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EPIL: S [D06|1700] Patch Job

EPILOGUE: SUPPLEMENTAL [ DAY 06 | 1700 HRS. ] PATCH JOB


[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @Top Hat  , @Auctor Lucan  , @Nolan  , @The Ostrich  , @FollowTomorrow  , @Doc M.  , @Argyros 
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For a moment, Natalie stared at the replicator in the Conference Lounge and pondered if she wanted a cup of coffee. For the past three days, while aboard the Stallion she had lived on the drink. Her eyes darted to the chronograph on the far wall noting the time. Nine and a half hours until we make Aldea. Nine hours before I need to be back on the bridge. She let out a long sigh.

"One cup of decaffeinated Japanese Green Tea. Mint. Honey. Hot." She said, watching as the replicator lit up and the drink appeared in a small, earthenware mug with a divot for her thumb, instead of a handle. She took the cup in hand and brought it to her lips, inhaling the strong scent and letting her eyes shut for a moment in reflection.

The hours had been ticking by. She'd met with the Captain. With Thea. With Nator. With her department. She'd been down in Main Engineering, reviewing repair schedules and getting MCPO O'Connell whatever extra hands she could provide him. He and his staff were doing everything they could to keep this ship together long enough to make the system ahead. It was Natalie's job to twist arms and see to it that anyone that could reasonably help with repairs, and not just be a body in the way, while not harming the ship in some other fashion by their absence, was tasked to assist.

She had managed to get herself a late lunch after the meeting with her new Assistant Chief of Operations, dumping a portion of her workload, related to Operations at least, on hir shoulders. She assumed that Nator 159 was still grousing away. Well s/he is so damned sure that s/he is tip top shape and good to go that s/he can bloody well prove it. She snorted a bit, turning to look out the viewport as the local space slid by. I'm glad s/he managed not to get hirself killed, Natalie quietly admitted.

Turning back to the long conference table, the young woman walked toward the seat at the head. She let her finger tips trail over the backs of the chairs, pausing at a seat three down from the head, facing away from the window. For the last few months, ever since Hendricks' death, this had been her seat. For the next few days, the chair that sat at the right hand of the Captain would be hers. Until they got this in order.

"And that is what you're here to do Natalie. Get this in order. At least in the short term," she said to the empty conference room. Knowing that someone would be here soon, she moved to take the seat at the head of the table, setting her PADD down before it  and standing behind the chair, sipping her tea. She cradled it in both hands. What she would establish in the next half hour or so would be temporary, she knew. Captain Ives was well aware of this fact. They had pointed out that at least one member of the late USS Bellerophon had agreed to join up with the Theurgy's cause. Given their rank and position on the prior ship, Ives had confessed that in all likely hood, they would end up taking over the counseling department. They simply had far more experience than any of the other counselors available to the Theurgy.

It's only logical, after all
Natalie thought with a trace of irony. I shall have to meet with this Lt. Cmdr. Hathev at some point soon. But the Vulcan counselor would not be joining the meeting this evening. This was to establish an immediate chain of command, at a department level, as well as get a status of where each department stood, personnel wise. Those gaps would likely be filled, over the coming weeks, be it internal promotions, or the integration of officers and crew from the Bellerophon, Dauntless, Endeavour, and Cayuga. Not to mention a proper, top down reorganization of all the Departments.

That's to come later. Tonight, we patch the holes and get some semblance of order in place for the crew. Integration will have to happen swiftly, but it needs some time all the same. There were going to be lots of interviews ahead, for both herself, and Captain Ives. It was her responsibility to deal with as much of this as she could, so that the Captain could focus their attention elsewhere.

Such as securing us a port of call and getting us everything we need to repair this ship. And her crew. Before all else, this had to be their number one priority. The first steps had already been taken along that course, but Natalie was not naive enough - or perhaps, Captain Zeigler might say she were too jaded - to assume that there would not be more negotiations to take place. That more information was not needed, on all sides: Klingon, Aldean, and Federation.

To the Acting First Officer, the whole thing seemed like a powder keg, waiting to explode under their feet. She hoped however, that things were taking a turn for the better, after everything they had just been through. After everyone we've just lost....Sten....Simon....Cinn. She'd finally taken the time to look over the full casualty list. The names that stood out the most left a hollow feeling inside, one that would take time to heal. All I can do right now is go forward. Take care of this ship. And take care of her crew. And yes, take care of me. She could almost hear Sten admonishing her to do just that.

Sighing, Natalie shook aside the darker feelings, the nasty thoughts about why everyone who would be here had to be here, and those that would not be here. Instead, she took another slow sip of the mint laced tea, pausing only to look up as the doors opened, and the first of the attendees arrive.


