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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: video to everyone
Action: Iskaulit, interfaith center (feel free to treat the action as a mingle)
When: broadcast is current, action happens the next day

[Wrath, all uniformed up and serious. Anyone who's seen it before will recognize this as her "in command" face, though she mercifully looks less pissed-off than she ever has before in this mode. More... thoughtful.]

This is a message aimed at the ship captains and first mates in the fleet, but I don't think it's a bad idea for other people to hear it. I'm Wrath, now captain of the Windrose.

This place is... weird, because we're given officer titles without an actual command structure in place, and without a legal code, oath, or universal moral authority over us. As someone who was a military officer for... I guess over twenty years, I find that really difficult.

It's pretty obvious that the intention for these ranks to be hollow, and for that to be a source of stress and drama that will entertain the audience. But captain is only an empty title if you let it be. And while we don't have any kind of unified mission or directive, there's one part of being an officer that can and should always apply: we take care of the people under our command.

I know a lot of you have gotten these arbitrary ranks without wanting them or having civilian or military command experience. I think it'd be helpful if we talked. I've got experience I can share, and I know other people do as well. And maybe together, we can come up with some ideas that will make everyone's lives better.

Stefan's said he doesn't mind if we borrow the meeting space in the Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit. This isn't for religious reasons, but because it's a nice space with plenty of chairs and hot drinks and stuff. If you want to participate in this discussion, let's get together tomorrow afternoon while we're still drifting, get to know each other, and talk.

Wrath out.

[Wrath doesn't really have expectations as such for people showing up, but she's made sure to get together some refreshments (tea and coffee-esque beverages, juice, and water) and some vegetarian snacks.

The space is set up to be friendly and welcoming, for people to talk in groups large or small, rather than as some kind of lecture thing. She's serious about wanting to keep it informal for now.

To hopefully keep the atmosphere relaxed even if she's in a more focused, serious mindset, Jellybean and Officer Snuggles are wandering around and will be happy to have attention from anyone.]

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_{[ Huh, so the pink haired woman he'd met at that party awhile ago and doing the mural was a captain now. Interesting. She clearly seemed to take to it well, but then she had said she was a military officer before - so it made sense. And what she proposed was not a bad idea, either. It would be good to speak with the other captains and come up with plans of actions in the cases of emergencies and attacks - which apparently had happened before, according to Beverly.

So he comes to the place that Wrath had dictated, dressed casually rather than in either of the two uniforms he had. He makes himself a coffee and glances around, waiting to see who else would show. ]}

[Wrath recognizes you too, Jim. She offers him a bright smile.]

Awesome, thanks for coming. Which ship do you serve?

The Tourist, for several months now - ever since Varric left. What about yourself, Miss Wrath? You said you were the Windrose, correct?

Edited 2016-12-08 20:07 (UTC)

Yeah, I'm on the Windrose. I was the first mate for a long time, and then I got promoted to captain when Vision left.

But you're used to commanding a ship, right? Even if this is like herding fucking cats.

_{[ He laughed at the comparison. ]}

It does feel like that sometimes, even back on my own. But yes, I'm the Captain of the Enterprise, part of Star Fleet in my own neck of space.

I hadn't known you were a military captain though. Impressive, Wrath.

Oh, that's right, like an actual spaceship and everything. That's so cool.

I was a lieutenant in charge of a mobile infantry platoon, so not as big as being captain. But my platoon had more people in it than any of these ships, so I guess it's still useful experience.

[Stefan's been around for a while, seeing as he runs the place, but he manages a smile as he approaches with his own mug of tea. (It's even labeled, with his name in strong Arabic penmanship.)]

Hey. I don't think I've seen you around before. [He'll hold out a hand, almost expectantly.] I'm Stefan, from the Paisley.