02-27-2025, 07:49 PM
As the final officers trickled into the Briefing Room, the doors hissed open and in stepped a tall Trill male with a tanned complexion, dark hair, and vibrant green eyes. He was exquisitely dressed in a fine business suit, that had obviously been fitted and tailored to his physique. For anyone familiar with humanoid facial expressions, the man was putting a pleasant veneer over deep-seated dislike of the situation. Behind him stood a tall human wearing the uniform of a Starfleet Security Lieutenant Commander; he too had dark hair and a scruff of facial hair, and maintained an expression of professional neutrality, though his eyes suggested he was not the civilian's biggest fan.
Jensen, and to a lesser extent, D'Tor'an, would recognise the man as Lieutenant Commander Bryan Crawford. Little brother of the famous Captain Tyra Crawford. Also Captain Braggins' husband.
The Trill looked around the room at the assembled officers, frown deepening and further creasing his features, and he released an exasperated sigh.
"Where is Captain Braggins? Can she not even be on time for her own briefing?"
Eyes scanning the room, they settled on Jensen, the only occupant wearing command maroon.
"What kind of circus is she running here, Commander?"
Jensen, and to a lesser extent, D'Tor'an, would recognise the man as Lieutenant Commander Bryan Crawford. Little brother of the famous Captain Tyra Crawford. Also Captain Braggins' husband.
The Trill looked around the room at the assembled officers, frown deepening and further creasing his features, and he released an exasperated sigh.
"Where is Captain Braggins? Can she not even be on time for her own briefing?"
Eyes scanning the room, they settled on Jensen, the only occupant wearing command maroon.
"What kind of circus is she running here, Commander?"