06-08-2010, 10:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-09-2010, 12:36 AM by Steve Malloway.)
STARBASE THRINACIA, Merenion Nebulae Cluster
Commanding Officer's Office
0705 hours
The place was a mess, again. Report PADDs, Equipment Requests, Duty Rosters, Fleet Assignments; all scattered about everywhere. And not just on the desk, but across the floor, piling up here and there across the couches, the arms of the couches, the backs... it was a nightmare.
Yet, amongst this nightmare as it may have looked, there was nothing but the peaceful, serene sound of gentle intake of breathe, followed closely but the soft humm as it was released. For there, slumped across the desk with a PADD in each hand, his mouth open slightly and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto a datachip, was the Fleet Commanding Officer; Admiral Steve Malloway. Picture perfect. But, luckily for him, there was no one present to be able to take said picture.
The office was the usual size of any Stardock facility, well, possibly a little bigger for this one as it did have a special assignment brewing and was designed specifically for such a purpose. But either way the arrangement of the furniture was almost the same. A large desk in the opposite corner to the door, a small fishtank on a stand just off from the desk against the wall, a large window set in the wall to the right of the desk to look down on the Planet below, two couches in an L-shape position to one side next to a door to a small off-cabin, and then in the other corner to these was another smaller couch with a glass table. In comparison to a starship ready room, there was an additional replicator; one was set in the wall behind the larger desk, and the other in the wall by the table and smaller couch.
*The time is 0705 hours* The computer chirped up, somehow sounding quite off in the tone used.
"Huh? What?" Steve jumped up at the alarm, wiping the drool from his chin with the back of his hand as he looked this way and that bleary-eyed. "Urgh." He groaned slightly, placing the PADDs on his desk before firmly rubbing his hands down his face, as if to squeeze the fatigue out. He stood, straightening out his uniform as he made his way around his desk, lightly walking over to the off-cabin and letting the door slide open fully before walking in. "Computer, coffee, black." Steve called out, leaning over the basin before him as he had the water shoot from the tap into his hands, throwing it over his features. He heard the light 'tinkling' of the replicator as he picked up the towel from the side, patting his face dry while turning to look back into his office at the mess. Just what he needed. He padded out of the off-cabin as he slung the towel over his shoulder, finally being able to reach out and clasp the steaming mug of coffee.
"Computer, status of 'Project Epsilon Ico'?" The Fleet CO called out, sitting onto the couch and picking up a PADD, peering over the top of the mug at it as he drank slowly, feeling the hot liquid coat the back of his throat in the familiar fashion. Normally he hated black coffee and would rather milk and sugar... but today he needed all the caffeine he could get. Raw.
*Emission read-out is nominal. Base functions reading steady. Defence systems at 65%-*
Steve cut in before the report could be complete. "65%, Explain?" He sat forward on the couch.
*Tachyon emissions affected initial testings of power-up, causing a feedback to defence systems.*
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "If these technicians dont get it sorted soon, we'll have no planet system left, let alone a defence system." If it wasnt one thing, it was another. He'd been assigned as Fleet Commanding Officer to the United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet 5 months ago now, and already they had problems to resolve. Granted the problems were a priority due to the nature of the Fleet, but that was neither here nor there. 'Epsilon Ico' was a shaky shindig that shouldnt be rushed. "But no... what was it he said? 'Due to our recent losses blahblahblah we need something to make people realise the Federation is as strong as she always used to be'. Damn Ambassadors and their need for speed." Steve muttered, bringing up the roster of ships assigned to the UFPDF.
"Some good Commanders in there." He breathed, setting his half-finished mug of coffee down on the table with a slight clink. "Will be good to meet them all tomorrow." He finished, changing PADDs to read the memo sent out to all UFPDF COs:
Steve sighed again, looking up slightly as he placed the PADD down. Not only were the COs to attend, but his Fleet Exec, and Chief of Fleet Ops were asked to as well. As much as Steve hated the formalities of command, the idea of a party, ceremony apparently, was too good to miss. He grinned, standing and moving to place the towel back in the off-cabin, checking he was presentable as he tapped his commbadge.
=/\="Commander Blake, if you're not busy, we need a chin-wag. Report to my Ready Room. Malloway out."=/\=
TAG: Connor, and... EVERYONE!!!
Commanding Officer's Office
0705 hours
The place was a mess, again. Report PADDs, Equipment Requests, Duty Rosters, Fleet Assignments; all scattered about everywhere. And not just on the desk, but across the floor, piling up here and there across the couches, the arms of the couches, the backs... it was a nightmare.
