Ibn Sinna - Puritan's Pleasure - Mission Posts

[Solluk]

Prologue

Silgram Beta II, Capitol City, Chapel of Ministers

A hologram played in the middle of the austere Ministerial chamber.  Here, more than any other place on the planet, luxury was kept to a minimum.  The walls were gray stone.  The chairs were simple carved wood.   The buttons on the center console of the room were as bland as they could be while still indicating their function.

The only real flair of color besides the contents of the hologram was contained on the bright tapestries along the walls.  They depicted scenes from the Holy Tomes:  Silgram and the Prophet.  The Prophet and the Krynbeast.   The Prophet being Tempted by Tarada.   The Prophet casting Tarada into the Chasm.  They were woven with fabrics of green and yellow and red.

There was red in the hologram, too.  Too much red.

In the image, a Silgram's Sword special operations team was gunning down scores of citizens with their pulse plasma rifles.  Fire and bloody steam dominated a scene where wails of pain and wild screams of anger bellowed forth in an endless cacophony.  It was hard to watch, even for those seeing it for the second time.  In one flash of violent action, a pregnant woman wielding a large kitchen knife was shot in her belly.   And yet still she came.  The battle devolved into a melee as she struggled to stab the Captain who had blasted her, and the exposed contents of her body spilled out towards the helmet-cam as the soldier was knocked prone.

"That is quite enough," the Azbal said, and the image was frozen in that horrifying moment.  He turned his face, gritting his teeth.  "For Silgram's Sake, Don't just freeze it!  Shut it Off!"

Blessedly, the holo finally winked out... though many present could not wipe the horrific frame from their inner eyes.

The Defense Minister, identifiable in his gray cloak thanks to a single silver thread that ran through his garment, spoke up.  "Similar uprisings are occurring in most of the major cities worldwide.  We haven't seen them here, yet, but people are beginning to report flu-like symptoms, which is the first stage of the illness.  Within weeks, we can expect violence here, in the Capitol.  Once it begins, it will soon become impossible to contain."

Azbal Sor Silam waved off the defense minister, "Yes, I think we understand.   What progress on the medical front?"

The Chief Mender of the Silgram Purity, Sark Kazor, stood up, taking the place of the Defense Minister.   His plain robes sported a single green thread, denoting his high rank in the government as well as his devotion to the medical sciences.  "Precious little, I'm afraid.   We've identified the source of the infection:  A Rigellian trader who came to the Grandan Starport a month ago.  But the treatments he recommended, as well as those we lifted from his freighter's databanks, do not work on our people.   He has improved, and meanwhile our entire populace is on the cusp of ruin.  We've grown increasingly bold in our treatment options, but to no avail.  It seems unlikely that we will solve this medical emergency before it consumes us."

Murmurs of alarm spread through the chamber.   The Azbal sighed, dipping his head in resignation.  The domed orange hat on his head- the most ostentatious form of dress in the room, threatened to fall off.   But, finally, he lifted his head again.

"Speaker Sollow," he summoned.

The Speaker came up out of his chair, and the Chief Mender sat back down.   Everyone knew what was coming.  Zisas Sollow had frequently advocated for closer ties to the Federation.  He did not think his outreach would be accepted under such dire circumstances, however.

"Send a message to the Federation," the Azbal ordered, "Priority One.  Tell them we have a medical emergency.  Ask them.... No.   Beg them-"

Gasps of shock toured the chamber.

"Beg them," the Azbal repeated, "for immediate assistance."

The Speaker bowed, the single white thread in his gray garment catching the light, "Immediately, my Azbal."

And so it was that the fierce independence of the Silgram Purity was brought to its end.

But, by Silgram's Will, not its people.

"Oh, Lord, not our people," the Azbal murmured aloud.   But his words were lost in the louder conversations rising throughout the room.  He closed his eyes as the alarmed voices consumed any semblance of peace that might have once graced these chambers.

Well... let them have their alarm.   It is better than Genocide.

[Lizzie Vaughan]

Captains Ready Room

Lizzie sat at her desk, going through the extensive paperwork involving this brand new vessel. The Ibn Sinna, commissioned only a month earlier was currently docked at Starbase 259 where the crew would board before heading out on their shakedown cruise. she had been incredibly honoured to be selected as this ships Captain, but as one of the few Medical Officers who had risen to the position of ships Captain, she was a obvious choice.

