Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Ethan Trane]

OOC: this is the timeline I'm on from the Braveheart, adjust it as necessary

IC:
USS Braveheart Docked with Starbase Thrinacea
Ready Room
1230 Hours

Ethan exited the ready room and made his way to the turbolift. He had decided it was time to get back to the Starbase and wander the promenade before his first ‘official’ debriefing. His hands clasped behind his back as he walked through his ship, Ethan took in the serenity of the emptiness. As he savored the moment, he wondered how long it would last, and if he would ever hear it this quiet again.

As he reached the lift, he stepped forward watching the doors part with the familiar hiss, and entered. “Docking port” he said, and felt the lift rush into service. He never could understand how those things could move as fast as they did and not put the occupants in a heap on the floor.

A short time later, Ethan felt the lift slow to a halt and the doors opened this time revealing a corridor leading to the docking port, the ship on this side, the Starbase on the other. Leaving the lift, he continued on towards the lift, watching the doors part revealing the entirely different world of the Starbase.

Stepping through the hole, Ethan looked both ways trying to determine which way he wanted to go. Looking back towards his left, he decided he would take a slow stroll past the shops at this end, being as this was the quickest route to the conference room. The sheer number of people and shops always amazed him. It seemed to him that there was never any lack of consumers in the shops conducting business with its owner.

Bright lights flashing, gaming tables beeping and whistling, announcing the players that sat in front of them as winners, Ethan smiled at their luck, knowing if it weren’t for bad luck, he’d have none at all. Shaking his head in slight disbelief, he always wondered who much they winner had put forth to win whatever amount they had won, and if what they had won even came close to covering what they had spent.

Passing the gaming room, Ethan smelled the savory aroma of food wafting through the next set of doors. Checking the time, he realized that all he had the past few hours was coffee sloshing around in his stomach. With his recent promotion, trying to get used to being a Captain, trying to get comfortable with the idea of having a ready room, a ship, and more importantly, a crew, he had forgotten to eat, and that would have to wait a while longer.

Passing the promenade, He made his way to the debriefing, taking the lift on the promenade level, he simply said, “Conference Room Alpha.” Holding the railing, he took the ride and exited the lift when the parting doors permitted him to do so. Looking around for the correct room, he walked to the wall unit, and tapped it.

“Conference Room Alpha,” he said, and waited as the lights showed him the route to take. Making his way down the final corridor, Ethan Paused at the doorway, tugged the wrinkles out of his tunic, took a deep breath and exhaled it out, and stepped forward.

Seeing an individual with a command red suit like his own, Ethan stepped forward, and said, “Excuse me, is this the right place for the debriefing at 1300?”

Tag: Vice Admiral Morgan et al