Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1825 hours

It was a sight worth waiting for. Connor seemed to have done a fantastic job at preparing the Main Gallery for the evening's festivities - one Steve would make sure he was noted for. The joys of a speech; how he loathed them. But, he'd made sure to keep it simple this time.

At the head of the Gallery was a long rectangular table for the heads of the Fleet; Fleet CO, Fleet XO, Fleet Chief of Staff, Fleet Department Directors; all in all about 15 seats that sat behind the back to look out upon the others. Steve had made sure Connor had a seat by his side as the effort he'd put in warranted a seat at the front where he could be recognised, and he'd also sent a personal message to the Galley and table-staff to add in a place for the newly arrived Ambassador Ornixen. The rest of the tables were round, with glistening white tablecloths to sit between 6 and 8 depending on the size of table. No seating plan was set; Steve had decided the attendees would all be old enough not to squabble... That and he was sure they all knew that if they did - he wouldnt be too pleased about it. Especially when a few bloodwine was down his throat. It was a picture-perfect setting with the spreads of flowers and other decorations across the vast amount of table-tops, flags hanging from the ceiling marking many of the nearby colonies to Thrinacia, and at the very head of the Gallery, above the head table, was the obvious - the Federation Flag in all her glory.

Steve couldnt take his eyes from that mighty flag, deliberately bigger than the others. With no breeze inside it simply sat still, no waving or flopping or anything as it hung perfectly. Looking upon it made the Admiral feel immensly proud to be in the position he held, even more so knowing that so many people would be looking on the same scene in but a mere 30 minutes.

"Fleet Admiral?"

Steve turned as he heard a voice approach from behind and they passed him a padd. "Thats Admiral, Ensign. Not quite that higher-a-big-cheese." He winked, pressing his thumb to the authorisation box in the lower left of the small screen. The Ensign merely smiled slightly in embarrassment and turned and walked away. As they did, Steve allowed himself to turn completely on the spot to look out over the room again, smiling in delight at the setup. Couldnt have asked for a more beautiful setting for such an occassion. He thought to himself, stopping his gaze at the window out across towards the Nebula on the far reaches. He could just make out the mass of Runabouts pulling the Gateway slowly closer, on course and time for the official unveiling in about 50 minutes time. First a gathering a mingeling at 1900, then everyone sits for the small speech. Then the Gateway in her glory.

Polished off with drinking, dancing, and of course the vurluptuous 'several-course' meal that was to follow.

TAG: ANYONE - let us get this party started

[Trek KaTara]

USS Dauntless
10.38 hrs

tamyoH was in the middle of a training session when her comm beeped summoning her to the Captains office, =/\= Jason to tamyoH, can you come up to my office please we need to talk. =/\=

=/\= On my way Jason. tamyoH out.=/\=

She left Lt Stevens running the session and headed up to the Captains office, she didn't press the chime as he was waiting for her just walked straight in. She looked over at him as he sat behind his desk, he did not look happy. "Whats wrong Jason, I can see in your eyes something is upsetting you." she said as she sat down.

He sighed she had learnt to read him like no-one else had, "You have new orders, you are being transfered to the USS Independance. We have changed our course to drop you off at thier current location, you are being promoted to the position of Executive officer and the Rank of LT Commander effective immediately." Jason said and stood up walked round the desk and handed her a small box with her new pins in, both a Klingon and federation set. "Congratulations tamyoH, I am going to miss you."

tamyoH stood she was shocked "Thank you Jason I will miss you too, you have proved to be a good friend I am sorry for any trouble between myself and others of the crew." she said as she stepped closer and pulled him into an embrace, "If ever you need me call me, I will come if I can if not I will ensure you get the help you need." she said as she let him go and stepped back, she snapped to attention and saluted him then turned and headed out of the office to pack.

USS Dauntless
tamyoH's quarters 1808 hrs

tamyoH sat at her desk finishing her final reports and recomendations, she had already emptied her few things out of her office and packed up everything she owned from her quarters. Her personal equipment from the storage and weapons lockers had already been taken to the transporter room and was waiting for her, she finished the last report and sent everything to Jason then closed her console down picked up her bags and headed out of her quarters for the last time.

She headed down tp the transporter room and waited for word that they had arrived at SB Thrinacia, she did not have to wait long a few minutes later conformation came through that they had arrived and were ready to transport her over.