Being a new ship, the Ibn Sinna still had plenty of bugs to iron out, something her engineers were keeping her fully apprised of. Once the shakedown cruise was complete, she figured they would be used primarily as disaster relief. Something she had plenty of experience in.

She had just poured herself another glass of lemon iced tea before getting started on the next in the pile of PADDs when the call came in.

Bridge to Captain. We have a priority one signal from Starfleet Command for you. The duty Bridge officer reported.

Put it through. She replied.

Aye Captain.

Seconds later her console beeped. Activating it, she saw 3 people sitting round a table. The first was Rear Admiral Joyce, head of Starfleet Medical. The second was Vice Admiral T'Varr, the flag officer in charge of the medical fleet and the final one was unfamiliar, he was a grizzled man in his 60's with the look of a veteran, though he wore the uniform of a full Admiral.

"Captain." The unknown Admiral greeted her. "I am Admiral O'Neill and I'm sure you know my two colleagues."

Lizzie immediately recognised the name. He was something of a legend in the fleet having made first contact with more species than any other. We was now part of the Diplomatic Corps.

She nodded in greeting, noting the serious expression on the faces of the three Admirals. Well two of them, T'Varr was as expressionless as usual.

"Admiral O'Neill Sir." She replied. "What can I do for you?"

"Is your ship ready for space Captain?"

"All the systems have been cleared Admiral. We are just waiting on a few members of the crew. They should be on board within the next 48 hours." She paused. "I take it we are not going on our planned shakedown cruise?" She asked.

"That would be correct Captain." T'Varr replied. "We have received an urgent request for help from the Silgram Purity. They are apparently experiencing a planet wide epidemic that starts with Flu like symptoms and ends up causing violence. The fact that they have reached out to us shows how serious the problem is. Do you know anything about them?"

Lizzie thought for a moment.

"Off the top of my head, not much. I believe they are a strict religious society who are more than a little xenophobic. I will look up the details. Will we be on our own, or will we have support?"

"You are the only Medical Ship in range Captain." Admiral Joyce replied. "Even the closest Starship is more than a week away and they cannot be spared from their own assignment. You are ordered to depart the station as soon as you can and make best speed to Silgram Beta II. Once there, you are to contact Speaker Sollow who you will be dealing with. Azbal Sor Silam is the person in charge, but it is unlikely that he will speak to you directly.

Lizzie nodded.

"Understood Admiral. We will get to the planet as soon as we can and assess the situation from there."

"You are to use any means you can to assist them Captain. Their support in the area could be vital. But you must also take care not to g against their wishes. They could make more than a little trouble for us if you do!"

"Of course Admiral. I will get right on it."

"Good luck Captain and keep us apprised of your progress!"

Lizzie nodded again.

"Will do Admiral." She replied just before the channel closed.

Lizzie sat back for a few seconds, she hoped the ship would be able to do the job asked of it. There would be no sterner test of a new ship than this. She then opened a channel.

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

Closing the channel, she pulled up all the information in the database about Silgram Beta II and the Silgram Purity.

[Naira]

[USS Ibn Sinna - Science Lab]

"I still don't like the idea."

"You worry too much," she dismissed the concerns of the elderly Klingon. "As I've told you, there's nothing to worry about. This is one of the safest places I could be. I'm on a medical ship rendering aid to a peaceful culture. No one is going to be taken prisoner or held hostage."

He grunted in response.

"It's most likely a common flu!" She rolled her eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. But, if it will make you feel any better..."

She leaned forward and reached for the loaded hypospray sitting on the desk before her. Placing it up to her neck, she injected herself.

"That was a broad-spectrum booster shot of our most common forms of flu in the database. The entire crew is getting one. This is likely nothing more than a case of a formally isolated species finally interacting with the rest of us and catching the illnesses we have all been spreading around for generations. Their medics simply aren't experienced in treating all of these new ailments so that's what I'm here to do. I'll find out what it is, we'll treat them and then I can head back."

"Fine." He was still in a sour mood. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and continued to stare into the screen without speaking.

"If I finish quick enough, I may have time for a quick visit before I'm scheduled to head back to the Athena."

There, that got a smile out of him.

"I really should be going, I have a lot of work to catch up on. We'll talk again later." She promised.

