Most of the crew was awake, which made Ray somewhat relieved. Even though they had a crazy night, he still had to make sure that this ship was operational. He had worked hard to gain the respect of his crew, and hopefully this was a sign of it. Maybe after refueling the crew could get some much deserved rest. Raymond smirked at Astrid's hungover voice, and at Josk's threat towards the AI. [color=lightblue]"Those drugs will kick in a few minutes and you'll be praising the damn thing."[/color]

Tony's voice was next to fill the voice chat. [color=lightblue]"Yeah, I'd like to stay a couple steps ahead of the Committee on this one. I'm hoping Valanx can find something from that pod. It's only a matter of time before the Committee knows that we were lying."[/color] Then the other voice chimed in. The Doctor had chimed in, and he suddenly remembered his jacket. It seemed some of the crew was going to the kitchen, and now was the best time to try and retrieve his article of clothing. He entered the kitchen and took a look around at the damage to see that it was non-existent. Tango and the other janitor bots on the ship must have done some work as the crew slept. Once again he would have to thank Tango for all he has done. For years the two had learned to work with one another, and it was rather interesting to see an AI start to grow a personality. He hoped that Ray didn't rub off Tango too much. That's the last thing the Committee needed.

He saw Rae with her head on the table, a feeling he knew all too well. "Morning." Ray greeted the people within the kitchen. He paced towards the stovetop to the kettle, examining the contents around it. He wasn't much of a tea drinker, but he was sure that it would help with the dull headache that had occurred. After a moment of silence from the Captain, he finally turned to face the table. [color=lightblue]"Doctor… I, er… You wouldn't happen to have my... jacket, would you?"[/color] His cheeks felt hot, but he was sure that it wouldn't be noticeable, knowing that he was still recovering from the drinks.

Suddenly, a familiar yet hated little tune echoed throughout the ship. It was the opening theme to the Galactic Committee, and very rarely was it used aboard the Monroe unless absolutely necessary. "Crew of the Monroe, this is Admiral Tori V'sul." The heavenly yet strong voice echoed throughout the ship. "I'm sorry to do this, but the Galactic Committee has sent out a Code: Velvet." 

Ray tapped his comms to interrupt the transmission. [color=lightblue]"With all due respect, Admiral, we have just finished a Code: Silver priority that got one of my men killed--"[/color] Raymond started, but he was cut off. "I am sorry for your loss, Captain, but you and your crew are the only ones close enough to respond to this threat. Fortunately it's on the planet of your refueling schedule. I need everyone in the briefing room as soon as possible for a briefing. Admiral out." The comms clicked, and Raymond frowned in thought.

Code: Velvet was not a protocol used lightly. Mostly it was used for highly sensitive cases, with extremely dangerous matters. [color=lightblue]"It's been a while since we've had a Velvet on our hands... Sorry, folks, but we got one more job before we can hibernate. You heard the Admiral, get to the briefing room... Drink your tea fast, get dressed up, We'll question our newest recruit after all this shit is over with."[/color]