Board Meeting

by **Reneé Lucas** Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:52 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

<tag: Open!>

by **Richard Wayne** Tue Dec 18, 2012 10:52 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0905
||Day 1

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

<Tag Renee>

by **Reneé Lucas** Tue Dec 18, 2012 11:02 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

<open tag, see the ooc for a wee thing>

by **Richard Wayne** Tue Dec 18, 2012 11:15 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

by **Danny Sullivan** Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:28 am

Richard Wayne wrote:||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

by **Reneé Lucas** Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:46 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

<tag: Open>

by **Danny Sullivan** Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:00 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

<OOC> I am going to write for the both of them in the same post. See how that works>

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

by **Reneé Lucas** Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:23 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

<open tag>

by Guest Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:47 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

by **Reneé Lucas** Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:59 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

<tag: Open>

by **Richard Wayne** Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:27 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

<Tag Wecheg>

by Guest Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:38 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

<open>

by **Richard Wayne** Wed Dec 19, 2012 2:49 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

<Tag Anyone>

by **Oliver Dougherty** Thu Dec 20, 2012 6:18 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

by **Reneé Lucas** Thu Dec 20, 2012 6:32 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

<tag: Fong>

by **Danny Sullivan** Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:07 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

<tag>

by **Reneé Lucas** Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:42 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analysing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

<open tag>

by **Oliver Dougherty** Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:28 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

<Tag Wayne or Lucas>

by **Reneé Lucas** Sat Dec 22, 2012 6:19 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

<tag: Fong>

by **Danny Sullivan** Sat Dec 22, 2012 6:35 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.
<tag anybody>

by **Reneé Lucas** Sat Dec 22, 2012 6:54 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.

Regardless of what anyone said on the matter, Starfleet was held up by sergeants and petty officers. Sure the FNS would always portray brave captains and brilliant admirals but the truth was less glamorous. Officers were merely managers. They gave orders and those beneath them got it done. She liked Danny. He had an...air about him. An ability to get things done with as little jargon as possible. Fong on the other hand was another matter. To Reneé the Bolian was...slimy. Every branch of Starfleet had the type; they had eyes on higher matters.

She listened to them both speak with a small frown. The acting captain had some limited knowledge about a ship's workings but she had to rely on what she was being told. Time. It was all about time. Everything had to be working in some way for the Breen's return otherwise it was going to be a short patrol.

"I'll remember that guarantee Lieutenant." she told him icily. "I'll remember it well. Aside from the obvious problems I'm aware that your engineers may be hungry. Operations Officers will be going around with ration pack boxes and stove heaters. Keep your men working, make them eat at the same time if they have to. Also...make sure Chief Sullivan's men and any other dead are covered with blankets. We've got no time to ferry the dead to the morgue but simple dignity wouldn't go amiss. They're Starfleet."

Reneé stood up and placed her hands behind her back. "Is there any further questions?"

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by **Danny Sullivan** Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:56 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.

Regardless of what anyone said on the matter, Starfleet was held up by sergeants and petty officers. Sure the FNS would always portray brave captains and brilliant admirals but the truth was less glamorous. Officers were merely managers. They gave orders and those beneath them got it done. She liked Danny. He had an...air about him. An ability to get things done with as little jargon as possible. Fong on the other hand was another matter. To Reneé the Bolian was...slimy. Every branch of Starfleet had the type; they had eyes on higher matters.

She listened to them both speak with a small frown. The acting captain had some limited knowledge about a ship's workings but she had to rely on what she was being told. Time. It was all about time. Everything had to be working in some way for the Breen's return otherwise it was going to be a short patrol.

"I'll remember that guarantee Lieutenant." she told him icily. "I'll remember it well. Aside from the obvious problems I'm aware that your engineers may be hungry. Operations Officers will be going around with ration pack boxes and stove heaters. Keep your men working, make them eat at the same time if they have to. Also...make sure Chief Sullivan's men and any other dead are covered with blankets. We've got no time to ferry the dead to the morgue but simple dignity wouldn't go amiss. They're Starfleet."

Reneé stood up and placed her hands behind her back. "Is there any further questions?"

Sullivan shook his head. "No questions here Captain." He stood up and nodded to the officers. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." He left the briefing room carrying his PADD under one arm.

Trella Fong remained in his seat doing some writing on his PADD. "I have no questions Captain".

by **Richard Wayne** Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:11 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.