She ended the subspace communication. Pushing off with her feet, she slid the chair she was sitting in away from the monitor and further down the desk. She picked up a padd she had earlier sat down and began to reread the data she had been given on Silgramite biology. She had just begun to skim through the information when her commbadge went off.

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

She grunted. Tucking one hand under her ever-expanding abdomen and the other against the desk for leverage, she slowly rose to her feet. She made sure to bring the padd with her as she slowly made her way out of the lab, into a turbolift and up more than half a dozen decks to the waiting conference room.

[Conference Room]

Naira was one of the first to arrive for the meeting. While normally she might have waited for everyone else to arrive before taking a seat, she reminded herself that this was not the Athena and it was not her job to lead this meeting, she was merely called upon to help. So she took a seat along the long table on poured over the document she had been just hours before.

[Rayek trLhoell]

CPO Rayek
[IBN Sinna - Deck 1 - Bridge]

Rayek was surprised, yet more than a little pleased when Dr. Vaughan.. or rather Captain Vaughan had selected him to join her on her newest command of the IBN Sinna as her Chief of Security.  Rayek would have thought that such a position would have been prime for some young up and coming Lieutenant.  But evidently, Captain Vaughan had some sway in the decision and it was Rayek who got the posting, even as a non-commissioned officer.

Having only boarded yesterday, Rayek had spent most of his first day familiarizing himself with the ships limited weaponry and defenses.  It was worrisome to the paranoid Romulan just how offensively undefended the ship really was.  Yes, he understood that it was a medical vessel first and foremost but Rayek had the impression that it would barely be able to fend off a two-bit Orion pirate if the pirate was the least bit interested in stealing medical supplies.  In contrast though the ships defensive shielding was impressive..  as long as it could be maintained.  Rayek had made a note to himself on his PADD to speak to the Chief Engineer in regards to what readiness the ships back up systems were truly.

If it came to a firefight, there wouldn't be much the Sinna would be able to do other than tuck her tail and run, while nipping at any who chased after her.  Maybe being the Captain's pick wasn't the only reason Rayek got the posting; maybe most commissioned officers were fully aware how futile a position Chief of Security was on such a ship.

Today however, he had set aside that particular concern and was currently reviewing the ships crew personnel files from the Tactical station on the bridge - as the ship didn't have an Armory or Security office area.  There wasn't even a brig on the ship.  If there were infractions - house arrest was the best he could do unless he got inventive with an engineer to re-purpose a lab or something.

Dismissing that frustration as well, he focused back on the Personnel files.. He had started this morning with the Command Crew, then reviewed his security personnel. He was just now part-way into looking over the medical staff when he stilled in surprise at seeing a particular name on a file.  A smile broke over his face.

He couldn't scarcely believe that she had been assigned the Sinna as well, even though it was there on his PADD in black and white.   It had been over a year since he last saw her, though they did send holo-messages every few months as missions permitted.  It would be good to see her again.   He wondered what she would think of him being in charge of Security.

His musings were interrupted by a chirp from his commbadge.

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

Rayek tapped his comm in response.
"Acknowledged."
He closed the screen on his small PADD, and tucked the electronic into a pouch on his duty belt as he headed for the briefing room.

[Deck 1 - Conference/Briefing Room]

Rayek entered the briefing room and took note that Commander Naira was already present.

Rayek nodded his head towards the Orion officer.  "Commander" he greeted politely as he took a seat across the table from her.  He had worked with the Commander once before during a Classified strategic summit of sorts.  She had proven to been quite intelligent and capable at the time. Rayek had no complaints about working with her again. He was actually looking forward to it. 

[Rennan Protheus]

[Ops Office]

Rennan tapped away at the console in front of him checking the cargo manifests. What precious little couldn't be replicated now, there was however a large amount of medicines onboard that the replicators were unable to synthesise. He had a crewman outside their cold storage at all times, and medical had medical technician at the same station too. He hoped that at no point the temperature fell, he wandered how scary a mob of doctors could be and chuckled at the thought.

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

Another readiness check Rennan thought, they'd been running them all week as the crew built up to their shakedown cruise. Rennan collected his PADD and left the office nodding to the smattering of ops personnel spread throughout.

Arriving at the conference room took him longer than he'd of liked, he stopped at his quarters and grabbed a tea and then onroute he was waylaid again talking to one of his officers. It was nearly 15 minutes before he finally made it as the third to arrive.

