The average auditorium. Comfortable setting around a pedestal in front of a large screen. Usually where the captain adresses the crew.

<<<<< Shadow, Maxwell  from security

  Walking in , the pilot looks around, he takes his hat off , but hangs onto it, as he looks at the seating,  and wonders if there is a need to sit.

Blake enters, sits down at the front. "Hi Kray."

From:  Security

   Still Acting Captain Maxwell entered the room a minute or so later than Lt. Shadow.  She had taken the time to insure that the Security Section was secured and to alleviate some biologic back pressure.  She didn't take a seat, but stood at the front of the room, off to one side of the screen.

   Kray nodded to Blake, he motioned with his  hat to Jennifer,Finally got ta meet my Captain!... had a bit of a sit down... then we heard the Call....

 then he  looked ta  both  Jennifer and Blake as he add,..hope they wake up some bloody grounds crew, I wanna take my ship out... she has ta be as eager as me!

 he was still standing. his eyes  were shifting around abit, as if he didn't quite trust everything, just yet.

Addison made the short walk from Medical to the conference rooms, whistling softly to herself. The ship was a bit creepy with no one awake. She entered the conference room and gave a wave to Kray, the only person she knew, then sat down near the front of the room.

A bit shaky Troy walks in and sits down at the back. He is not feeling too well.

  The pilot waves to Addison with a grin, then Troy. When troy sat down, Shadow  said,..beter het some tucker soon... our Captain...gave me a bit of coffee and such...feel alot better now...we'll check out the rec Deck when this is  all over.

Over the next few minutes several more people came in. Most of them wore khaki uniforms, indicating they were bridge crew. There were about twenty-five of them. They sat down in silence, several of them just barely awake. Close on their heels ten men in green-gray uniforms. Marines by the looks of them, the rugged red-bearded Major Ascott leading them in. The soldier sat down on the second row while the Major took a spot on the stage, next to the screen. He gave a knowing nod to Jennifer. The last few wore coveralls, grey in colour, but distinctly different from the plain grey jumpsuits they had all found below their cryo pods. Not a single one of the fourty-nine people entering was a day over fourty. Most seemed to be in their twenties.

Lastly, following all the others in, was a large man. Potbellied, overweight and calculated in his movement, Captain Blake Dorn wore his khaki uniform proudly. The small crowd started some buzzing chatter, most of them, if not all, had never met their captain before.
While he had all the necessary insignia indicating he was a GNA navy captain, the most notably insignia was the double dolphin besides the british crown. He could be in space now, but Dorn was a submariner at heart.
He took his place behind the pedestal, waiting for the hall to fall silent again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, at ease. Lets skip all the usual standing and saluting stuff and such, and lets get straight to the point..." He looked over the crowd a while, memorising faces.
"As most of you may know by now, our mission as it was intended has failed. Not only are we not in the Alpha Centauri system, but we are not even in the correct year." He held up a hand to indicate the ruckus in the hall should die down quickly. It did.
"The CS-8 Marco Polo has been sabotaged for as far as we can tell now. Thank goodness our ship AI had a contingency program, causing it to try and wake me. Although it failed, it did wake several others, who subsequently took matters into their own hands and managed to save the ship. For that, I commend them."
He gave a nod of recognition to Jennifer, then did the same in the direction of the others.
"Far as we can tell, we are in the year 2157. Meaning we have been woken up 115 years too late. Also, we have been travelling at near light speed for those 115 years, and as such have travelled nearly 110 lightyears further than planned.
We can safely assume that as far as earth is concerned, we are considered lost." Again there were murmers in the conference room. People started to whisper to others, debating the meaning of that announcement.

"However," Dorn continued, "Our mission was clear. Find a suitable planet, and establish a colony. This mission has not changed. The circumstances have changed, but the mission itself will go on as planned. We will find a new home, and meanwhile we will try to contact Earth and see what the heck we missed these past years. With any luck we can contact someone."

"Now, I know we all have to let this terrible news sink in. I know I do. There is however the small matter of at least four thousand civilians on board. For now we will keep them in cryo untill we know what happened on board this ship, and what course of action we are to take next. Each of you has a task. You know this task, and as such I assume you will be able to carry out this task. I suggest you all go do so. I will invite each and every one of you to my quarters personally so we can have a talk, but I think you all understand that will take me a while. For now, go about your business, do what you can to get up to speed. Familiarise yourselves with your posts, then get some rest. As of 0800 tomorrow morning, I will be considering CS-8 Marco polo operational. Please be so kind as to deposit all your questions with Major Ascott. We will all speak soon. Thank you."

