07-01-2014, 12:20 PM
Station Thrinacia
Docking bay 3
1803 hrs
Layton stepped out of the docking port from the ship that had brought him here. This was his first assignment in 3 months, after the close destruction of the Asp. Asp had been 'mothballed' which made enough sense. She was an old ship class and it would probably have taken almost as much work to repair her as it would to have built a new one.
He was aware he was here to take the executive officer position of the USS Firebrand, that was about all he knew... As he walked away from the port and into the station, all of a sudden, an Ensign came running up to him. "Welcome aboard sir. Please make your way to the conference room!" He then proceeded to hand Layton a padd saying he was supposed to be at a briefing that had started 5 minutes ago! Thankfully there was a map on the padd as well. Where was the conference room? 12 decks up, of course. He ran into the nearest turbolift with some civilians. He waited for them to make their selection before he spoke, "senior conference room." As his position overrode theirs, the lift made it it's first stop. Fortunately it was a fairly new lift evidently and they were there in seconds! He stepped out of the lift and ran down the corridor. It was a long, circular corridor and the conference room was half way down it. He ran up to the last 25 metres to give him time to regain his composure. He walked this last few metres at a brisk pace. Security stopped him at the door. "Id please?" Layton pulled an id chip out of his bag and handed it to the man. "Commander Michael Layton, Xo of the USS Firebrand. The guard nodded and allowed him in. "I think they've just started sir."
Station Thrinacia
Conference room
1810 hrs
He hurried in, "apologies for my late arrival. I only arrived on the station under ten minutes ago." He moved over to sit next to Des Locker, his new Co. He held out his hand, "Commander Layton, I'm your new XO. Jemma Grax gave up the position and carried on in her current posting, I'm her replacement."
Tag: Des, Donald, Malloway, anyone
Docking bay 3
1803 hrs
Layton stepped out of the docking port from the ship that had brought him here. This was his first assignment in 3 months, after the close destruction of the Asp. Asp had been 'mothballed' which made enough sense. She was an old ship class and it would probably have taken almost as much work to repair her as it would to have built a new one.
He was aware he was here to take the executive officer position of the USS Firebrand, that was about all he knew... As he walked away from the port and into the station, all of a sudden, an Ensign came running up to him. "Welcome aboard sir. Please make your way to the conference room!" He then proceeded to hand Layton a padd saying he was supposed to be at a briefing that had started 5 minutes ago! Thankfully there was a map on the padd as well. Where was the conference room? 12 decks up, of course. He ran into the nearest turbolift with some civilians. He waited for them to make their selection before he spoke, "senior conference room." As his position overrode theirs, the lift made it it's first stop. Fortunately it was a fairly new lift evidently and they were there in seconds! He stepped out of the lift and ran down the corridor. It was a long, circular corridor and the conference room was half way down it. He ran up to the last 25 metres to give him time to regain his composure. He walked this last few metres at a brisk pace. Security stopped him at the door. "Id please?" Layton pulled an id chip out of his bag and handed it to the man. "Commander Michael Layton, Xo of the USS Firebrand. The guard nodded and allowed him in. "I think they've just started sir."
Station Thrinacia
Conference room
1810 hrs
He hurried in, "apologies for my late arrival. I only arrived on the station under ten minutes ago." He moved over to sit next to Des Locker, his new Co. He held out his hand, "Commander Layton, I'm your new XO. Jemma Grax gave up the position and carried on in her current posting, I'm her replacement."
Tag: Des, Donald, Malloway, anyone