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[IBN Sinna - Chapel]

Adeyemi was not a man who required luxury, or condoned it. For clothing, he wore a simple, long smock with white collar. For food, he consumed sparingly and did not overindulge. He did not mingle with the opposite sex if they were not married and he kept his quarters sparse.

So when the brass in Starfleet had appointed him chaplain on the Ibn Sinna they had assigned him to spacious, tasteful quarters as befit a former admiral. Adeyemi's house of God was a diminutive former auxiliary cargo area, long fallen into disuse. Adeyemi had immediately swapped his quarters for his chapel, and taken refuge on the cold, hard deck of the small cargo area. The tasteful quarters were stripped of all their frippery and turned into a proper place of worship. The only decoration it had was a crucifix.

Adeyemi glanced up at it now: raw wood, nearly a meter tall, with a brass Christ affixed to it. His body was writhing in agony, and His eyes were cast down at those below him in fury. It was from his former chapel, a tiny hut high in the Tibetan mountains. Just remembering his former assignment, a wayfarer's rest for Christians in that part of the world, made Adeyemi smile fondly.

There was a call for senior officers. Usually, Adeymei would take it upon himself to attend, wanted or not. He did not shy away from conflict, which on the Ibn Sinna was plentiful. He was a former admiral now tasked with saving souls, and not everyone knew they needed to be saved. It was his job to remind them, and to be there to save the souls of aliens, as well. They were all part of God's wondrous creation.

However, the meeting was likely something tactical, scientific, or medical. Something out of his range of expertise or care. Instead, the former admiral turned chaplain, or prophet if you wanted to get right down to it, resumed reading his Bible. Through it, his soul would have secured its place in Heaven, and through it he would save the souls of those aboard, like it or not.

[Calandra Trilarck]

[ IBN Sinna - Sickbay - Deck 13 ]

Calandra remembered the way Doctor Meadow's eyes had stared intently into her own. Her words echoed aloud in Calandra's mind, "I see a lot of myself in you, Calandra. I started my career off as a counselor, but I eventually thought being a Doctor would be more exciting." Prior to their embarking on the re-fitted Shran, Meadows had uttered these very words to her subordinate, "You've seen me, you've seen how I work. I don't believe for a second you wouldn't be just as good as I was, if not better." If being less emotional equaled better then perhaps Calandra would one day become a better doctor than Meadows. However, Meadow's connection to her emotions was what made her an excellent physician.

Calandra squared her shoulders while the doors of Deck 13's Sickbay slid open, her lips pursing to the side as her thoughts continued to tumble forward. There was little activity in the Sickbay, mostly nurses and EMH's working to prep the Sickbay for the incoming patients. Like on the Shran-A, there was no counselor's station, instead she was relegated to a small console tucked in the far corner of the room. She adjusted the strap of the Starfleet issued satchel that housed her PADD at her hip. "I think you should go take a residency on that ship. Maybe you'll learn something." The 'think' in that sentence indicated that Meadows' suggestion was actually wrapped up as an order.

And here she was. The counselor brought the strap of the satchel over her head as she set it down at the console. She pressed a button underneath the monitor and watched her screen come to life. "Computer, access Counselor Station Trilarck-Nu-4-Epsilon," and she sat down at a chair in front of the console's desk. From the computer's logs, she noted that a meeting with the senior staff was scheduled for the morning. With there being no head counselor to report to, the counselors were relegated to working under the CMO with the doctors and other medical staff.

Glancing at the time, she calculated that she had about fifteen minutes to arrive in the captain's ready room for the debriefing on the Sinna's mission. She opened a drawer at the console's desk and smirked, pulling out a psycho-tricorder that had been provided to her. Satisfied with her new equipment, she switched out her standard tricorder and tucked psycho-tricorder into a holster at her belt. Standing up from her seat, she adjusted the bottom half of her tunic and made her way out of the medbay.

[ IBN Sinna - Chapel ]

On the way to the turbolift, Calandra passed by the first cargo bay quickly. However, upon passing the second, it opened almost like divine intervention. Or perhaps the door's sensors caught a whiff of her body's heat, she wasn't sure. Something out of the corner of her made her stop dead in her tracks and the counselor cocked her head inside the second cargo bay, which had the appearance of a simple chapel in the bowels of the ship. The counselor debated with herself as to whether she should do some investigating or not. Biting her lip, she took a step inside.