With that the burly man leaves the pedestal, and without looking back even once leaves the conference room. The red-bearded Major takes his place.
"As the captain said, we all know our assignments. The fact that we are in the wrong place and time is of no matter. Any questions?"

 Shadow raises his hand  , from the  aisle he stood in, to  the left of the pedestal,.. Major?.... LT Sj
hadow.  I did  Preflight on the Hellcats... they all seem ready to go? I sure would like to take my LAdy out for a shakedown..maybe   fly around the Marco to see if i can see any damage? it would save  the crew alot of  huntin' out there?

Ascott nodded in agreement.
"Decent idea Lt," he looked at a smaller asian woman on the front row. She stood and gave a small nod in Kray's direction. "Coordinate with tech-sergeant Kong-We here to get the birds up and running asap. Far as I can tell you are the only pilot awake for now, so I think you will be busy for the next few days. I know the captain wants to get on with our original mission, but my first concern is the safety of this ship."

   There is a nod from  the pilot,well. Sir? I won't be lying, I wanna  be  out there in that fighter, she how she feels ...but... since we don't  know what's out here..be a  dam' bonzr thin' to get our fighters up and ready?

 he adds,..um...Major...Sir.

 He turns to Tech-SDT Kong-We,..you let me know when yer  up  for a walk about the fighters, tech Sgt?.. We'll start with Mine..and   then get the others  ready  after   i  take a look around the ship.

Addison held up her hand and spoke without waiting to be acknowledged. "Medical is fully stocked and ready to see patients. Everyone should probably get checked out, cryo can have unforeseen effects, especially when you get an extra hundred years unexpectedly."

   Jenni keyed her link with the ship.  "Marco, as Acting Captain of the Marco Polo, I'm transferring all command functions to Blake Dorn effective immediately."  She breathed a sigh of relief at having just given her command to the person who was now able to exercise it.

   Detective Maxwell waited until Lt. Shadow and the Doc were finished, then stepped forward.  "I'm Lieutenant Jennifer Maxwell, former Acting Captain.  First, I'd like to put the people who were awakened with me in for commendations.  They did a hell of a job under very dangerous circumstances.  They saved everyone on the ship."

   She took a deep breath and continued.  The difficult part of the talk was done.  Now it was on to things she knew.  "Second, there is a dead body on the Bridge.  He was murdered by a gunshot to the head.  I've begun a preliminary investigation as to the identity of the victim, but I suspect that he was one of the saboteurs who had a falling out with his three co-conspirators.  I know which four pods they used, but the pod assignments file list the units as unassigned.  I'm still investigating this.  I'll keep you informed of the progress."

   "Third, your people can expect to get the shakes if they don't get something to eat and drink very soon.  I'll be working out of the Security Office, but I don't plan on being there much."  Jen smiled.  "It's a big ship for one cop to patrol, Sir."

    Shadow looks  at Maxwell as she finishes,..you need  any help?... let me know, I'm sorta good  a sneakng  around....and?..if you ahve any idea where they left the ship from, let me know, maybe i'll see something outside...who knows? there might be a drop ship out there they left, thinking no one would be alive to see it,

Seated with the other Marines, Sergeant Major Musashi remained quiet throughout the briefing. When the Major took the podium she used the opportunity to assess the other personnel, on the room, at least they were military so there'd be no need to contend with Civilian antics. Glancing at the Flyboy she appraised him; pitty she thought, any possibilities he may have were mooted by the bars on his shoulders. Still he's from Oz which is a major plus for him.
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"I'll be needing you for the next few days Lt. Shadow. Lt. Maxwell, I'll assign three marines to help you investigate. You can have Sgt. Patterson in the back there, Pvt. Ramirez and Pvt. LeBeau. They will report to you after this meeting. If you need, I can assign Germaine to you too." Ascott pauses...

"Excellent job you did, all of you. What I heard from M4RC0 we would have been dead if you people hadn't stepped up. That wont be forgotten.
Doctor Connolly, I will be sure to send each and every one of the crew by you as soon as possible. Even the captain, although he will most likely try to refuse."

  At Ascott's words, Shadow nodded,Aye Sir, I shouldn't be hard ta find.

  As the Major ticks off the folks  who will be working with Maxwell, she  grins,well.. ya still got a command..a wee one..but still?

   He watches  the ships clock, trying to piece together  what time of day it was. Not that it mattered, as of the moment they woke up? they are on Marco Time.

   Lt. Maxwell smiled.  "Thank you, Sir.  The help will be appreciated."  She stepped back to let any others have their chance with the Major.