Yet, amongst this nightmare as it may have looked, there was nothing but the peaceful, serene sound of gentle intake of breathe, followed closely but the soft humm as it was released. For there, slumped across the desk with a PADD in each hand, his mouth open slightly and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto a datachip, was the Fleet Commanding Officer; Admiral Steve Malloway. Picture perfect. But, luckily for him, there was no one present to be able to take said picture.
The office was the usual size of any Stardock facility, well, possibly a little bigger for this one as it did have a special assignment brewing and was designed specifically for such a purpose. But either way the arrangement of the furniture was almost the same. A large desk in the opposite corner to the door, a small fishtank on a stand just off from the desk against the wall, a large window set in the wall to the right of the desk to look down on the Planet below, two couches in an L-shape position to one side next to a door to a small off-cabin, and then in the other corner to these was another smaller couch with a glass table. In comparison to a starship ready room, there was an additional replicator; one was set in the wall behind the larger desk, and the other in the wall by the table and smaller couch.
*The time is 0705 hours* The computer chirped up, somehow sounding quite off in the tone used.
"Huh? What?" Steve jumped up at the alarm, wiping the drool from his chin with the back of his hand as he looked this way and that bleary-eyed. "Urgh." He groaned slightly, placing the PADDs on his desk before firmly rubbing his hands down his face, as if to squeeze the fatigue out. He stood, straightening out his uniform as he made his way around his desk, lightly walking over to the off-cabin and letting the door slide open fully before walking in. "Computer, coffee, black." Steve called out, leaning over the basin before him as he had the water shoot from the tap into his hands, throwing it over his features. He heard the light 'tinkling' of the replicator as he picked up the towel from the side, patting his face dry while turning to look back into his office at the mess. Just what he needed. He padded out of the off-cabin as he slung the towel over his shoulder, finally being able to reach out and clasp the steaming mug of coffee.
"Computer, status of 'Project Epsilon Ico'?" The Fleet CO called out, sitting onto the couch and picking up a PADD, peering over the top of the mug at it as he drank slowly, feeling the hot liquid coat the back of his throat in the familiar fashion. Normally he hated black coffee and would rather milk and sugar... but today he needed all the caffeine he could get. Raw.
*Emission read-out is nominal. Base functions reading steady. Defence systems at 65%-*
Steve cut in before the report could be complete. "65%, Explain?" He sat forward on the couch.
*Tachyon emissions affected initial testings of power-up, causing a feedback to defence systems.*
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "If these technicians dont get it sorted soon, we'll have no planet system left, let alone a defence system." If it wasnt one thing, it was another. He'd been assigned as Fleet Commanding Officer to the United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet 5 months ago now, and already they had problems to resolve. Granted the problems were a priority due to the nature of the Fleet, but that was neither here nor there. 'Epsilon Ico' was a shaky shindig that shouldnt be rushed. "But no... what was it he said? 'Due to our recent losses blahblahblah we need something to make people realise the Federation is as strong as she always used to be'. Damn Ambassadors and their need for speed." Steve muttered, bringing up the roster of ships assigned to the UFPDF.
"Some good Commanders in there." He breathed, setting his half-finished mug of coffee down on the table with a slight clink. "Will be good to meet them all tomorrow." He finished, changing PADDs to read the memo sent out to all UFPDF COs:
Quote:TO: United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet Commanding Officer
FROM: Malloway, S. Admiral, Fleet Commander
RE: Cermony and Debrief
LOCATION AND TIME OF DEBRIEF: Starbase 402 'Thrinacia', Conference Room Alpha, 1300 hours, Stardate 65784
LOCATION AND TIME OF CEREMONY: As above, @ 1900 hours, Main Gallery
DEBRIEF ATTENDEES: Commanding Officers, Executive Officers
CEREMONY ATTENDEES: All Officers and Crew
ATTIRE: Duty Uniform for Debrief, Dress Uniform for Ceremony
Steve sighed again, looking up slightly as he placed the PADD down. Not only were the COs to attend, but his Fleet Exec, and Chief of Fleet Ops were asked to as well. As much as Steve hated the formalities of command, the idea of a party, ceremony apparently, was too good to miss. He grinned, standing and moving to place the towel back in the off-cabin, checking he was presentable as he tapped his commbadge.
=/\="Commander Blake, if you're not busy, we need a chin-wag. Report to my Ready Room. Malloway out."=/\=
TAG: Connor, and... EVERYONE!!!
Admiral Steve Malloway
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier