDs at each other seat. These were filled with information about the ship and mission for each department head to read and catch up on. It also included notes about matters to be discussed in this meeting, which was the first "official" staff briefing following the ship's commissioning ceremony.

With these things done, she sat in her place and sipped her tea while reviewing her notes and waiting for the rest of the staff to arrive...

The commissioning ceremony, was the ships first formal event, and it had gone off without a hitch. Now after escorting the Admiral back to the Transporter Room, the Captain was making his way through the still somewhat alien corridors to the main briefing room on Deck 1. His current location was inside of Turbolift 23, the hum of its movement lowering in volume as it came to a halt. The doors slid open to let a new passenger embark.

Lt Commander Erin Quinn, the ships Intelligence Attache, held a padd in her hands, fully engrossed in the details. As the doors to the turbolift opened she stepped into it without even noticing that the Captain was the other occupant. She mumbled under her breath for the lift to take her to the briefing room and continued to the consume the information on the PADD without the context of her surroundings. The lift sped off to its final destination.

The Captain, daring not to interrupt her casually leaned up against the side of the carriage. He gave a little cough to make his presence known, startling the young Intelligence Officer, "Oh! Shhhhiiii-Sir!" she stiffen up straight, "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't see you there."

"Ha, that's okay Commander. I'm glad to see my officers so engrossed in their work." The doors of the Turbolift slid open, and together they made their way down the short length of the corridor to the Briefing Room.

Once the doors opened, Jacky looked up to see two persons walking in. She got to her feet respectfully and inclined her head to both of them. "Good day, Captain, Commander," she greeted warmly.

"Good to see you again Commander," he pointed to his Executive Officer, like a coach to one of his team members, "we seem to be missing a few of the crew."

As he reached the top of the table, he made a turn to one of the replicators situated near the fore access hatch, "I'll just grab a coffee while we wait. Commander, how did you enjoy the commissioning ceremony."

She smiled as she settled back into her chair and picked up her teacup. "It was pleasant," she said, taking a sip. "And yourself?"

"I have to say, it was an enjoyable ceremony. Just enough pomp and circumstance to please the Brass." The Captain turned back to the conference table and took his seat, steaming mug of black Klingon coffee in hand.

The young Dr. Lucas arrived not late, but not exactly on time. His nose still buried in a PaDD of various reports from his department. He sat down, placed his PaDD down on the table and looked around turning his attention to the head of the table.

"Hello, Doctor," Jacky said with a smile as she watched the CMO come in. She briefly wondered, though, if he'd even heard her, reading those PADDs as he was.

Meanwhile, the rest of the department heads trickled in over the next couple of minutes. They all said hello, in one way or another, to the command team before taking their seats. Perhaps briefly talking among themselves or simply waiting quietly for the briefing to begin.

"Well thank you everyone for coming. Welcome to our first Senior Staff briefing." The Captain smiled broadly, with a chuckle, "let's face it we're going to have hundreds more of these, eh?"

With only a few takers to his terrible joke, he continued, "As you know, the Alliance is being commissioned as a Diplomatic Cruiser. Of course you will notice," he pointed to the Intelligence Attache at the foot of the table, "our friends in the grey uniforms, who will be gathering as much intelligence for Starfleet as possible."

A general murmur of greeting passed around the table, while Jacky smiled and inclined her head. "Commander Quinn," she acknowledged.

Dr. Lucas drew his gaze to the end of the table with the Intel Officers, he didn't often see spies in uniform. He turned his eyes back to the CO.

"In approximately 12 hours, we will get underway. Our first point of call, will be to traverse the Klingon and Romulan borders and fly the flag. A simple shakedown cruise. We'll spool up the slipstream drive, and hop to Versailles before taking a hard left down the Azurean Corridor. Any questions so far?"

There weren't any questions from the majority of the senior staff, although the chief engineer chimed in to say that everything down in engineering was ready to go.

"Glad you got the transporters sorted, Chief." the Captain pointed his right index finger to the Chief Engineer with a click of his tongue and a wink of his left eye.

He turned to the Executive Officer, "Let's start some training drills, get the crew bedded in. I'd like to see some slipstream drills, and given that we're going to be close to the border," he paused for a moment before turning his chair a few degrees so the Chief Tactical Officer was also in his eyeline, "let's run some tactical drills, just incase."

"I spoke with the EMH and have been brought up to date as the comings and goings of Sickbay. We will be all set for any drilling that may be needed," chimed in the Chief Medical Officer.

Jacky nodded to acknowledge the chief of medical and then turned back to the captain. "Yes, sir," she replied. "I'll begin setting up a drill schedule immediately."

The Captain nodded, "Fantastic. We set sail, at twenty hundred hours. Until then, dismissed." With those final words, the crew stood and filed out of the room, in small clustered groups.

 

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