[MD-1, 1030 hrs]
S'rravl sat, finally, at the head of the conference room table, a piping hot mug of honey sweetened Andorian tea sitting on the onyx black table in front of him, steam slowly rising into the air as his eyes remained glued to the PADD in his left hand. Vulcan. It was a logical starting place for going about making contact, once again, with the rest of the outside Federation. But, just because it was the most logical starting place after Sol, which was not approachable anyway, that didn't mean that it was the safest place to begin the search for what was left of the Federation. All in all, the perfect place to send the damaged and far from whole flagship of the Federation on its maiden voyage, of sorts, under the command of the youngest, by a wide margin, Captain in the fleet. The Caitian grunted and reached for the mug of tea, taking a sip before returning it to the table. The rest of the Senior Staff would be filing in any minute and, after the staff meeting was done the ship would officially launch from Andor. Since the transit from Andor to Vulcan would take, at most, a few hours it was necessary to have the meeting out of the way first.
The door opened, letting the Chief Engineer in. "Hey. Wanted to get here first." she said, walking around behind the chair and making sure nobody was entering. She then gave him a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. Such things may not be proper.... but she wasn't overly concerned with it.
Sitting down, again checking the door to ensure nobody had entered yet, she continued. "Last night's dinner was quite good. I doubt we'll have much time for that for a little while." she said, knowing that wherever they were going, it would be.... interesting to say the least.
"Glad you enjoyed it and yes, I expect we'll be quite busy once we reach the Vulcan system," S'rravl replied, eyes still glued to the PADD in his hands. "Speaking of handfuls, have you heard from your mother at all?" S'rravl doubted that Rissi had, between the subspace communications blackout across a vast swath of what had been the heart of the Federation and the rift between Rissi and most of the rest of her family. Still, it was worth asking. It would be good to at least attempt to invite Rissi's family to the upcoming wedding.
"No, but..... something tells me she's heard about it. I mean... Cait's still out there. What's between here and there is anyone's guess, but we've all heard the rumors." Rissi said, referring to the way the universe was working outside the Andorian system. Plenty of rumors and secondhand information had filtered in with random freighters and civilian ships that had found there way to Andoria. Everything from Borg everywhere but also nowhere, to no sightings at all, and everything in between. The more realistic estimates pointed to a fractured collective and random patrols of disconnected vessels.
"Is there anything that woman doesn't hear about? Even when there are no subspace communications?" The Captain picked up his mug of tea and took another cautious sip to avoid burning his tongue.
As soon as a petty officer relieved her, Soraya left her console and found her way to the 'conference room'. It looked like it was repurposed from junior officer's quarters, with most all of the furniture replaced by a single conference table. She stopped briefly at the replicator. "Coffee, black," she ordered, taking the result of which to a spot about midway down the conference table. It smelled like coffee, at least.
The conference room had more in common with a street gang's backroom operations than a meeting of a starship's head operators. If not for the lack of counting machines and piles of gold pressed latinum, Lizzie might have been surprised how woefully unprepared she was for this bust. The double-take lasted for only a split second. This was a staff meeting on the mangled E, so of course it was in the smallest, dingiest room that could be found. A small sound escaped her lips as the Security Chief found her seat, a place facing both the door and as many of the other occupants as possible, taking the opportunity to study them in a more controlled environment as they awaited the others.
S'rravl nodded to each of the women, in turn, as they entered the make-shift conference room. Then he carefully avoided Lizzie's gaze. Who knew, she might still be mad about the whole "you're a child" thing. Taking a sip of his tea, he resumed perusing the PADD and reading up on the last known intelligence report on the Vulcan System which was, naturally, very out of date.
Within a few more moments the rest of the ship's senior staff had assembled in the Conference Room, however makeshift that room happened to be, and the group was ready for the meeting. "So," S'rravl began looking around the table, his eyes lingering on the pint-sized security chief for a fraction of a second longer than anyone else, before they moved on.
"Mission briefing, but first a few housekeeping announcements. First, I've obviously been promoted to Captain and placed in command of this ship. That means there's another senior staff shake-up, so say hello to your new Executive Officer," he gestured to Rissi, "I chose her because, frankly, she knows the capabilities of this ship better than anyone else and she's been onboard longer than everyone other than me."
"Next, our first mission is to go to Vulcan and see what, if anything is still there. Last contact was six months ago, roughly, prior to the Borg reaching their planet. There's been no contact in or out since then, so we've no idea what to expect when we arrive and with subspace being in its current state, even getting accurate long-range scans is not possible. Questions," the Captain asked, looking around the table.