The counselor's eyes were fixed on the human symbol of the cross, with their deity hanging from it by two nails in his hands. Calandra, having grown up on Earth, was familiar with Christianity from a scholarly standpoint. Yet, there was something about the imagery that was terribly moving and terrifying at the same time. Halii had no central religion, people of the farmland believed in old deities, people of the city believed in a singular deity of good fortune, and some people chose not to believe at all. Her foot steps echoed in the small chapel as she made her way down the center aisle that was flanked by pews on either side.

Calandra noticed the back of a man's head, focused up at the slain son of God. An unsettling pang rippled through her gut but she could sense no sort of malevolent emotion ebbing off of him. Instead, there was peace. Tranquility. She walked over to the pew where he sat, her eyes fixed on a set of candles adorning a small altar.  She cleared her throat, "Is this a small holodeck?" She peered over to the robed man, adorned in white, until her eyes widened once she put the face with the name. "Admiral!" And she saluted stiffly.

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[ IBN Sinna - Chapel ]

On the way to the turbolift, Calandra passed by the first cargo bay quickly. However, upon passing the second, it opened almost like divine intervention. Or perhaps the door's sensors caught a whiff of her body's heat, she wasn't sure. Something out of the corner of her made her stop dead in her tracks and the counselor cocked her head inside the second cargo bay, which had the appearance of a simple chapel in the bowels of the ship. The counselor debated with herself as to whether she should do some investigating or not. Biting her lip, she took a step inside.

The counselor's eyes were fixed on the human symbol of the cross, with their deity hanging from it by two nails in his hands. Calandra, having grown up on Earth, was familiar with Christianity from a scholarly standpoint. Yet, there was something about the imagery that was terribly moving and terrifying at the same time. Halii had no central religion, people of the farmland believed in old deities, people of the city believed in a singular deity of good fortune, and some people chose not to believe at all. Her foot steps echoed in the small chapel as she made her way down the center aisle that was flanked by pews on either side.

Calandra noticed the back of a man's head, focused up at the slain son of God. An unsettling pang rippled through her gut but she could sense no sort of malevolent emotion ebbing off of him. Instead, there was peace. Tranquility. She walked over to the pew where he sat, her eyes fixed on a set of candles adorning a small altar.  She cleared her throat, "Is this a small holodeck?" She peered over to the robed man, adorned in white, until her eyes widened once she put the face with the name. "Admiral!" And she saluted stiffly.

[ IBN Sinna - Chapel ]

The loud voice made Adeyemi frown. With a reverent snap, he shut his Bible, and stood to see who was accosting him.

"I'm no longer an admiral, petty officer," Adeyemi intoned. "Don't show me reverence. Show reverence to the Lord."

His voice was a queer mixture of accents: underlying it was a musical but tough Nigerian sing song. Layered on top was working class London in all of its honking glory. And over that was a bit of polish, something he'd picked up over a career in Starfleet and ministry.

"This is the house of God and all are welcome," He said sharply, sounding not welcome at all. "Now. Who comes to hear the word of God?"

The tone, the body language, the demand. If Adeyemi wasn't an admiral any longer he was certainly doing a fair impression of one. The dark eyes took in the newcomer with just a touch less severity than the eyes of the tortured man nailed to the cross.

[Ian Galloway]

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

Ian stood up at the captain's message sounded and nodded to the duty conn office as he headed for the conference room. He took a seat in the middle of the table with his back to the view ports so that he could watch the others arrive and because he'd never been a fan of having his back to a door. New to the ship and the crew, he simply waited for the briefing began.

[Alexander Wu]

[Personal Office]

What have they gotten me into this time? Unlike most members of the crew, Alex knew his time onboard was finite, a temporary assignment away from Discovery as Starfleet delved into a field that some considered in it's infancy; interstellar humanitarianism as a full time mission. While they had responded to calls for aid before, it had usually been with multipurpose starships, or indeed anything with a warp engine and a replicator. Hospital ships were still far and few inbetween, understandably so with all the recent major conflicts. Now though, it seemed like they had finally decided to refocus on one of their founding pillars.