OOC: I do not have a set posting order just yet. The following officers and crew are expected in attendance, as they see fit to arrive. Summons would have been communicated prior 😉 In no particular order:

  • Tactical: Lt. Evoras
  • Security: Deputy zh"Wann
  • Medical: Dr. Rez
  • Science: Lt.Cmdr Martin
  • Counselling: Lt. (jg) Ejek
  • TacCon: Lt. Cmdr Ravon
  • Ops: Lt. Cmdr Stark
  • Flight Ops: CPO Herrold
  • Engineering: MCPO O'Connell
  • Helm: Lt. (jg) Veradin
  • Last Edit: April 05, 2019, 06:07:38 AM by Brutus
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[ CPO Liam Herrold | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
[Show/Hide]In all honesty, Chief Liam Herrold had no idea why he were to come to Deck 01, thinking that he and the others in the Fighter Bay had their work cut out for them as it were. Leaving he others behind felt so completely against his nature that it chafed at him to have to attend some kind of meeting. He supposed it came with Sten Covington's duties, whereas he was used to having his duties strictly allocated to either the bay itself, or simulations on the holodecks - testing certain things on the holo-fighters to see if unconventional repairs or weapon calibrations might work.

So, when he stepped off the turbolift, wearing his golden jumpsuit open and being greasy with warp fighter innards, Liam Herrold felt completely misplaced. He carried with him the PADD that held the agenda for the meeting and what he was supposed to contribute to it, but he was only reading it for the first time when he stepped through the corridor. He had nicked one of his knuckles before he left Ji and the others to the chaos that was the Fighter Bay, and he had only pulled up the top half of his jumpsuit when he'd been in the turbolift - having ditched his undershirt at some point during the past five hours. By the time he entered the Conference Lounge - which he'd never been in before - he saw the list of attending officers.

"What the..?" he mouthed as he arrived inside the lounge, seeing that he was - aside from O'Connell - the only NCO in attendance, and undoubtedly the lowest in rank. He recognised Derik Veradin's name (naturally), Counselor Ejek's and Vivian Martin's, them being from the Resolve, and he'd met Commander Ravon several times over the past six days, but it was only when he raised his eyes to see Commander Stark in the lounge that he pieced together the agenda with the attendees. He was representing Fighter Bay Ops like Covingtion would have done, the sub-department being a specialised unit on a carrier such as the Theurgy. It was, however, the first meeting he'd had with Stark. His new superior officer. That was, until they replaced him with someone else as they saw fit.

"Commander Stark," he said, clearing his throat, knowing very well that she was the Acting First Officer after that incident with Trent. "My apologies, I come directly from the bay. I could not spare the time to make myself presentable."

Quickly enough, he closed up the front of his jumpsuit, and began to look for some kind of seating chart. Finding none, he just took a seat in one of the corners. Not sure if there would be any time to talk to Stark personally. Not even sure if he had to, actually? Others were due to arrive any minute, early as he might have been. It had either been the meeting or starting up work on another fighter, and evidently this was something important.

Chain-of-command establishment? Integration of crew? I don't even know if I am to keep doing Sten's duties, so what am I to do here? He raked his hand through his hair, wondering how long this would take, and tried not to look Stark in the eye after his embarrassing entrance.

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[ Dr Rez | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]

With a brisk pace set the acting CMO of the Theurgy made her way over to the conference lounge. She had left Main Sickbay with standing order to deal with the backlog of less critical patients after having dealt with the enormous casualties during the Borg encounter. Amelya had found the time to quickly frshen up in a sonic shower and to get a new uniform that was more likely to be less stained with blood , vomit or any other bodily fluids from the survivors she had treated in Sickbay.

She held a PADD close against her chest as she was technically still on call if need be. Comms were working, but with the grave state the ship apparently seemed to be in, she choose to have a back up along either way. When she reached the door of the Conference Lounge she waited a minute before entering. A brief moment to think of the kind of talks that were had in the room, both by her as her former hosts.

She stepped inside after the doors opened and was surprised to see only two people in the room. Stark whom she had only briefly seen during previous staff meetings and... The deck hand whom she had dosed painkillers in order to help him with his leg injury. Rez nodded to both silently as she took her place in the middle of the table on the left hand side. It was her usual spot as she claimed it by placing the PADD in front of the seat. She walked over to the replicator and asked "Am I early or?"



[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]


Waking up from his slumber, Ravon looked at the alert going off somewhere in his living quarters. "Thea, why is the alarm going off? Are we at our destination already?" he asked with a groan as he stretched himself and shut his eyes once more. "Negative lieutenant commander. A senior staff meeting has been planned requesting your attendance. This meeting started five minutes ago." Ravon sighed and nodded before the realization hit in from the message.

