09-25-2010, 05:06 AM
Starbase Thrinica
Dock of the Agamenmon
Malone greeted her back with a smile and shook her hand. Dang she was a looker as well.
"Nice observation. Pleasure to meet Commander." He said.
"I'm happy to have you, I skimmed over a good bit of your Service Record, I must say I'm impressed." He added.
[Tag Leanna]
USS Independence - Captain's Office
Haven had stepped off the transporter pad, looking around as one of the security personnel had escorted him to Gillibrand's office. The Independnce was a pretty sound ship, from the looks, feel and color. The hallways and cordoors had many stories to tell.
"This is his office sir." The officer said, leading him to the small cordoor where the adminstration for the ship had lay. Haven nodded slightly and walked over and rung the chimes, his bags cluttering lightly in his hands.
[Tag Gillibrand]
Starbase Thrinaica -
Visitors Port 18 USS Fairmount
"Great...a formal party...how interestingly boring..." The young hispanic whispered to himself. His foot tapped impantiantly as his ship arrived in port of Starbase Thrinica. He didn't want to be here. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be far away from here...after he heard his father was also on this Station.
After a few non-interesting moments, the hispanic disembarked the civilian cruiser and made it to his turn at the security check point.
"Malcome Martize. Transferred Chief of Security for assignment to the USS Thunderstorm." He said to the security officer, who validated the title and name.
The officer nodded as the computer agreed. He took a card and gave it to Malcome.
"Your registration checks out. The USS Thunderstorm is in dock 4. You'll be reporting to Captain Melanie Woodcroft." He said.
Malcome nodded as he took the card.
"Thank you." He said and walked through the sensor and over to the conveor belt and picked up his bags. A breath of relief escaped his lips as he picked up the bags. He wasn't in the same command with his father. It was worse enough to him, that he was sevring him under the same Task Force. Unfortnatly, it wasn't under his control at all at where he'd go. At least he was in the command of a female officer this time.
He sighed as he looked at the padd with invitation once more. He always hated formal gatherings. Nothing more than just folks that get together in fancy clouthes, talk about mineal or useless stuff and fake being full off of a skinny plate of some sort of small, dead insect and call it a dinner. He hoped it was a buffet if that was the case...
After another few moments of traveling, he rounded a corner and came up on the port of the Thunderstorm. He turned and looked out the bar spaced window wall. She was a beautiful Intrepid crusier weight class. He stood there staring at his soon to be new home.
[Tag Melanie]
Dock of the Agamenmon
Malone greeted her back with a smile and shook her hand. Dang she was a looker as well.
"Nice observation. Pleasure to meet Commander." He said.
"I'm happy to have you, I skimmed over a good bit of your Service Record, I must say I'm impressed." He added.
[Tag Leanna]
USS Independence - Captain's Office
Haven had stepped off the transporter pad, looking around as one of the security personnel had escorted him to Gillibrand's office. The Independnce was a pretty sound ship, from the looks, feel and color. The hallways and cordoors had many stories to tell.
"This is his office sir." The officer said, leading him to the small cordoor where the adminstration for the ship had lay. Haven nodded slightly and walked over and rung the chimes, his bags cluttering lightly in his hands.
[Tag Gillibrand]
Starbase Thrinaica -
Visitors Port 18 USS Fairmount
"Great...a formal party...how interestingly boring..." The young hispanic whispered to himself. His foot tapped impantiantly as his ship arrived in port of Starbase Thrinica. He didn't want to be here. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be far away from here...after he heard his father was also on this Station.
After a few non-interesting moments, the hispanic disembarked the civilian cruiser and made it to his turn at the security check point.
"Malcome Martize. Transferred Chief of Security for assignment to the USS Thunderstorm." He said to the security officer, who validated the title and name.
The officer nodded as the computer agreed. He took a card and gave it to Malcome.
"Your registration checks out. The USS Thunderstorm is in dock 4. You'll be reporting to Captain Melanie Woodcroft." He said.
Malcome nodded as he took the card.
"Thank you." He said and walked through the sensor and over to the conveor belt and picked up his bags. A breath of relief escaped his lips as he picked up the bags. He wasn't in the same command with his father. It was worse enough to him, that he was sevring him under the same Task Force. Unfortnatly, it wasn't under his control at all at where he'd go. At least he was in the command of a female officer this time.
He sighed as he looked at the padd with invitation once more. He always hated formal gatherings. Nothing more than just folks that get together in fancy clouthes, talk about mineal or useless stuff and fake being full off of a skinny plate of some sort of small, dead insect and call it a dinner. He hoped it was a buffet if that was the case...
After another few moments of traveling, he rounded a corner and came up on the port of the Thunderstorm. He turned and looked out the bar spaced window wall. She was a beautiful Intrepid crusier weight class. He stood there staring at his soon to be new home.
[Tag Melanie]