Regardless of what anyone said on the matter, Starfleet was held up by sergeants and petty officers. Sure the FNS would always portray brave captains and brilliant admirals but the truth was less glamorous. Officers were merely managers. They gave orders and those beneath them got it done. She liked Danny. He had an...air about him. An ability to get things done with as little jargon as possible. Fong on the other hand was another matter. To Reneé the Bolian was...slimy. Every branch of Starfleet had the type; they had eyes on higher matters.

She listened to them both speak with a small frown. The acting captain had some limited knowledge about a ship's workings but she had to rely on what she was being told. Time. It was all about time. Everything had to be working in some way for the Breen's return otherwise it was going to be a short patrol.

"I'll remember that guarantee Lieutenant." she told him icily. "I'll remember it well. Aside from the obvious problems I'm aware that your engineers may be hungry. Operations Officers will be going around with ration pack boxes and stove heaters. Keep your men working, make them eat at the same time if they have to. Also...make sure Chief Sullivan's men and any other dead are covered with blankets. We've got no time to ferry the dead to the morgue but simple dignity wouldn't go amiss. They're Starfleet."

Reneé stood up and placed her hands behind her back. "Is there any further questions?"

Sullivan shook his head. "No questions here Captain." He stood up and nodded to the officers. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." He left the briefing room carrying his PADD under one arm.

Trella Fong remained in his seat doing some writing on his PADD. "I have no questions Captain".

Richard was sitting back part taking in his new crew it had been a few years since he had been on a starship and this crew seemed to have a good head on their shoulders. "I have nothing further, Ma'am. I think Lt Dougherty and I have a lot of data to go through and even with us being semi hided in this nebula so are they and if they find us before we are ready it could spell trouble." Richard gave a nod to the CSO and awaited being dismissed.

by Guest Sat Dec 22, 2012 4:27 pm

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.

Regardless of what anyone said on the matter, Starfleet was held up by sergeants and petty officers. Sure the FNS would always portray brave captains and brilliant admirals but the truth was less glamorous. Officers were merely managers. They gave orders and those beneath them got it done. She liked Danny. He had an...air about him. An ability to get things done with as little jargon as possible. Fong on the other hand was another matter. To Reneé the Bolian was...slimy. Every branch of Starfleet had the type; they had eyes on higher matters.

She listened to them both speak with a small frown. The acting captain had some limited knowledge about a ship's workings but she had to rely on what she was being told. Time. It was all about time. Everything had to be working in some way for the Breen's return otherwise it was going to be a short patrol.

"I'll remember that guarantee Lieutenant." she told him icily. "I'll remember it well. Aside from the obvious problems I'm aware that your engineers may be hungry. Operations Officers will be going around with ration pack boxes and stove heaters. Keep your men working, make them eat at the same time if they have to. Also...make sure Chief Sullivan's men and any other dead are covered with blankets. We've got no time to ferry the dead to the morgue but simple dignity wouldn't go amiss. They're Starfleet."

Reneé stood up and placed her hands behind her back. "Is there any further questions?"

Sullivan shook his head. "No questions here Captain." He stood up and nodded to the officers. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." He left the briefing room carrying his PADD under one arm.

Trella Fong remained in his seat doing some writing on his PADD. "I have no questions Captain".

Richard was sitting back part taking in his new crew it had been a few years since he had been on a starship and this crew seemed to have a good head on their shoulders. "I have nothing further, Ma'am. I think Lt Dougherty and I have a lot of data to go through and even with us being semi hided in this nebula so are they and if they find us before we are ready it could spell trouble." Richard gave a nod to the CSO and awaited being dismissed.

Antoine Wercheg was sitting in his seat properly, and gave a slight "no Ma'am," on the matter of questions for the captain. The lieutenant gave Fong and Sullivan a warm smile as he adjusted himself to be ready to get up. "I suppose I'll be helping you guys get your men fed as well. Just point me wherever I'm needed, Chief Sullivan," Wercheg said, as if they were already down in the belly of the ship. Wercheg was indeed very curious to see what it was like there, and relaxed himself to a more relaxed position as to not seem antsy to leave the presence of the acting captain.

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by **Reneé Lucas** Sun Dec 23, 2012 12:15 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Briefing Room
||0903
||Day 1

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when Reneé was sitting in the dimly lit briefing room with a mug of ration pack caramel hot chocolate. Around this time on base she would be on training exercises with her company. Instead she was huddled at the top of a briefing table on a starship far from home. The memories of distant days seemed even more distant as she had to rely on ration pack drinks to keep her energy levels up. What happened on the bridge had drained her yet she had to keep up the look of being in command.

After all. There was a meeting to be had.

It had taken Richard a considerable amount of time to get from sickbay to the conference room, and he is gonna have to write one hell of a fact file for Petty Officer Stormer helping him make his way there in one piece but he had made it. Richard turned to Stormer "Thanks for the assist I got it from here." with that Richard straightened his uniform and entered the room.

Once in he found Marine Captain Lucas at the head of the table and that he was the first one to make it. He had gone over some action reports on the trip and had a general understanding of the situation and where they stood. "Lt.jg Wayne reporting for active duty sorry I missed the fight, maam!"

She nodded as she sipped at her mug, looking at the man. "I trust you're fit to resume duty with your medical discharge papers all signed by the medical staff?" she asked before tilting her head. "Not that it'll matter if we don't get out of here. Take a seat lieutenant."

Richard gave her a sly look she already knew he was here against the will of Medical but seeing as his own Security team was not going to stop him here he was. He took a seat very gingerly.

Danny had to climb all the way from Deck 20 and when he finally arrived on Deck 1 he was out of breath. He took a few minutes and leaned against the bulkhead to catch his breath. His hair was sweat soaked and out of place and the nasty gash across his forehead and the other one across his cheek was still bleeding. His face was dirty and grimy as was his uniform which still reeked of smoke. He had washed his face in the head but it would take further scrubbing to clean it all off. He found the briefing room and walked in as the door opened.

Sitting in chairs in front of him he saw Captain Lucas and a JG that he didn't know. He brought himself to attention.
"Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan reporting as ordered".

The acting captain looked at the NCO and blinked at how he looked. Blood, grime and sweat was on his face and the man seemed to be ragged out of breath. "Take a seat Chief." she said with a voice laced with some concern. Being on the bridge would take the reality away from a situation. No matter how bad the reports sound it's never as bad when you're down below.

"I'd offer you something but the replicators seem to be on the blink. I expected Fong to be here."

As if on cue, LTJG Trella Fong slipped in the doorway. He looked immaculate as if he just stepped out of the shower. "I hope I am not late I stopped at my quarters and changed uniforms and washed my face. That grime is hard....." He trailed off as he took a glance at Chief Sullivan. He closed his mouth and took a seat far away from the Damage Control Chief.

This is what happens when you let enlisted men come to officer briefings. The man couldn't even take the time to wash up before coming up here. Showing up here all dirty and bloody, this is an officer briefing! He hoped Captain Lucas would put him in his place and send him back to his quarters for a shower and a change of uniform.

Sullivan took a seat next to the Captain and across the table from Fong. "Thank you Captain, I am fine. The guys down below however would like a hot meal as soon as we can get it to them. They have been working hard". As he said that he shot daggers at Fong.

"I'll have ration packs and heaters send down to them after this briefing. I want your damage control teams to know I appreciate their hard work." she told Daniel before looking at the Bolian who stepped through the door. Unlike the NCO, he had a...crispness to him which did little to endear Reneé to the man. Anyone who took time to shower when the situation was coming down around everyone else's ears.

She looked at the man and pinched her brow for whatever reason before leaning back into the head seat. "Nice of you to join Lieutenant Fong. Next time I summon you for a briefing you will remember to be here at haste. As you can tell from the look of Mister Sullivan not all of us meander when duty calls."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Wercheg was just entering the meeting room. He had been slightly busy entering data logs and other menial tedium into the computer. He thought he'd have been fast enough to get it all entered before anyone would notice his absence from the meeting.

Antoine entered through the pneumatic doors, hands behind his back. He wasn't too late. It seemed Wercheg was on time from the fact that there were still some personnel missing. "Ah, sorry to be late, Acting Captain. If you don't mind my saying so, I don't think we've had the opportunity to formally meet," Wercheg said in a gentlemanly voice, nothing at all like the voice he was using mere hours ago.

He hadn't really chatted with the Executive Officer of the ship before, as he had given no real thought to what would happen if the Captain had gotten killed or injured. He had, of course run into her when duty called for him too, but Antoine was a little nervous of fraternizing with a Marine. It wasn't that he was intimidated, it was... okay, he was intimidated.

"Lieutenant J.G Wercheg, at your service." Antoine said with a smile, outstretching a hand with a smile to Reneé.

The way Wercheg walked up to her and offered his hand along with an introduction caught Reneé off guard. She had expected him to make an excuse, report for duty and then sit down. Instead he was making himself known to her and that was something she would no doubt have to get used to for the time being. The man was offering his hand in the midst of a crisis. Still, Reneé remembered that the man was in a purple shirt and thus talking would no doubt be a natural thing to him.

She could use Wercheg as a barrier during diplomatic meetings and functions were her lack of tact would case an interstellar incident. Also to spurn him in front of the senior crew would be a bad idea. "A pleasure Lieutenant. I'm Marine Captain Lucas. Acting officer...as it were." she said as she shook his hand for a moment after standing up, sitting down after releasing it.

"I was impressed by your performance on the bridge. Shame the Breen didn't buy it. Maybe if we start some theatrics as a crew hobby you can cast the lead." she said in a joke to ease the tension. "Take a seat Mister Wercheg."

As Ltjg Wecheg had a seat Richard turned his attention to him and looked at his PADD again. "Wait you're the one that had the idea to blind and decommission the Breen??"

Antoine crossed his arms and gave a frown to the yellow-shirted individual who had adressed him. Whereas he was thankful for the XO's acceptance, he was put off by the man's choice of words. Wercheg laughed and let his frown relax back into a smile. "Well, it wasn't entirely my idea. Our CSO was the one who came up with the Aceton beam idea," he said, making a finger-gun and 'shooting' Lieutenant Wayne with it.

"If they hadn't caught us with our pants down, they really might have bought it too," Wercheg sighed, "but yes, part of the blame is mine, if you want to look at it that way," the young lieutenant had conceded.

Richard was getting the feeling he was taken wrong. "No blame is to be had was a great move wish I had thought of it. They are lucky they called the bluff, Breen are not usually that tactical. Just was surprised coming from a purple coat I can see you're more then meets the eye."

When Oliver walked through the door he noticed that he was the last of the senior staff, as it were to arrive. He was usually more punctual but he had to get as much intelligence gathered as possible from Starfleet intelligence. He needed to know who all else was out there and how to get these Breen brought down a peg.

He took a seat seat to the right of Captain Lucas.

"Now that we're all here..." she said with a sight, placing her hands in front of her to clasp them on the table. "For those of you who aren't fully up to speed or are currently in denial about out situation...we're being hunted by a Breen warship. We intercepted it crossing the border. It came at us with weapons and shields charged. Now we're hiding in a nebula and close to throwing rocks at them. First I want to hear what Lieutenant Fong as to say about status as a whole. If you would, lieutenant?"

"Absolutely Captain, the engines are online both warp and impulse. As you are well aware the forward phaser emitter is completely burned out. We still have power but as you can see the lights are still out except for the back ups. We have dorsal sensors but the laterals are still down and last I checked we have 35% on the shields. Within an hour we can have shield strength at 65%." He leaned back with a smug smile.

"Not good enough lieutenant I want shield strength to be at least 75% for the next time we come into contact with the Breen. Also see what do can do about the lateral sensors. Lieutenant Wayne is going to need all the targeting data he can get. Lieutenant Dougherty will assist in analyzing all known documents on Breen warships for possible weaknesses."

Reneé paused to look over her senior crew before taking in a breath. "Lieutenant Wercheg...despite your performance on the bridge there won't be much for you do to once the shooting starts....maybe you can aid in getting the wounded to sickbay or perhaps the chief here could put you to work?"

Oliver looked into the faces of the rest of the senior staff, into their eyes, one by one. He felt at ease with this crew with the exception of Lieutenant Fong. He was a sniveling little... own voice trailed off in his head. He needed to focus. "Lieutenant Wayne, I'll start searching records from the Dominion War for weaknesses in their defensive systems, unless you need my help with something else."

"That settles one part of the problem." stated Reneé before taking another sip from her steaming mug. "However, I'm still waiting to hear what Mister Fong has to say about his low projections. I need my ship in a much better condition to deal with the Breen."