Like an arrow being released from its bow, Ravon jumped out of bed with curses, scowls and various threats to nobody in particular. He hoisted himself in a uniform, neglecting any underwear or the sorts before he grabbed his PADD and started to run for the Turbolift. Once on deck one he sprinted for the conference lounge and stopped at the door. He took a breather before evening his uniform and walking in.

"Apologies for the tardiness." he announced before nodding to Stark and the other attendees. He made his way to the only seat available before sitting down and trying to pitch in where they were exactly. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath and cool down a little as he could swear every single set of eyes were trained on him when he arrived too late. He leaned back slightly in his chair before he noticed the red blip on his PADD. The notification of new messages on his account. As the staff meeting progressed, he slowly opened up the screen and noticed the latest correspondence of Zephyr. 
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[ Zelosa Ejek | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]

Compartmentalization was a type of defense mechanism frequently used by Stafleet officers exposed to combat. As Starfleet was both scientific and a military organization, officers were expected to fill both roles sometimes. This would mean that a single officer could go from watching their closest squad members die to perfectly peaceful bureaucracy, oftentimes with little time to process and grieve as necessary. This sort of functioning was expected in order to keep the organization of Starfleet functioning, and Ejek's role as a counselor was to mitigate the consequences of such poorly-thought-out planning. Unfortunately, today, Ejek found herself lost. Physician, heal thyself.

Six hours earlier she had been confronted with the death of her protege, and as she felt the pain in her heart, she realized she thought of her as a friend as well. It was a life cut before it's time. Things were left unsaid, wounds unhealed. Regrets to stew over. As the vectors reunited, death reports came in, she found the pain beginning to pile on. She didn't have time to attend to that pain, though. She was being called to a staff meeting, where surely there would be many important changes, considering the new crew composition. So, she compartmentalized. Folded all that pain down into a nice, neat shape, and store that shape away somewhere else.

She was very good at it too. As she approached the conference room, she was impeccable as always. She had changed uniforms after the battle. Her hair was perfect, no strand out of place. No blood, no tears of terror, nothing that hinted that she had been holding herself in her quarters not four hours earlier, shaking and reliving each and every moment.

She entered the conference room and saw only Doctor Rez, Natalie Stark, and a deckhand. She was either early, or right on time and everyone else was late. It was just as well, she had to schedule trauma check-in's for the entire ship. She could attend to her PADD while waiting.
"Good afternoon." She greeted the occupants of the room, took her seat, and did just that. Work had to be done, after all.

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[ Lt Evoras | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Full House ]

The Vulcan strode into the meeting room, PADD in one hand scrolling through the various after-action reports still coming in from her department. As usual, the paperwork was the least interesting part of a job. Her other held a steaming mug of spice tea; she hadn't taken the time to eat nor drink for most of the day, and her thirst was becoming distracting. Glancing about the room and seeing about half of the expected crowd present, she took a seat facing the door after nodding a greeting at Commander Stark.

The sight of one of the flight deck crew - alas, Sten Covington had been claimed by the latest battle - reminded her that she had yet again failed to rise to the challenge of her station. Regrettably, no amount of effort towards some vacuous promise of 'doing better' was going to make much headway against the brutally simple mathematics of attrition. Sankolov would already be replenishing his losses and searching for their trail anew. Meanwhile, the Theurgy limped towards a neutral port and the hope that they wouldn't be sold out on arrival.

At any rate, this meeting should be instructional. It was the first she was able to attend since leaving the Azure nebula, and she was looking forward to hearing what the senior staff had planned now that the Captain and their (surviving) missing crew had been returned. Evoras had been moderately distressed to learn that Ida zh'Wann was one of the abductees, but had yet to find the time to go and see her. She wasn't even sure if the Andorian knew she'd been brought out of stasis, that event having happened after the enactment of the Continuance Protocol.

Everyone looked tired. She probably did, too. As ever, the greater task yet lay ahead of them.

She waited for the rest.
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[ William Robert O'Connell | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]  Attn: @Argyros, @Auctor Lucan, @Brutus@FollowTomorrow@Nolan, @The Ostrich , @Top Hat

As Master Chief William Robert "Billy Bob" O'Connell entered the room he coughed in his fist and spoke to Natalie before taking his seat across from Chief Petty Officer Liam Herrold.  "Commander Stark, you'll be glad tuh know, Ah say you'll be glad tuh know thet repairs tuh th' dorsal nacelles are progressin' with no complications.  Things are goin' so smoothly thet Ah'm able tuh actually make it tuh this here meetin' on time, Ah'm able tuh attend, that is.  If you'll be needin' more details Ah'll give 'em to yuh after th' meetin' Ma'am," he clarified as he absently waved a PADD he had brought in with him.  "Now if you won't be needin' anything, Ah'll jest git outta yore way an' let yew begin,"  He gave his report for the others' benefit.  He had already informed Lieutenant Commander Stark that he would likely be delayed but he wanted to cover his six because he couldn't trust the other officers to nitpick at his tardiness even if it was by only a minute or two.

