06-10-2014, 11:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-12-2014, 06:57 PM by Donald McGriff.)
STARBASE THRINACIA
Enroute to Conference Room
1755 hours
It had been a rather uneventful yet frustrating half hour since leaving the Braveheart. Donald had made his way from the Braveheart across Thrinacia taking a route that felt as though he had travelled from Earth to Mars and back. All these refits and adjusting of the Starbase's interior to update her to her new class of base were causing diversions everywhere. It was no wonder everyone seemed on edge whenever Donald asked for help.
But, still, nevertheless, Donald had found his new assignment well enough... found it, being the prominent descriptor. It then took a further 10 minutes to prove to docking control that he was authorised onboard. It was like trying to fight through a forest of re-growing thorns. First docking control had no authorisation. Then, their superior had none. It had to go all the way through to the Starbase's Ops Deck to check against the Admiral's orders, and even then that was difficult as he was busy prepping the briefing that Donald was now only just about to arrive on time for.
Frustrating didnt cover the Retired Captain's feelings at this point.
Sure enough though, once he had been onboard his new home, he had been able to drop his bags off with next to no hassle. A couple of Ensigns stopped to ask a few questions as they had either heard of McGriff, or knew someone who had. Donald had, for the last nie-on-10-years, Captained a Sovereign Class vessel. It was no surprise the newbies were after a bit of insight. So he did the polite thing to do, stopped, answered, excused himself swiftly yet admirably. Of course, at the mention he was behind schedule for a meeting with the Admiral (granted, it wasn't a one-on-one, but it did the job well enough without their knowing this) the Ensigns let him carry on without further masses of questions and gasps of awe at 'insider-info'.
Donald sighed internally as he approached the doors to the conference room, nodding to the security at the doors who let him in with a nod. Before him was the usual sight, aside for a few well-placed security officers by windows. A large table for all present to sit and be de-briefed. The only difference aside the added security measures (which was odd, Donald noted) was the lack of information issued to those attending. Normally they all had some sort of indication as to where this was due to lead. With a quick scan with his eyes of the room, Donald soon found his new Commanding Officer was present and made his way over, finding his own seat the other side of the CO's XO - placing Donald 2 seats down from the Lieutenant Commander. But, until this XO arrived, Donald merely walked over and inclined his head respectfully to the Lieutenant Commander.
"Lieutenant Commander Locker, I presume? Donald McGriff, I've been assigned by Command as your Mission Advisor." The Retired Captain began, extending his hand to Des.
TAG: Des, anyone
Enroute to Conference Room
1755 hours
It had been a rather uneventful yet frustrating half hour since leaving the Braveheart. Donald had made his way from the Braveheart across Thrinacia taking a route that felt as though he had travelled from Earth to Mars and back. All these refits and adjusting of the Starbase's interior to update her to her new class of base were causing diversions everywhere. It was no wonder everyone seemed on edge whenever Donald asked for help.
But, still, nevertheless, Donald had found his new assignment well enough... found it, being the prominent descriptor. It then took a further 10 minutes to prove to docking control that he was authorised onboard. It was like trying to fight through a forest of re-growing thorns. First docking control had no authorisation. Then, their superior had none. It had to go all the way through to the Starbase's Ops Deck to check against the Admiral's orders, and even then that was difficult as he was busy prepping the briefing that Donald was now only just about to arrive on time for.
Frustrating didnt cover the Retired Captain's feelings at this point.
Sure enough though, once he had been onboard his new home, he had been able to drop his bags off with next to no hassle. A couple of Ensigns stopped to ask a few questions as they had either heard of McGriff, or knew someone who had. Donald had, for the last nie-on-10-years, Captained a Sovereign Class vessel. It was no surprise the newbies were after a bit of insight. So he did the polite thing to do, stopped, answered, excused himself swiftly yet admirably. Of course, at the mention he was behind schedule for a meeting with the Admiral (granted, it wasn't a one-on-one, but it did the job well enough without their knowing this) the Ensigns let him carry on without further masses of questions and gasps of awe at 'insider-info'.
Donald sighed internally as he approached the doors to the conference room, nodding to the security at the doors who let him in with a nod. Before him was the usual sight, aside for a few well-placed security officers by windows. A large table for all present to sit and be de-briefed. The only difference aside the added security measures (which was odd, Donald noted) was the lack of information issued to those attending. Normally they all had some sort of indication as to where this was due to lead. With a quick scan with his eyes of the room, Donald soon found his new Commanding Officer was present and made his way over, finding his own seat the other side of the CO's XO - placing Donald 2 seats down from the Lieutenant Commander. But, until this XO arrived, Donald merely walked over and inclined his head respectfully to the Lieutenant Commander.
"Lieutenant Commander Locker, I presume? Donald McGriff, I've been assigned by Command as your Mission Advisor." The Retired Captain began, extending his hand to Des.
TAG: Des, anyone
Quote:Captain (Retired) Donald McGriff