USS Dauntless Bridge

=/\= USS Dauntless to USS Independence, we have a crew transfere for you please confirm co-ordinates for beem over.=/\=

USS Independence Bridge

=/\= Dauntless this is the Independance we are sending you the co-ordinates now beem over when ready, Independence out.=/\=

Dauntless Transporter room one

Jason entered the room and walked over to the padd, "Take care of yourself tamyoH, don't let your new Captain get away with anything give him hell." he said with a sad laugh then handed her a box, open it when your alone in your new quarters." he said then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left.

before she could follow him the transporter been swallowed her and all her belongings, she reapeared a few seconds later aboard the USS Independance.

[Emma Wilkinson]

(Emma Wilkinson)

STARBASE THRINACIA
Conference Room Alpha
15:00 Hours

Emma had made her way to her assigned quarters on Thrinacia to find her things had been bought by as she requested. Well at least I know the crew is at least half competent. She giggled to herself. She picked her bags up and took them through to be placed on the bed, before she opened it up and took out a few things. Toiletries were put in their rightful places, uniforms hung so as to be ready for duty and the party, and then finally a few personal touches were places in various locations. Finally Emma tinkered with the climate and lighting controls to get them how she liked them, and decided it was time to take a shower and get herself ready for the evenings events.

As she stepped into the shower and let the water run down her back for a moment, she thought back to the last time she had seen Malloway. It certainly had been a while, but working for the federation you had to role with the punches and go where you were assigned, or retire of course. Emma had no plans to do that any time soon, but over the last few years she had bounced from place to place, and hadn’t had time to settle anywhere. Settling down in one place for a while sounded quite appealing, and with it being with old friends, it sounded even better.

Once clean and fresh, and with a smile on her lips Emma jumped out of the shower, dried herself off with a soft and fluffy towel before fussing and faffing with everything from her hair, to how her uniform looked. Once she was finally satisfied with the outcome, and with a final check in the mirror, she moved into the main room and retrieved a cup of coffee from the replicator. She settled onto a chair to drink it, and wait for the time to make her way to the main gallery, old friends, and what should turn out to be a good party. Best way to start a new assignment. She thought to herself with a smile.

(Tag all) 

[Melanie Woodcroft]

(As Melanie Woodcroft)


Starbase Thrinacia
Enroute from Conference Room Alpha


Melanie comes out of the room looking down at her padds. She had started to create codes for the ships but she still had to work on them. She also had to contact her ship about what they were going to do as the escort for the Braveheart. she keeps looking through things on her padd as she heads to her temporary quarters. she undressed and got into the shower and started washing up in a daze.  she felt alone and empty inside. She didn't have a family and barely had friends cause of her moving around so much. all she had was her career and sometimes she don't even have that. maybe this will change it all. She didn't know though. she knew one thing. She'd be alone for the rest of her life. That's how she felt now and days. She didn't know how to deal with it either at times. she loved her job, but her life still got lonely. She got out of the shower and dried off wrapping the towel around her body. she heads over to her dressers and opens them and takes out a clean uniform to change into. When she changed into that and brushed her hair and put on her pips and her commbadge, she looked herself in the mirror and sighs. "least you got your career and your dog huh?" she asked herself and looked over on the bed when her dogs head came up and she whines softly. Melanie heads over sitting on the bed and the dog puts her head on Melanies lap. Melanie rubs it gently. "yeah you're the only thing in my life. Least you love me right, Lady?" she asked and the dog sat up and licked her face happily. she giggles and ruffles the dogs hair. "yeah you do girl. Not sure of you're allowed to come with me but i'll bring you. i could use you right now around me." she said softly kissing the dogs nose. Lady was half border collie and half Husky. two of her favorite breeds mixed together made a beautiful animal. she gets up and snaps her fingers and Lady jumps down from the bed and heads out with her. Melanie walks to the area where they were having the dinner and she goes in. Seeing she was one of the first to be there she headed over to the window and looks out gently like she always does when she's thinking. She sighed softly as Lady sat down next to her. Melanie looked down and petted her head gently and headed back to the table and sat down. she pointed to the floor and Lady lays down next to her. Melanie takes out the padd she had in her pocket and started to read it.

TAG

[Melanie Woodcroft]

(as Megan Goodyear)

Starbase Thrinacia
Main Gallery

Megan, the chief of security/tactical officer, was walking around with a earpiece in her ear dressed in her security uniform and looked around. she holds her fingers to the Piece. "all security guards call in.. i need to know if you all are in position." she said. one my one voices started to come through it.

//Daniels here. team one is position in the main Gallery at all the main doors and docking ports.//

//Jackson here.. Team two is in position  on the lower decks...//

"reports recieved. Team alpha is in position in the main gallery room.  have you all been in contact with the ships securities as well?" she asked as she walked around looking.