When the master chief followed Lieutenant Evoras into the conference room on Deck One he was a mite subdued, compared to his usual bluff and bull-headed demeanor.  Being an acting department head meant that he had early access to the causality list.  They had lost so many... and so recently.  Wenn Cinn's absence was particularly unsettling.  Having the burly Bajoran come back to life after being blown into space during a hull breech was a ray of sunshine the Theurgy sorely needed, but now he had made the ultimate sacrifice.  And the loss of Sten Covington, O'Connell's mentor and hero was a wound that would take a long time to heal.  If Chief Petty Officer Herrold was going to fill Sten's shoes, the twenty something year old would find being a father figure to so many aboard the Theurgy a task he simply wasn't up for. 

The new faces filling the positions of his fellow department heads hammered the loss home.  Thankfully there were a few exceptions.  It was good to see that Evoras was ambulatory again, although if truth be told, Billy Bob never really saw or spoke to her much before the Calamity did its best to ensure the blue eyed Vulcan would be manning the phaser banks of Heaven.  It didn't matter.  She was one of the plank owners of the Theurgy, one of the original department heads who had sailed her since she was commissioned almost three years ago.  Natalie Stark was another face who had served with the Theurgy since before they had fled Federation space last year.  O'Connell hadn't had much confidence in her when she had taken over for the late Lieutenant Commander Christian Hendricks, but never had the master chief been so happy to have been proven wrong.  Stark had handled the Operations Department like a pro, at least from where O'Connell was sitting.  He found himself having curiously mixed feelings about Lieutenant ThanIda "Ida" zh'Wann.  On one hand he was disappointed that Wenn Cinn was no longer with them but on the other hand, although he was hesitant to admit it out loud, now that he had stepped in to head a position he was ill suited for, he found himself actually respecting the Andorian.  It was a strange feeling to harbor for someone who had been the bane of his existence for nearly two months in a row.  Perhaps becoming an acting department head had granted the old master chief some belated but much needed maturity. 

Then there were the new faces, the truly new faces.  Doctor Duv... check that, Doctor Amelya Rez, former chief medical officer of the USS Harbinger was filling in for Doctor Nicander, who rumors claimed was either dead, sick, one of the Devoted, or infected with the parasites that had taken over Starfleet.  Lieutenant Commander Vivian Martin, Junior Lieutenant Derik Veradin, and Junior Lieutenant Zelosa Ejek, like Herrold had come from the Resolve and hadn't been aboard two weeks.  All four of them looked awfully green on the ship, but hopefully that meant they could adapt quickly.

Speaking of adapting quickly, Lieutenant Commander Thomas Ravon had been made the SCO when his predecessor Miles Renard had gone MIA the same way that Ravon himself had.  Scuttlebutt had it that Renard had returned but Ravon's presence at this meeting indicated otherwise.  Even so, Thomas Ravon had been aboard the Theurgy since before they became outlaws and had somehow survived everything the galaxy had thrown at him, including the Borg and a ship from the future.  Ravon was a good egg, one of the rare commissioned officers who gave non-commissioned officers respect.  If he was in charge of the Lone Wolves, it was time to consider the glass half-full.
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[ LtCmdr Vivian Martin | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]

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Having received a message of a staff meeting, Vivian made her way to the conference lounge. She didn't pay attention to who was in the room when she arrived, instead she made a direct beeline for the replicator. "Coffee" She yawned "Black, hot, and large." With the usual whine and shimmer of light, a steaming mug of dark liquid appeared before her. Carefully she wrapped her hands around it and gently blew on the top as she found an empty seat at the table.

She took a sip of the glorious liquid, and felt the warmth spread through her body. She sighed happily and finally took a moment to survey the other faces at the table. It was difficult to gauge the overall mood of the meeting at this point, they had lost people, friends and colleagues. They had fought the Borg, the Klingons, the Savi, and their own people in Starfleet. They were tired, surviving on too much coffee and not enough sleep. Vivian was no longer sure when she had last had a proper, deep sleep.

Shaking her musings from her head, Vivian took another sip of her coffee. She would need it to stay awake, and possibly a second mug at some point, depending on how long the meeting ran for.
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[ Lt. JG Derik Veradin | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
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Derik's mind was.... elsewhere, on autopilot, just as the ship had been place after they had escaped. He didn't remember walking to his quarters, nor starting the shower, nor even how long he'd been standing under the falling water.

