08-14-2018, 08:36 PM
USS Eagle, located at rendezvous
Main Bridge
1405 hours
It had been a while since the SSRF had been together in such great numbers since the War began. Infact, Steve couldn't recall when it was there were more then 4 starships together on one of the many assignments that Command had sent their way and it would make for a welcome change as far as the Admiral was concerned. For too long the Federation had had to watch their backs, keep an eye on all sectors of space - what with the Romulans processing their cloaking technology (which far surpassed the Klingon understanding as of late), and the Cardassians being sneaky sly little so-and-so's it left a lot of people on edge.
"With so many of us in one place it should be a show of force." Steve muttered to himself as he sat back into the command chair on the Bridge, looking up at the viewscreen. If it wasn't the window in his Ready Room or somewhere else on the ship, it was the damn viewscreen he was watching the streaks of light or general expanse of space. His daughter had once said it was obviously his way of keeping his own concentration... some technical term for it she'd used, but alas Steve obviously hadn't been concentrating enough at the time to recall said expression...
"What was that, Sir?"
"Hmm?" Steve looked up and across to the Ensign manning the Tactical station. "Oh, nothing Ensign. As you were." "And just when did Junior Officers feel they could start up like that without a superior addressing them in the first place?" He shook his head a little, batting aside the thought from his mind. The War was obviously taking it's toll if something like that was getting to the Admiral suddenly.
"Admiral, I'm picking up a group of Federation Fighters approaching."
Steve stood as the viewscreen flicked suddenly to show the group of Gryphon Fighters and allowed himself a small smile.
=^=
Gryphon escort to USS Eagle, request permission to approach and land in an available shuttlebay.
=^=
"Comms, have them land in Shuttlebay 4 - it's been readied for their arrival and their sole use for the duration," Steve called out to the Lieutenant at the Communications station, "and inform both Admiral Targus and Commander Targus I'll meet them down there. Commander, you have the bridge."
With that, Steve was at the turbolift, calling out direction to meet up with his Fleet XO and his Fighter Group.
TAG: DRACO, et al
Main Bridge
1405 hours
It had been a while since the SSRF had been together in such great numbers since the War began. Infact, Steve couldn't recall when it was there were more then 4 starships together on one of the many assignments that Command had sent their way and it would make for a welcome change as far as the Admiral was concerned. For too long the Federation had had to watch their backs, keep an eye on all sectors of space - what with the Romulans processing their cloaking technology (which far surpassed the Klingon understanding as of late), and the Cardassians being sneaky sly little so-and-so's it left a lot of people on edge.
"With so many of us in one place it should be a show of force." Steve muttered to himself as he sat back into the command chair on the Bridge, looking up at the viewscreen. If it wasn't the window in his Ready Room or somewhere else on the ship, it was the damn viewscreen he was watching the streaks of light or general expanse of space. His daughter had once said it was obviously his way of keeping his own concentration... some technical term for it she'd used, but alas Steve obviously hadn't been concentrating enough at the time to recall said expression...
"What was that, Sir?"
"Hmm?" Steve looked up and across to the Ensign manning the Tactical station. "Oh, nothing Ensign. As you were." "And just when did Junior Officers feel they could start up like that without a superior addressing them in the first place?" He shook his head a little, batting aside the thought from his mind. The War was obviously taking it's toll if something like that was getting to the Admiral suddenly.
"Admiral, I'm picking up a group of Federation Fighters approaching."
Steve stood as the viewscreen flicked suddenly to show the group of Gryphon Fighters and allowed himself a small smile.
=^=
Gryphon escort to USS Eagle, request permission to approach and land in an available shuttlebay.
=^=
"Comms, have them land in Shuttlebay 4 - it's been readied for their arrival and their sole use for the duration," Steve called out to the Lieutenant at the Communications station, "and inform both Admiral Targus and Commander Targus I'll meet them down there. Commander, you have the bridge."
With that, Steve was at the turbolift, calling out direction to meet up with his Fleet XO and his Fighter Group.
TAG: DRACO, et al
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