Fleet Mission: "To Boldly Go..."

[Steve Malloway]

STARBASE THRINACIA
Operations Deck
1707 hours

The doors from the Station Commanding Officer's Office hissed open in their usual manner, but were unnoticed with the racket that met the Admiral's ears as he walked through onto the main deck.

There were conduits open everywhere around the walls, display panels hanging by god-only-knows-what here there and everywhere, consoles in various places had panels missing, and Engineers were using more tools than Steve thought possible to carry out their work. Sparks would intermingle with the communication between each officer as they went about their business, and tools were buzzing as they repaired and refitted pretty much near everything. All the Admiral did was simply smile and shake his head a little in amusement. Under normal circumstances he hated the noise and all the hub-ub and he felt the Main Operations Deck should be one of order and NOT chaos. But, Thrinacia is in dire need of the work. Steve thought to himself, rubbing one of his palms soothingly against the edge of a nearby bulkhead as if trying to put the old girl at ease.

"Admiral?" A Lieutenant began, bringing Steve out of a trance causing him to look at her. She stood back a step out of respect and offered a smile, understanding why and what the Admiral had been doing. "Apologies, Sir. I thought you might like yet another PADD with communications logs..." She jested, a grin on her lips as Steve rolled his eyes playfully. It was no secret amongst the Command Staff on Thrinacia that Steve was not a fan of masses of PADDs.

"The joys," The Admiral started, accepting the PADD gently, "another to add to those continually filling my desk, thank you Lieutenant." Steve said, glancing to the woman as she nodded and left his vicinity.

Steve studied the PADD, holding it at an off angle as the reflection from a nearby Engineering tool as it sparked made the surface harder to read. It would seem there had been many attempts at communicating with personnel across Thrinacia that had failed. With all these refits its a wonder anyone can manage anything. "Computer, send a message to Lieutenant Commander Locker on the Firebrand that I will speak with him at the meeting in an hour, and apologise for my not returning his call."

With that, Steve walked to the closest turbolift. The meeting was looming to start in a little over 45 minutes and he had plenty to get sorted for it in the meantime. And first on the list was taking the dreaded de-tour through the Main Promenade to access the right turboshaft... normally he'd be able to get right there, but the Starbase refit was making so much so difficult.

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