Danny perked his head up at the mention of "chief". The Captain was saying something about LT Wercheg working for him. He let the CSO/XO finish speaking before he put his two cents in. "I am pretty sure LT Wercheg would be useful down in Engineering. If anything it would give him a chance to see how the other half lives". He gave Wercheg a smile and a wink. "On the other matters Captain, Main power should be restored with in an hour or two. The lateral arrays and the shields shouldn't take much longer after that. Oh, and you can forget about the forward phaser emitter; it is done for. That is the least of my worries. My main concern right now is manpower. I have seven dead damage controlmen. That is a large chunk of my operations." He looked around the table at the officers seated there. " We only have so many personnel...."

Trella Fong sat back and listened to the Chief speak. He gave a snort as the Chief began his tirade about personnel shortages. There wouldn't be any shortages if you just worked the crew harder. Fong thought about how he was going to have the shields up to the level the Captain wanted. Sullivan was saying something about using three teams. One to work on the sensors, one for the shields, and one more to finish shoring up the structural failures that had occurred due to the attack. If Fong pulled men from Sullivan's teams to work on his sensor team then he would be in a position to meet his goal. It just might work. He tuned back in to hear the end of Sullivan's speech.

"......It will be hard Captain, but it can be done. I will keep you informed. I believe Mister Fong is in a better position to speak about the shield strength then I am." He motioned with his hand towards the Bolian officer. "Sir? If you please". With that said Sullivan gave one more glance around the table and sat down.

Fong gave Sullivan an icy look as he stood up. "Thank you Chief." his voice on the verge of dripping with sarcasm. "To answer your question Captain we have crews working around the clock on getting our shields up to the strength you request. Chief Sullivan has a vast knowledge on damage control and repair and has proven to be a valuable resource to the Engineering department." That's the ticket Trella. Dump praise on the man and when he can't deliver swoop in and reap the rewards. "Your shields will be up and running when you need them. I guarantee." He beamed at the officers sitting at the table.

Regardless of what anyone said on the matter, Starfleet was held up by sergeants and petty officers. Sure the FNS would always portray brave captains and brilliant admirals but the truth was less glamorous. Officers were merely managers. They gave orders and those beneath them got it done. She liked Danny. He had an...air about him. An ability to get things done with as little jargon as possible. Fong on the other hand was another matter. To Reneé the Bolian was...slimy. Every branch of Starfleet had the type; they had eyes on higher matters.

She listened to them both speak with a small frown. The acting captain had some limited knowledge about a ship's workings but she had to rely on what she was being told. Time. It was all about time. Everything had to be working in some way for the Breen's return otherwise it was going to be a short patrol.

"I'll remember that guarantee Lieutenant." she told him icily. "I'll remember it well. Aside from the obvious problems I'm aware that your engineers may be hungry. Operations Officers will be going around with ration pack boxes and stove heaters. Keep your men working, make them eat at the same time if they have to. Also...make sure Chief Sullivan's men and any other dead are covered with blankets. We've got no time to ferry the dead to the morgue but simple dignity wouldn't go amiss. They're Starfleet."

Reneé stood up and placed her hands behind her back. "Is there any further questions?"

Sullivan shook his head. "No questions here Captain." He stood up and nodded to the officers. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." He left the briefing room carrying his PADD under one arm.

Trella Fong remained in his seat doing some writing on his PADD. "I have no questions Captain".

Richard was sitting back part taking in his new crew it had been a few years since he had been on a starship and this crew seemed to have a good head on their shoulders. "I have nothing further, Ma'am. I think Lt Dougherty and I have a lot of data to go through and even with us being semi hided in this nebula so are they and if they find us before we are ready it could spell trouble." Richard gave a nod to the CSO and awaited being dismissed.

Antoine Wercheg was sitting in his seat properly, and gave a slight "no Ma'am," on the matter of questions for the captain. The lieutenant gave Fong and Sullivan a warm smile as he adjusted himself to be ready to get up. "I suppose I'll be helping you guys get your men fed as well. Just point me wherever I'm needed, Chief Sullivan," Wercheg said, as if they were already down in the belly of the ship. Wercheg was indeed very curious to see what it was like there, and relaxed himself to a more relaxed position as to not seem antsy to leave the presence of the acting captain.

"Alright." she growled. "Dismissed!"

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