04-17-2011, 08:04 PM
(Emma Wilkinson)
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery 19:37
Emma was just beginning to enjoy her wonderful prawn cocktail, when the inevitable happened. Nothing ever went smoothly.
âRED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS â THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!â Was shouted over the COMM system by Admiral Malloyway himself. Oh great, here we go again. She thought to herself with a small sigh.
John turned next to her and joked, âSounds like we got ourselves some extra guests for the fleet opening.â He chuckled before continuing âAs long as it isnât the Cardassians, we donât have the Kanar.â
Emma smiled slightly. âWell you know what Steves like, he does like to do things the hard way! Lets just hope it isnât.â She finished before pushing away her rudely interrupted meal with a grimace, and headed out of the door to the command deck.
By the time Emma had made her way out of the crowd or people, and managed to work out where she was going, she arrived at the command deck. John and conner were already there and were talking to Malloway about what was going on. The second she entered she was listning to all the conversations around her, soaking in as much information on the situation as she could.
âThis could get interesting.â She thought to herself as she approached the group, hanging back to allow Malloway to give his orders before seeing what she could do. John and Conner were looking into outgoing communications, which was when the first torpedo hit. Emma was thrown to the floor and stunned momentarily, before finding her feet again.
âWhat can I do?â She asked once everyone was accounted for, as another Torpedo hit almost making her loose her grip on the railing.
Tag: Malloway/all.
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery 19:37
Emma was just beginning to enjoy her wonderful prawn cocktail, when the inevitable happened. Nothing ever went smoothly.
âRED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS â THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!â Was shouted over the COMM system by Admiral Malloyway himself. Oh great, here we go again. She thought to herself with a small sigh.
John turned next to her and joked, âSounds like we got ourselves some extra guests for the fleet opening.â He chuckled before continuing âAs long as it isnât the Cardassians, we donât have the Kanar.â
Emma smiled slightly. âWell you know what Steves like, he does like to do things the hard way! Lets just hope it isnât.â She finished before pushing away her rudely interrupted meal with a grimace, and headed out of the door to the command deck.
By the time Emma had made her way out of the crowd or people, and managed to work out where she was going, she arrived at the command deck. John and conner were already there and were talking to Malloway about what was going on. The second she entered she was listning to all the conversations around her, soaking in as much information on the situation as she could.
âThis could get interesting.â She thought to herself as she approached the group, hanging back to allow Malloway to give his orders before seeing what she could do. John and Conner were looking into outgoing communications, which was when the first torpedo hit. Emma was thrown to the floor and stunned momentarily, before finding her feet again.
âWhat can I do?â She asked once everyone was accounted for, as another Torpedo hit almost making her loose her grip on the railing.
Tag: Malloway/all.
Rear Admiral Emma Wilkinson
Chief of Staff
Starbase Thrinacia
Chief of Staff
Starbase Thrinacia