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Captain Paul Nwaigbo examined the file in front of him, downing his espresso in one go as he did so. This journey into the Gamma Quadrant would serve as the basis of much in the way of discovery for the Federation. Truthfully, he did not know how he felt about having such a man thrust upon him as Second Officer. He had much in the way of control over his crew, but the most senior of staff, that had been a decision coming from San Francisco.
One of whom now sat across from him. Thin, as far as Tellarite women went, but with the deepset eyes and permanent scowl that seemed to plague her people, Commander Cossa Trollif had held three pips for less than two months. She had come highly recommended, but it had not been by recommendation that she had ended up on his staff. Much like the Second Officer, it had been a dictate.
“Commander,” His voice was rich, deep and booming, heavily accented, “What do you know of the Lieutenant?” He pronounced the word in the archaic fashion, left-en-ant.
The Tellarite snorted derisively, “As much as you do, sir. His file is here and he’s due to arrive to assist us with deciding the remainder of the Stalwart’s crew in t-minus 10 minutes. Why? Second guessing Starfleet’s orders?”
“No, no,” Paul made a dismissing gesture with his hand as he continued to read, “I am just not familiar with him. I know we are to keep the bare minimum complement, but I admit to curiosity as to why it is a Lieutenant would be recommended as Second Officer.”
“It has happened before.”
“In the Delta Quadrant.”
“Gamma isn’t going to be much different, Captain. Hostile.”
Paul sighed deeply, finishing the last of his coffee before setting aside the diminutive cup, “There is little to be gleaned from his pre-service history, that much I know, at least.”
>Player Origin
>Your father was in Starfleet, and his father before him. You were born for this life, raised into it. Following in the footsteps of your family was no brainer, you applied as soon as you were eligible. [Legacy]
>Humanity has countless colonies, each with a specific purpose. You never quite found that the purpose of your own suited your desires. Starfleet was a way off of the rock, a way to actually make something of yourself beyond being merely a colonial son of a colonial father. [Colonist]
>Earth may have achieved post-scarcity, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to explore the stars. Sure, the cradle of humanity was gorgeous, and your family wanted you to remain, but the call of the stars saw you buck tradition. The first in your family to serve in Starfleet. [Earthborn]
Captain Paul Nwaigbo examined the file in front of him, downing his espresso in one go as he did so. This journey into the Gamma Quadrant would serve as the basis of much in the way of discovery for the Federation. Truthfully, he did not know how he felt about having such a man thrust upon him as Second Officer. He had much in the way of control over his crew, but the most senior of staff, that had been a decision coming from San Francisco.
One of whom now sat across from him. Thin, as far as Tellarite women went, but with the deepset eyes and permanent scowl that seemed to plague her people, Commander Cossa Trollif had held three pips for less than two months. She had come highly recommended, but it had not been by recommendation that she had ended up on his staff. Much like the Second Officer, it had been a dictate.
“Commander,” His voice was rich, deep and booming, heavily accented, “What do you know of the Lieutenant?” He pronounced the word in the archaic fashion, left-en-ant.
The Tellarite snorted derisively, “As much as you do, sir. His file is here and he’s due to arrive to assist us with deciding the remainder of the Stalwart’s crew in t-minus 10 minutes. Why? Second guessing Starfleet’s orders?”
“No, no,” Paul made a dismissing gesture with his hand as he continued to read, “I am just not familiar with him. I know we are to keep the bare minimum complement, but I admit to curiosity as to why it is a Lieutenant would be recommended as Second Officer.”
“It has happened before.”
“In the Delta Quadrant.”
“Gamma isn’t going to be much different, Captain. Hostile.”
Paul sighed deeply, finishing the last of his coffee before setting aside the diminutive cup, “There is little to be gleaned from his pre-service history, that much I know, at least.”
>Player Origin
>Your father was in Starfleet, and his father before him. You were born for this life, raised into it. Following in the footsteps of your family was no brainer, you applied as soon as you were eligible. [Legacy]
>Humanity has countless colonies, each with a specific purpose. You never quite found that the purpose of your own suited your desires. Starfleet was a way off of the rock, a way to actually make something of yourself beyond being merely a colonial son of a colonial father. [Colonist]
>Earth may have achieved post-scarcity, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to explore the stars. Sure, the cradle of humanity was gorgeous, and your family wanted you to remain, but the call of the stars saw you buck tradition. The first in your family to serve in Starfleet. [Earthborn]
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