A soft chime from behind him [Mr. Veradin, The time is 1640. You have a department head meeting at 1700.]

"Thank you, Thea." The response came as if he was watching himself, like an author looking over his character's shoulder.

The trill stepped out of the shower drying himself off and getting dressed, albeit forgetting a key item or two. He grabbed his PADD, replicated a cup of Raktajino in a travel mug, and made it halfway to the conference room when he realized he had forgotten his under...everything. The fog peeled back, duty worming its way back into his conscious mind. Derik cursed his wandering mind. He reached up to his neck, checking his pips, which happened to be in the wrong order. How had he messed that up? There were only two of them! The turbolift was gratefully empty and as it carried him to the bridge, he checked the rest of his uniform, correcting everything he could. Least he wouldn't look too bad for this meeting. As acting department head, he felt a little awkward being of a lower rank. Perhaps it was the unsurety of his position, or his young age but it gave him butterflies.

He'd just piloted them through a major battle against the Borg and this was giving him butterflies? What was wrong with him?

It's everything that you've gone though as of late. A voice whispered in the back of his mind. Nicander and Tyre. The loss of CInn. The stress. The restless nights. It's a lot for anyone to go through. You aren't the only one. Take a deep breath and move forward, as always.

When the doors opened onto the bridge, Derik was in better sorts. He made his way quickly to the conference room, stepping inside. "Commander," He acknowledged the first officer, as was custom. A few faces he recognized as his eyes passed over all others in attendance, one of which caught most of his attention: CPO Liam Herrold.

"Liam." He greeted, not too loudly but loudly enough for the man to hear him. The man looked good if a bit dirty. He had grease and other fluids on his suit, which was curiously zipped up all the way. Flashes of memory sprung forth from his still slightly foggy mind. He quelled them as best he could, despite imaging the tattoos hidden just beneath that gold.....no no no. NO.NO! Not now. This is a department head meeting. Get your head in the game.  He gave the man a smile as he took his seat and sipped of his drink, attempting to seem as if nothing was wrong.

Veradin's eyes drifted down to his PADD, an attempt to not only figure out what was on the agenda but also to distract himself.
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[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Observation Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]Attn @Top Hat , @Auctor Lucan , @Nolan , @The Ostrich , @FollowTomorrow , @Doc M. , @Argyros :
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And so it begins, Natalie thought to herself as the first man through the door was still putting himself together. The young ops chief was able to make out a hint of tattooing on the man's skin, his hair swept back and his cheeks stained in grease. Some officers would have scoffed, but Natalie resisted the urge. Sure enough, the younger man apologized and explained exactly what Natalie had expected.

"At ease, Chief," she said softly, with a smile she hope reassured the man. Easy on the eyes and good with his hands, she thought to herself with a little mental sigh. He was so different from Sten, and so alike all at the same time. Just so young, she thought, which was unfair of her. Natalie knew the man was a year younger than her at best. It was just that, compared to the decades that Covington had under his belt, it was impossible not to see CPO Herrold as young.

"It's fine. I promise," she continued quickly. She had much to speak to the young man about, including his future. She took a step around the chair toward him, saying softly, "You've got a whole fighter bay to take care of. I'm not going to ding you for having a bit of grease on your cheeks. Besides," she allowed herself a bittersweet smile, and did her best to keep her voice steady, "Sten would have shown up the same way, and then dared any of us to give him grief."

She didn't get a chance to further elaborate, however, as the doors opened again, and she'd not discuss the more personal notes she had for the man and his future in Operations. There would be time for that later, one on one, which would probably put the young Chief at ease. [i}At least until I tell him my plans.[/i]

Both heads turned to see Dr. Amelia Duv - no, Rez - enter the room. Natalie forced another smile on her face, and hoped that this one didn't seem false. She had nothing against the Doctor from the Harbinger, but at the same time, she had her concerns about the symbiote currently residing in the woman's gut. And while Captain Ives had been rather explicit regarding their concerns, Natalie at least was tempered by genuine worry that the woman had entirely too much to deal with already, let alone a rabid new personality that might try to assert itself to the detriment of everyone on this ship.

"I'd say about a minute or two early, Doctor Rez," Natalie said, gesturing for the Trill to take a seat. "Thank you for sparing me this hour of your time." She'd leave it at that. Rez, unlike Herrold, would not have her position shift from Acting to full time. Nor would the next person that came through the door, and a part of Natalie though that was a pity.

"Good afternoon, Zelosa" Natalie said with some genuine warmth again, using the woman's first name, as she stepped back, and away from Liam, once more toward the head of the table. They were coming faster now, and on the heels of the Cardassian walked a Vulcan carrying a tea whose aroma caught Natalie's nose, clear across the conference room. Remind me to get the name of whatever it is she's drinking. That would be, she checked her PADD and gave a nod to herself, confirming the name. "Lt. Evoras. I think you're going to be the last one actually on time. Welcome."

A familiar drawl caused the acting executive officer to turn now and stood by as Billy Bob O'Connell gave his report. The same smile she'd had for Lt. Ejek returned for Billy Bob. It was impossible for her not to smile in the presence of the down to earth, aw-shucks mentality of the Master Chief. "That is excellent news, Master Chief. I'll do my best not to keep you from your engines and your nacelles for too long however, I promise."

She wouldn't usually take her time like this, responding to everyone with some statement beyond a simple nod, but they had just been through what could politely be called a meat grinder. Many of the people in this room were here because the superiors that should have been here were dead, too wounded to attend, or, in at least one case, infected with an alien parasite and no longer able to be trusted. But she wouldn't allow herself to think about that man.

No, she had to focus on her people. And they were truly hers. For the time being, she was their conduit to the Captain, and she was her representative to the crew. She was about to speak to them all when Vivian Martian breezed into the room, making a bee line for the replicator. Natalie repressed a chuckle. She didn't know the former chief of sciences from the Resolve very well, just that she had taken over the department from Simon Tovarek, and thinking of Simon made her chest ache. Another friend lost, she bitterly thought, and tried not to let this unduly color her reaction to the only other person in the room thus far that was her equal in rank.

But two more people entered in rapid order, and thus it was left to Natalie to greet all three. First, Lt. Derik Veradin, whom had been sitting at her side since Starbase 84 as the Chief Flight Control Officer. Barely had he muttered his greeting to her than one more officer entered the room, sweeping in silently, her face locked down and stoic. Lt. Ida zh'Wann, representing Security, in the wake of yet another lost CSec. And just recently returned from captivity at the hands of the Savi. To the best of her knowledge, no one else here at the table had been in the alien species 'care' for the past few days.

Natalie had served hand in hand with Lt. zh'Wann when she had commanded the Allegiant on a search and rescue mission in the wake of the destruction of the Harbinger. Ida had done a damn good job of keeping her alive. Natalie wouldn't go as far as to say they were friends, but she respected the woman, and held her in high regard. Her heart ached at the thought of what she might have undergone, but she'd had little time to meet with the survivors of the Savi abduction.

That Ida said nothing at all as she took her seat did not bother Natalie. She wanted to give the woman space, and did not press. She simply said, . "Commander. Lieutenants. Thank you all for making it here. I think we're going to begin now," there was an empty seat at the table still, but Natalie was done waiting for others to come in. They had a bit to cover. She pulled her own seat out and sat down in it,  at the head of the table. Smoothing her skirt, just out of view, she then placed her hands, one atop the other, and tried to extrude an image of a woman who was in control, pretending that the thread of nervousness wasn't running around in her stomach.

"I know that we are all quite busy at the moment, and as such I will do my best to keep this short. All of you are - " The doors opened again and a voice called out in apology. Natalie's words cut off, and she looked up to see Thomas Ravon, the current SCO for the Theurgy's motley crew of fighters, the Lone Wolves, stride in. Natalie gave im her most stoic look she could manage, trying to channel her inner Jien Ives, likely with mixed results. The man was clearly catching his breath, and Natalie could think of a few reasons as to why he might be tardy.

"Thank you for joining us, Commander," Natalie said, perhaps a bit colder than she had greeted the others. She didn't reprimand him further, however. Instead she took a sip of her own drink, savoring the mint flavor and using it to center herself, before she resumed. "As I was saying, I'll try to make sure we don't run over. We've all got a lot to do over the next few days. The ship is in need of much repair, and plenty of our fellow crew members are in need of continued medical care. Our departments all took many blows, both to equipment and personnel." Here the young first officer paused, and let her gaze sweep across everyone at the table.

'Many of you are here because, unfortunately, you are the highest ranking officer left in your department. And while I grieve with you for your losses - our losses - I need you, and Captain Ives needs you, to step into the roles you've found yourselves in." It was the cold hard truth, and she wasn't happy about laying it out like that. "I can't promise that these positions will remain yours in the days that come. We have surviving crew from multiple starships that we need to fold into our own, just as we did with the members of the Resolve and the Harbinger before her. All of you here will be responsible for helping with that, in regards to your individual departments. Some of you will simply be dealing with new subordinates, many of whom hold the same position you do now. Some of you will be assisting new heads of department, whom you will be expected to server under with the same dedication you have shown your previous superiors."
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[ CPO Liam Herrold | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
[Show/Hide]Sitting there in his chair, Liam had tried to not look too long at Derik Veradin, knowing he was likely thinking about their shared past on the Resolve. Instead, Liam just gave the man a smile and cleared his throat, feeling a bit self-conscious in the meeting for more reasons than his disheveled appearance. He didn't catch any glances from Counselor Ejek of Commander Martin, not even sure if the former recognised him. Either way, he wasn't there to speak of their shared voyage through the outskirts of the Beta Quadrant, but to listen to his Department Head and current First Officer.

So he did, paying attention while trying to ignore his own cuts and scraped, the soreness in his forearms and the ache in his knee. He knew he should go back to sickbay to have it checked, but there was no time for it. Sitting still, it hurt all the worse, and he knew he'd be limping out of the room whenever the meeting was concluded.

So far, Stark had only told him what he'd expected. Still, he knew what was expected of him, and it was a confirmation that he was - for the time being - going to keep Covington's position. It was with mixed feelings as he scratched the back of his head and raked his fingers through his hair, the amount of hours taken from his ordinary duties piling up in his mind. He could ask Ji for help to manage, sure, but that would mean she'd be split between roles as well, and if the Fighter Bay hadn't been in the state it was, it might have worked. No, he had to speak up. He didn't even realise he was first to speak until he'd begun.

"In that case, I'm sorry, but I need to pick someone for my old position. Things are... hectic down there, ma'am, and if I am to do this properly, I wish that someone takes care of my deck crew," he said, and looked towards Stark, only then realising that he - with the most diminutive rank in the room - had broken the lingering silence in the conference lounge. He cleared his throat, and felt he had to add. "I have a candidate in mind... I just need to know if I have to clear the selection with you first, Commander, or if I am at liberty to handle things the way I want? I am unfamiliar with how much latitude I have on this ship."

This wasn't the Resolve, for certain. He knew what Erik Randall had been doing without the officers looking over his shoulder, but he suspected it depended on the manner of Chief of Operations that Stark was, or her second in command in the department.

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[ Dr Rez & Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]

Rez looked at the present people and simply scoffed silently as Ravon entered late. She had listened to Stark and had made some notes, though she had very little to ask to the acting Commander. Her department had an increase in doctors with the Endeavour and Resolve crew. She had a well supplied amount of nurses and doctors to deal with the problems in sickbay, thus she saw no further need to elaborate.

Ravon shot Liam Herrold a look as he opened up one of his concerns and he looked at Stark. Only noticing that Derik Veradin was here as well. A man whom he had shared a single fling with before. The face of the wolf didn't change though as he moved his eyes over the other crew members. There weren't that many faces that truly stuck with him.

"A replacement for Tac CONN maintenance would be most helpful. Not that I don't believe in mister Herrolds capacities, I just think we need the structure down there to ensure swift repairs." he aided to Liam's point. He didn't care of the man was given Sten's position or not, he just wanted his birds in tip top shape. He continued as he looked at Stark "Fighters have taken quite some damage, though remarkably, most of the wolves made it out of the battle. In addition, we have Miles Renard back in our midst. I'll be continuing the lead for now though, new squadron lists have been sent to you." he reported before letting anyone else pick in.

His eyes went back to his PADD now that he had done his say and he opened up the message to read it. In this environment he had to keep his cool and once reading the message over he decided to close it down before replying or showing any emotion to those near him.
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[ Lt Evoras | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Full House ] attn: @Nolan @Brutus

The Vulcan wondered how many of these meetings had been necessary so far, given her unfortunate spell in stasis. Folding in new crew members to a ship with such infamy as the Theurgy currently enjoyed was never going to be an easy task, especially with the turnover they were experiencing. Every new battle meant holes in the manifest. Evoras tried not to see it as a personal failure.

She was taking notes as people spoke, to ensure that her own disseminated reports went to the right people for the time being, especially with regards to the (latest) new TacCONN roster from the Commander seated next to her. The corps' introduction to the Fleet had puzzled her at first; the risk inherent to life with piloted small combat craft seemed obvious to her. Weapons and engines technology made up for the deficit, however - even fighter-scale guns and torpedoes could do significant damage in a short time, and quantity had a quality all its own.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ravon skim a message from someone whose name Evoras could not place. The name wasn't part of the headcount from the Bellerophon nor the Endeavour, and she already knew the Theurgy's (dwindling) roster by rote. She leaned in to whisper so that only the pilot could hear. "Commander, there is a communications blackout."

Or; 'I'm sure I don't need to remind you that escaping Archeron only works if we don't let them know where we are while you write your penpal.'

Sitting straight once more, she addressed Stark directly. "Have all of our inductees been vetted as far as possible for infestation? I'm sure none of us desire a repeat of Doctor Nicander's subterfuge."