//Michaels here on that one. I have talked to them and they have their ships scanning the areas as we speak. they're keeping the area secure.  Thrinacia's shields and weapons are on standby. they are on auto setting for the weapons. first sign of trouble they go active. Internal sensors are online and recording. Trust me captain nothing is going to get past us.//

"excellent. with all of the captains and head of departments here, specially the CinC, we need to double up on security today. Good job you all.. check in with me every hour." she told them.

//yes ma'am// they all said to her.

Megan goes over and taps Malloway on the shoulder. "everything is secure sir.." she told him reporting it all.

TAG

[Emma Wilkinson]

(Jemma Grax)

STARBASE THRINACIA
Conference Room Alpha
15:26 Hours

Jemma had been wondering around the starbase since the briefing, simply enjoying the sights and sounds. Most people didn’t see the differences between being on a ship or a starbase, but Jemma could. Ships were much smaller for starters and there were few places to go. Not that the ships were small to start with, but nothing compared to the starbases. She loved simply walking around and taking it all in, escaping the ship for a few hours always got her spirits up.

Jemma had simply followed her feet, wondered around and looked at all the places and things on offer. Everyone looked so busy, hurrying from one place to the next, but Jemma simply meandered amongst them. She had her eye on the time, so she wouldn’t be late back to the Braveheart to get ready for the party. Catching the time once more she thought it was probably a good idea to start heading in the Braveheart’s direction, although she still had plenty of time.

It wasn’t long before she found herself back aboard her own ship, and with a slightly lighter step that she had before made her way to her quarters for a quick sonic shower, before putting on her Sunday best as she called it and making her way to the main galley.

Tag All

[Zack Gillibrand]

[as Torin Elano, Chief of Ops USS Braveheart]


USS Braveheart
Personal Quarters
1835 hours


"Will you hurry up please Tor?" asked Rennan Elano, his voice and thoughts both tinged with excitement.  The tall, muscular security officer sat at the small table in his and Torin's quarters, drumming his fingers impatiently on the smooth transparent aluminum surface.  Rennan had been ready to leave for over half an hour, but of course Torin had to take forever getting ready--checking everything fifteen times before they left.  "You do know that this starts at 1900, right? Not a lot of time, love."

"Can I help it if I want to impress my superiors?" said Torin as he exited the bathroom, running a brush through his blonde ponytail.  He set the brush down and picked up a small bottle of Deltan cologne, sprayed a small puff into the air then walked into the cloud of scent.  "There, I think I'm ready.  How do I look?" asked Torin, spinning around in a half-rotation.

"You look fantastic...but my opinion is somewhat biased," said Rennan, standing up from his seated position and taking two steps toward Torin.  "One of your pips is crooked, though."  Torin's eyes got extremely wide and he began to turn back around toward the bathroom where the mirror was.  Rennan grabbed him by the upper arm and gently pulled him away from the door.  "Relax Tor.  I was kidding."

~You'll pay for that later~ Torin projected to his husband with a slightly mischevious undercurrent in his emotions. 

"Oh I will, huh?" said Rennan aloud.  Even though they were both Betazoids, Torin and Rennan were polar opposites in their telepathic abilities.  Rennan had very limited powers, only able to read surface thoughts and emotions and not even able to communicate telepathically.  Torin on the other hand had a Gift so powerful that it almost restricted him from full active duty in Starfleet; without theragenic isocyanate to take a little of the edge off his telepathic powers, Torin would not be able to shut out the thoughts and feelings of others and those thoughts would overwhelm him.  "Is this another 'Don't mess with the Diva' situation?"

"I never claimed to be a Diva, love.  I just take great pride in my appearance.  I hear your thoughts over there, Mister.  You're not funny, not funny at all."

"Well...I never wanted a career in comedy anyway.  Shall we?" Rennan said, extending his elbow toward his husband.  Torin threaded his hand through the crook in Ren's elbow, always grateful for the small chivalrous gestures that Ren did for him.  The two walked in companionable silence until they exited the Braveheart and made their way toward the Main Gallery of Starbase Thrinacia.  There were going to be literally thousands of people here tonight, so Rennan had an extra hypo filled with the mild telepathic suppressant just in case it was needed.  Even though they were slightly early, there were already a lot of people there.  Rennan went over to the food tables and surveyed the offerings, pleased with what he saw.  There was a good variety of foodstuffs from many different worlds, including live gagh and several other Klingon delicacies.  Rennan was also pleased to see one of his favorite dishes from home, Mantickian Pate.  In the region of Betazed where he grew up, this particular dish was scarce because of its high preparation cost and the difficulty in finding Mantick livers.  Plus, Rennan had come from a rather poor family and they had not been able to afford many delicacies; those that tell you poverty does not exist on Federation core worlds need to only visit the outskirts of the Abkan Lowlands on Betazed. Rennan looked toward Torin, gave an approving nod, and the two of them dispersed throughout the crowd to mingle with others until the ceremonies began.

[open tag]

[Ethan Trane]

USS Braveheart
Captain’s Quarters
1800 Hours

Ethan heard the faint chime of the alarm going off. His eyes opening slightly and slowly, he began to stretch his arms above his head as he sprawled out on the couch. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and let out a long yawn. He was glad he got a decent nap between the debriefing and the party. He was actually looking forward to this party, his first in dress whites as a Commanding Officer.

Standing, he made his way to his room, where his ‘whites’ were hanging, crisply pressed and decorated. Grabbing a tee shirt and underwear, he made his way to the sonic shower where he took a soothing hot shower, feeling the heat penetrate his muscles. After sitting through the briefing he had been looking forward to relaxing in this way.

Finished with his shower, Ethan dried off and put on his underclothes. On his way back to his room, he stopped at the replicator and grabbed a coffee, hot and black. A little caffeine should help with the long hours tonight he thought as he sipped the liquid on his way to his room. Once inside, he dressed in his whites, finished his coffee and fixed his hair. Everything looked pretty good, except for his hair, which never did what he wanted it to do anyway.

Making his way to the door, he figured now would be a good time to make it to the party. He wouldn’t be the fist one there, but he wouldn’t be the last either.

Starbase Thrinacea
Main Gallery
1845 Hours

Entering the room, Ethan walked towards the bar to grab a drink. He noticed there weren’t many people there yet, but more than he thought would be there. Ethan decided to stand at the bar and let the effects of the first drink begin to loosen his nerves.

TAG: Anyone

[Malone Martize]

Starbase Thrinacia
Main Gallery [Malone]
1843 Hours

Malone turned a corner, his hands steady trying to streighten his collar of the uniform. He never did mind wearing formal attire, it always made him feel important. However, they were a pain to keep clean and neat.

He took a deep breath, unbuckling the zipper that attached to the neck.

...as well as collar rings that are too tight for his neck...


Tag: Open (sry for not posting lately. Odds in the dirt in RL has gotten me in bad spirits.)

[John Morgan]

STARBASE THRINACIA
Johns Temporary Office
1815 hours.

John exited his office to begin his walk towards his quarters to prepare him self for this evenings festivities. Thinking to him self, John wondered if Steve would be as prompt as he was for the debriefing. Either way, the preparations for today should cover any silly triviality such as that. What has been planned should be a blast, the party should be most enjoyable. Then there was the gate it self, most likely being towed into position at this very moment. The unveiling should be the icing on the proverbial cake.

As usual, John made his way through corridors that seem to have no end, door after door it seems to not stop. These mega structures known as starbases are certainly an achievement, it is amazing that we even have one at all, with how expensive it is to construct such monstrosities.  However with such a technology available, it seems a waste not to put such resources into our mission. This starbase will certainly serve as a pivotal role in exploring this gateway and its capabilities. John paused his pondering to open door to his quarters.

Entering his quarters, John headed for the draws and extracted his dress uniform. This is one of the most dreaded parts of formal events. The formal dress. No one John knows really likes being in dress uniform. As for an admiral, it is even more so, with the increased frequency that they are required to use it. John, walked over to the mirror and grudgingly changed into his dress uniform.

Looking in the mirror, John adjusted the collar slightly, thinking this evening should be a blast. A full on show of the Iconian gateway, and some booze to boot. In his uniform, John thought how privileged he was to be in such a position in what could be one of Starfleets moments in history. John turned to exit his quarters and headed off for the main gallery.

STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1835 hours.

John entered the Gallery to be greeted with a flabbergasting view. Round tables filled the room, headed by a large rectangular table. Various decorations including flowers and flags. Above the head table was the flag of the federation. A most glorious view it was.

Scanning the room, John saw there was a few people present. Those present included amazingly Steve, who wasa inspecting the fine work. But then out of his peripheral vision, John saw the gate just about in position. It was a sight to bestow the eyes. The many years of hard work getting the gate functional came flooding back. John had a good feeling that everything will go to plan.

Navigating the various tables, John approached Steve just to disturb him.

“This is looking absolutely marvellous, don't you say? Now, what was for the main course? It seems to slipped my mind”. John asked Steve.

TAG: Steve