When he first purveyed the ship's roster, Alex hadn't been surprised as to who was topping the list. Elizabeth Vaughan had always been an ambitious officer, blossoming from the young doctor to a formidable force both in and out of sickbay. He was glad she was being given the opportunity to prove herself. He didn't recognize her XO, though he did know Solluk was a recent addition to the third pip club. It was an interesting dynamic, placing two rookie command officers together, but it seemed like Starfleet had stacked the cards to help them succeed. If Vaughan needed any advice, she wouldn't have to go far. The senior officers combined had a century of experience put together.

Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

Getting to his feet, Alex quickly stopped at the replicator for a mug of coffee before heading out. Ardyn would've killed him back on Discovery if she saw him with a cup of the delicious brew while she couldn't have any. The smell made her sick.

[Conference Room]

Strolling in, Alex was equal parts content that he wasn't the first, nor the last to arrive. Giving the others a friendly nod and smile as he sat down next to a Chief, he cheerily took a sip from his mug. "Good morning."

[Calandra Trilarck]

[ IBN Sinna - Chapel ]

The sound of the heavy Bible closing shut echoed off the walls of the small chapel followed by the sound of the heavy tome being set on the pew. Apparently, the former Admiral turned chaplain did not enjoy being interrupted during his time of worship. The counselor lifted her chin slightly in a more regal gesture as Adeyemi stood up to face the woman who had intruded on his private moment alone. She lengthened her neck as a way to distract herself from the faint nervousness that had settled in her gut.

The counselor didn't flinch as she was chastised for addressing him by his former rank. For someone who didn't care for a title, he was very quick to address her by her own station. Starfleet operated through its own hierarchy of ranks, despite his own being stripped for a more humble title, he would always be an admiral. The counselor bit her lip to keep her from lashing out or laughing at the suggestion of showing reverence to a God that she didn't believe in. Outwardly, it appeared as if she was taking the Adeyemi's chiding to heart. She dipped her head in mild reverence before lifting it back up again to meet his gaze.

Despite her Haliian heritage, she attended St. Ignatius' College Preparatory School in San Francisco which provided her with a prestigious education. As the daughter of Halii's Ambassador, she had been provided with all the luxuries that money and prestige could purchase but it left her with an empty feeling during her teenage years. Had she found comfort in religion or structure, she might have not been tempted to join the Maquis after meeting Michael, her first and only great love. Standing in this chapel reminded her of her youth but she pushed away the the thoughts threatening to take over.

Although he claimed the house of God to be welcoming, his tone clearly indicated that she was not wanted here. Out of the corner of her eye, she sneaked a quick look at the door, trying to calculate how fast she could leave. When the chaplain asked for her name, she stiffened up her spine to elongate it. "I am Petty Officer Calandra Trilarck, stationed to the USS Shran. I will be serving in the capacity of counselor aboard this vessel throughout the remainder of the Sinna's mission." Had it not been for Meadows' insistence on her taking residency aboard the ship, perhaps this confrontation would have never taken place.

The counselor feebly attempted to soften her demeanor by rubbing the back of her neck with her hand as she searched for the word, "I apologize for the intrusion during your time of worship. I honestly thought you were a hologram," Her lips curled into a clumsy smirk, "Had I known you were seeking some privacy for your reflection, i wouldn't have inconvenienced you by interrupting."

Calandra mentally chided herself, this sort of meek presentation of herself was quite unlike her but there were rules. Admiral or not, Adeyemi had clout within the Federation. And clout meant that respect needed to follow, even if it meant having to play the game. Her hands dropped back to the side as her gaze settled back on the Admiral's face and she mentally braced herself for whatever was to follow.

[Rayek trLhoell]

CPO Rayek
[Deck 1 - Conference/ Briefing Room]

[Conference Room]

Strolling in, Alex was equal parts content that he wasn't the first, nor the last to arrive. Giving the others a friendly nod and smile as he sat down next to a Chief, he cheerily took a sip from his mug. "Good morning."

Rayek took note of the newcomer as the man entered.  Unfortunately, the Lt Commander was not a face he had yet to have opportunity to read up on.  Rayek returned the friendly smile.  "Good morning, sir." Then after a moments pause offered a hand in greeting towards the officer. "Rayek tr'Lhoell." He gave his name as a prompt.