For her own part, she had no issue deferring to a new Tactical head nor working with new subordinates if she were to remain ACTO. Their mission demanded it. She was 'only' a lieutenant, despite her long service and having started at the bottom of the ladder, and the department chief for a vessel the size of Thea would usually mandate an officer with an extra pip. 'Usually' being the operative word there, of course.
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[ Lt. Zelosa Ejek | Conference Room | USS Theurgy]

Slowly and surely, the meeting began. Some individuals were late, some were not, and she did not care in the slightest. She expected professionalism, but the failure to meet her expectations had become an expectation in and of itself. She put her PADD up on the desk in front of her and listened.

She allowed the subtlest twitch of her eyebrow ridges at the use of her first name. The people who called her 'Zelosa' were few and far between. Natalie had not yet earned that right. Granted, hardly anyone had earned it. She would speak to Natalie later about it, as it was purely a personal matter.

First order of business, she watched O'Connell say his piece. Then, Liam Harrold spoke. She kept her eyes away. He looked so...strange. So different. Then again, in some ways, everyone did. Or maybe it was her that was seeing them different.

She let them go, one by one, preferring not to speak up...at least, not until Evoras did.

"Lieutenant, as of now, there are no tests that prove the existence of an Infection. Any one of us in this room could be Infected, and we would not know until the Infected in question chooses to reveal itself.

That said, I would request more time interviewing doctor Nicander, if at all possible. I would like to work on developing a psychological profile of the Infested, and possibly run a few neurological tests of my own, in the interest of developing a better understanding of the Infested. That said, my department has suffered....heavy losses. It would not be possible for me to run this project without further support."

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[ LtCmdr Vivian Martin | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]

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Vivian listened quietly at first, sipping her steaming coffee from time to time. Her colleagues all raised excellent points and seemed to have their departments and goals more or less in line. Somehow she felt like the odd officer out. She had a mountain of PADDs waiting for her down in her office. Deep down however, she was sure she wasn't the only one in that situation.

When Ejek spoke of Nicander and the infested Vivian paid close attention. "If I may Lieutenant Ejek, I would like to be present for these tests you intend to run on Nicander, or at the very least I would like to be privy to the results of your tests. The science department has been trying to come up with some way to screen for the infested, but as of yet, we've had no luck."

"Other than that, Science is running well I believe. I've already spoken to some of those who came aboard from the Bellerophon and Versant. I've got hundreds of reports to read, and a ton of other PADD work to get through. Appointing Assistant Chiefs to help with that would cut down on my workload tremendously. By your leave, I believe I already know who fits the position best."
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[ William Robert O'Connell | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]  Attn: @Argyros, @Auctor Lucan, @Brutus@FollowTomorrow@Nolan, @The Ostrich , @Top Hat

Billy Bob raised his eyebrows in surprise when Ravon confirmed that Miles Renard really had returned from out of the blue... literally in the case of the Azure Nebula.  He was surprised that Commander Renard wasn't at this meeting, and then he was surprised at his own surprise.  Of course Renard wasn't at this meeting.  He was no doubt undergoing medical and psychological evaluation to make sure he wasn't turned and was fit to serve aboard the Theurgy, let alone command a squadron that flew nothing but suicide missions.  It was the height of naiveté to even make the assumption that Renard should be here really. 

That got Billy Bob to thinking about his own place in the in the Theurgy's hierarchy and where the new officers and crew they had picked up from the Endevour, the Resolve, the Cayuga, the Bellerophon, and who knows from where else would make a good fit in his department.  His thoughts were interrupted when the conversation turned to Doctor Nicander.  The Cardassian counselor...what was her name... Zosa Ejek?  Zelosa Ejek?  Whatever.  ...and Commander Martin whose Earth name was a mite easier for him to remember referred to Doc Nicander as Infested, with a capital 'I'!  The chief medical officer was one of the Infested?  Seriously?  How many of those parasite thingies did the doc implant in the rest of the crew then?  How many of his shipmates were now secretly working for the other side?  Doc Nicander must have infected more of the crew.  Billy Bob couldn't imagine one of the Enemy's puppets passing up the opportunity to infect the rest of the crew.  Why else would they infest the chief medical officer? 

Billy Bob was about to ask Commander Stark which of the new officers he should be training for the chief engineering officer position, but instead he let his mouth hang open like he was a fish while he broke out in a cold sweat.

Finally he found his voice and managed to raise an unsteady hand and croak out "Oh uh, 'scuse me, beggin' yer pardon ma'ams, but do we know if Doctor Nicander managed tuh infect anyone else?  Plant his eggs in any uh th' rest of us that is..."  He was so rattled that he had somehow forgotten that Counselor Ejek had just informed them that there was currently no test that could confirm if a victim was Infested or not.
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