First Senior Staff Meeting under Takahashi (Part 1)

Posted on Mon Dec 20th, 2021 @ 2:18pm by Captain Maho Takahashi & Commander Keisuke Takahashi 'K.T.' & Commander Elisabeth Churchill & Commander Ichika Misono & Lieutenant Commander Brandon Pratt & Lieutenant Adélie Anders PhD & Lieutenant JG Jane Sinclair & Lieutenant Alisha Reno

1,047 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Handling the Fallout
Location: Conference Room, Deck 1
Timeline: About 1 hour after "Meeting with the Ambassador"

Now that the Klingon's wishes had been met, it was time to let the senior staff in on the Myogi's next assignment. Maho had attended senior staff meetings before as the Executive Officer, but this was her first time as Commanding Officer; and to make matters worse, this was an almost entirely new senior staff she would be addressing. Maho had planned for an hour window between the command staff's briefing with Vro'LakH and the subsequent senior staff meeting, which as it turned out, was just enough time for Maho to return to her quarters and throw up the light breakfast she had had.

So much for prenatal vitamins... Maho thought as she returned to the conference room.

When Maho reentered the conference room, she discovered that someone had slipped in while she had been gone; a blonde woman wearing both the purple of a diplomatic corpsman and a Victorian era piece of headgear sat in one of the chairs, playing with her hair.

"So, it would seem someone decided to show up early." Maho said, alerting the blonde, who turned and rose up to greet her.

"Captain?" She asked. "I don't believe we've met before:" She offered a hand. "Elisabeth Churchill, your acting Chief Diplomatic Officer."

Maho accepted Elisabeth's extended hand.

"Maho Takahashi:" She said, shaking Elisabeth's hand not as firmly as she would have liked.

"Goodness, you look dreadful:" Elisabeth commented. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine." Maho responded, walking to resume her seat from the previous briefing. "There's hardly anything left in my system, anyway. I just hope that was enough time for the prenatal vitamins to kick in."

"Apologies if I'm a few minutes late, Captain," Commander Misono announced as she stepped into the conference room, PaDD already in hand. "I spent the last few hours going over the incident reports that Vice Admiral Statler was kind enough to furnish us and compiled a timeline of events..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked up to see the look of fatigue in Maho's eyes.

"My God," she gasped. "You look like death itself; You gonna be well enough to give this debriefing, or shall I take over for you?"

"She'll be fine;" Keisuke responded as he made his way in, having overheard Commander Misono's comment as he approached. "If there's one thing that I know about her, its her resilience. She might look frail now, but she'll be back to herself in time; we're still figuring out what she can and can't eat, what provokes the morning sickness and whatnot."

Maho nodded.

"What he said:" She added. "I'm no baby...

"Well, if you insist..." Commander Misono relented, reluctant as she may have been to do so. "Just don't push yourself, Captain."

Elisabeth bit her lip as she sized Keisuke up and down.

Oh, my... She thought to herself. Commander Takahashi, you do have great taste...

Brandon had entered the briefing room along with a messenger bag saddled to his right side shoulder.

“Captain, Commander.” Pratt had snapped a sharp one-off salute of respect as he passed by them.

The silver stainless mug of hot coffee as Brandon meandered through the seats and took a spot a the table. He flexed his shoulders upward and cracked his knuckles, relaxing his self into the place.

This would be an exciting mission synopsis, as Pratt was more than ready for a mission.

Next in the door was Jane, having come from the bridge. She watched a few crew make their way into the conference room first, but she had to wait for relief before she could leave her post. Even stationary inside Spacedock, physically attached to the station by umbilicals and gangways, the helm station was to be manned at all times. Once Takumi arrived to take her spot, she vacated the seat and followed Brandon Pratt into the conference room.

"Good day, Captain, Commanders, Lieutenant" she said, nodding to people as she sat in an empty seat. She also noticed the Captain's sickly appearance but said nothing.

Satt walked in, PaDD in one hand, Bolian tea in another. He had tried to pick the most odourless one, but he wondered at the success of it. He knew from long experience that not everyone could stomach the taste of Bolarus' unique gastronomy. He gave a brusque nod to most in the room, favoured Jane with smile after their encounter the other day.

Cursing to herself in her head, Alisha held several PADDs that were threatening to escape her clutches as she entered the conference room only a few steps behind the Bolian. She was one of the later ones, which was against her own nature, but she’d gotten carried away with a few things, then the reports had come into her queue and she’d barely had time to skim the bare highlights before this meeting had been called. What a way to have to potentially present informed data and opinions than on no notice or time whatsoever. “Good news, I’ve got everything for dinner, just needs putting together with some prep.” She told Jane as she slid into the chair next to her, giving the PADDs their freedom before gathering them into a tidy pile and keying one on to start looking more in depth before the meeting got called to order. She did spare a moment to smile broadly at Jane, though, “Should be really good!”

“Looking forward to it,” Jane said, returning the wide smile. “Is 1930 still good?”

“You bet it is!” Alisha’s eyes lit up at how eager Jane was looking about the upcoming dinner… Or was it a date? Not for the first time Alisha wished she’d been born a Betazoid and had the ability to feel others’ emotions, but alas, “I’ll be there on time, right on the tick!”

Adélie was not known for arriving to things early. Still, he was surprised when he arrived to this meeting at all. The half-Vulcan took the closest empty seat, too caught up in thinking about a math problem from this morning to take much notice of anybody else.

To be continued...

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