[Naira]

[Conference Room]

Her nose remained buried in her PADD while the room began to fill with others. As far as she was concerned, this meeting was nothing more than a formality. She'd have to wait patiently as all the senior officers slowly trickled in, some taking their sweet time in doing so, then the captain would appear. They'd sit through one of those rehearsed speeches on how they had a job to do and how they were going to give it their all, then they'd be issued orders before being dismissed so they could actually get to work.

Naira was of the mind that such things were more an excuse to socialize and sip coffee rather than a way to conduct business in the most productive way possible. Her time could be better spent in her new lab cataloguing equipment and arranging it in a practical manner. Whoever had set up the space had clearly no experience or intention of using it as nothing was where she would have placed it. This morning she'd already had to rip out a light and argue with an engineer over why he couldn't fix it; she needed a dark corner to keep her maggots.

[Deck 1 - Conference/Briefing Room]

Rayek entered the briefing room and took note that Commander Naira was already present.

Rayek nodded his head towards the Orion officer.  "Commander" he greeted politely as he took a seat across the table from her.  He had worked with the Commander once before during a Classified strategic summit of sorts.  She had proven to been quite intelligent and capable at the time. Rayek had no complaints about working with her again. He was actually looking forward to it.

She was three paragraphs into the section on the complex Silgram nervous system when she heard someone address her rank and felt a set of eyes on her. She looked up to see a familiar face sitting across the table and greeted the Romulan with a brief smile.

"Petty Officer, I didn't expect to see you on a medical ship. I hope they've found something to keep you busy or I might just have to relocate you to my lab," Her tone started out void of emotion, but towards the end she let out a quick chuckle.

For a man in yellow, the Romulan had proven himself to be well educated, articulate and forward-thinking. It was a shame he hadn't gone into the sciences, he certainly knew his way around a lab. She was sure he could have made a name for himself, had that been his desire, but it was not her place to judge others for their wasted potential.

She took a moment to glance around the room at the others who had gathered at the table, but none of them looked familiar.

[Alexander Wu]

CPO Rayek
[Deck 1 - Conference/ Briefing Room]

Rayek took note of the newcomer as the man entered.  Unfortunately, the Lt Commander was not a face he had yet to have opportunity to read up on.  Rayek returned the friendly smile.  "Good morning, sir." Then after a moments pause offered a hand in greeting towards the officer. "Rayek tr'Lhoell." He gave his name as a prompt.

[Conference Room]

"Alexander Wu." He shook the offered hand, giving Rayek a genuine smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Chief. Security, if I'm not mistaken?" One of his closest friends had been a Romulan as well, and she had made a damn fine security officer back in her day. They seemed to all excel in that trade, and he had never managed to beat her once in cards. "I hope you won't find too much business here."

Glancing down the table, another face caught his attention, someone he hadn't seen in many years. For a long moment, Alex couldn't even remember the name, until it finally surfaced from it's long ago past. "Doctor Protheus?" He asked with some astonishment. "We served together...nearly a decade ago, I think." Alex threw in some context, glancing back at Rayek.

[Jules Bash]

Captains Ready Room
Captain to all senior officers. Please report to the conference room immediately.

[Shuttle Bay]

Lt. Tak to Captain Vaughan, I currently unable to leave my current situation. I will be sending Petty Officer Bash in my stead.

Lt. Tak to Petty Officer Bash, please report to the conference room in my behalf.

PO Bash to Lt. Tak, Acknowledged

Jules wasn't 100% comfortable with Lt. Tak, considering that the man was the epitome of a Vulcan. He also didn't appreciate the more rigid structure under him at the time, but he wasn't going to complain to much. The man had seen Jules's talents, especially for this special space dock assignment, and used him well, and had let Jules manage his own team of crewman and an officer, who Jules thought was there to monitor him just in case.

Jules had been called in due to his background, and the fact that half of the engineers originally assigned to the Ibn Sinna had come down with a variety of chemical burns when a power relay had burst in the special chemical storage, the same project that Lt. Tak was probably involved in. Jules currently had his team running over every single one of the shuttle bay systems while directing the unloading of the new stock of hazardous chemicals. Jules nodded to the officer on his team at his side to take over, and left to the turbo lift.

[Conference Room]
Jules looked up to the captain as he entered. He knew that Lt. Tak was a meticulous manager, and presumably had already sent word of his designated replacement for the meeting. He would admit a grudging respect to him for his skills, including that as an engineer.