Searlait, Jak, Alexei and Vormav

Meeting room three has the word ‘Loris’ on the door for no reason that any one knows, and like the other meeting rooms is practical, rather than decorative. The room is square with mid blue carpet, light blue walls and a white ceiling. There is circular, polished wood table in the centre, large enough to seat six in comfortable chairs. Built into the centre of the table is sonic damping field generator, but even when this is off sound in here is muffled by the acoustic absorbing materials in the walls and ceiling and the plush, but not exotic carpet on the floor. Daylight coloured lumens near the corners of the ceiling throw a bright even light over proceedings, though less so from one of these that seems as if it might be failing. The light shows off the colours on the odd mix of pictures around the room, one portrait, two landscapes, two spacescapes one still life and two abstracts, one of which though pleasant, is almost certainly of exenos origin. There are recaff facilities on a small wheeled trolley in one corner and four carafes of water on the table.

Right now, the sound damper is on, giving the words spoken a flat, muffled tone but ensuring that no one beyond these walls will hear what is said by the four people around the table.
Lady Captain Searlait Saoirse sits opposite Jak Tesla, the engine seer prime, with the 1st officer Alexei Talionis on her right and the High Factotem, Vormav, on her left.

OOC Please remember that most of you have information that the Lady Captain needs to know regarding the state of the ship and it’s personnel. Please could you all give me Awareness rolls.
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Alexei is still thinking of how to rearrange the disrupted meetings in the wake of the sudden requisition of the room, but then he puts it out of mind as he surveys his colleagues and boss around him. Dima can handle that, and hopefully it won't take too long either.

His dataslate lies before him, ready to be presented when required.

OOC:
08:36, Today: Alexei Talionis rolled 32 -- a simple success using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 40.  Awareness .
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The hours are definitely dragging on Searlait as she makes her way into the conference chamber about 10 minutes early and is slightly surprised to see Alexei already in the room with a slate in front of him. Nodding in recognition to the new XO she takes a seat at the head of the table pours herself a mug of recaf from the caraff and tells the first officer "Help yourself, we will begin as soon as Officer Vormav arrives." then takes a long draught of the hot beverage.


Searlait Saoirse rolled 95 -- 8 degrees of failure using the Only War system with a target number of 17.  awareness. The tiredness is really drag on her.

Vormav arrived shortly later. His normally slightly bedraggled appearance had been cleaned up to make a good first impression on the new captain. His gold chased hell gun gleamed brilliantly in it's mount hanging along his spine. His overcoat in the ships livery was starched and pressed but his hair was still in its perfectly messy style. He grabbed a caff and then took his spot at the table, in keeping with the established narrative. "Mi'lady, a pleasure to finally meet you, my skills are at your disposal."

OOC: 22:26, Today: Vormav rolled 68 -- 3 degrees of failure using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 30.  Awareness. –

 The Explorator is slightly delayed - not hugely, and he sent a missive before him to the security staff (since the implementation of St Faraday's Pattern into the walls of any truly secure meeting-room make it impractical to communicate into one) - but turns up in short order after Vormav with a matter-of-fact and metallic-flat statement of "I was delayed while assessing a Geller node long out of service." which contains neither excuse nor apology.

 The floating servo-skull that accompanies him darts about - and in due course settles under the malfunctioning Lumen, which it scans and adds to the (long) list of maintenance issues to address (albeit at a ruinously low priority) as the Explorator, seemingly tired but not permitting it to impact his presentation of red-robed, brassy inhumanity settles at (but not into) his conference room chair, stating "There are matters of the Pious Lament to discuss. Many are of high priority, but not are catastrophically so."

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00:00, Today: Jak Tesla rolled 96 -- 5 degrees of failure using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 37.  Awareness.
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The meeting settles down with voices muffled and virtually no sound intruding from outside, the recaff is good and the seats are comfortable.



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 Being a Tech-Priest, Tesla doesn't sit of course (that would be too much like permitting the flesh to become a concern) but he does pause after his short speech and then rotate on the spot to move towards where his Servo-Skull is scanning the flickering Lumen, studying it himself for a few moments without the least awareness that he should be doing anything more... Meeting-y. And then picking up his chair to carry it under the light.

 From under his robes, he produces a slender probe-like tool with a complex locking arrangement on the end which he uses to start dismounting said malfunctioning lumen, remarking "Please continue." in a decidedly 'nothing to see here' fashion.

 He... probably knows what he's doing, right?

"Ah yes, Master Enginseer, it seems Autumn's Fall might require a double-check on the maneuvering thrusters. Some of the staff were a bit discomforted on the flight in. You'll find the records here."

He slides his dataslate over to the techpriest. It is a perfectly ordinary piece of minutiae concerning modifications to a storm bolter he intends to acquire. However, Alexei's hand obscures most of it. and his finger just so happens to be pointing to a hastily-added line below in encoded ship-cant.

PICTURE BEHIND L-C. POTENTIAL BUG. SOURCE? ACT NORMAL.
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 "Engineseer Prime." Tesla corrects, dismounting the Lumen in question and examining it at both ends in a rather diagnostic fashion that doesn't cause him to miss the message, "And inspection of the vessel in question will be added to the task list. More urgent matters claim the attention of shipboard staff however, and resources for parasite vessels will be restricted for some time to come." while looking down at the message and offering one short nod that could easily be mistaken for communing with the small, dim spirit of the offending lumen.

"My thanks for you all taking time out of your schedules to be here" she says to the assembled senior officers "Especially you Magos, I am told there are many repairs that require attention on this vessel."

"Mister Vormav, It is a pleasure to meet you as well, would you be able to start the meeting with a state of the departments under your purview?" she asks him and sets the dampener on.

Vormav pulls a data slate from his coat and scrolls through it "Simply Vormav or High Factotum, if it pleases you mi'lady." he taps a few things "You may have heard my predecessor was recently killed and I ascended to my current role. The immediate clerical staff should be commended on being able to keep things running as smoothly as they did while so many of the senior officers were in transition. I was not in my position for the assignment and vetting of all the new senior staff, were the appointments ran by you prior to your official instatement? Double checking all the vetting was properly carried out will be a high priority otherwise."

He appears to find the section he needed "In terms of immediate supplies; one of the primary water tanks was contaminated, half the consignment of machine parts for the Enginseer were sucked into vacuum along with seventeen crew when we left Port Wander, the promethium tanks are at 30% supplies locally are fairly scant but given time some might be found at a high price, there are still some other supplies on the surface which will take approximately eight hours to load, but to my knowledge it’s nothing critical if we need to leave it behind for some reason."

He scrolls more "Other than that... There is some rumor of the rats in the walls being more quiet than usual. Not like the twist Catcher to complain about doing his own job well. But if we were flush with cash, crew, and supplies I would allocate the resources to check it out. But I don't expect it's anything dire."

With the Enginseer Prime is dismantling a slightly dim lumen and the 1st officer wittering on about a manoeuvre thrusters that she knows are not faulty, the Lady Captain carries on her conversation with the High Factotum as if such things were normal.
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