03-11-2011, 02:22 AM
Starbase Thrinacia
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1902 Hours
Melanie saw His nod and nodded back smiling slightly at him. she then turns back to Malone. Megan turns to look and then back at Falcon.
"that's your Chief of security and Tactical aboard the Thunderstorm, Lt Malcome Martize. He's also the son of the TFCO. Captain Woodcroft asked me to tell him as well as he's the CSTO. Seems he knows some of the kinks still going on and some have to do with his station. Please check on the ship." she said to him and headed off.
Falcon watched as the Commander walked off. "At ease Lt. This is a party. I must apologise, I wasnt intent on ignoreing you. I was mearly observeing the actions of our fair captain sitting yonder. Now Lt. Hello" Commented to the eager Helm officer as he turned to shake the mans hand. At that moment a voice came over the speakers.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Transgendered species, Vice Admiral Morgan; if I could have your attention please?" He paused, the room growing quieter as all the heads in the Gallery turned to look upon the Fleet Commanding Officer. Steve allowed a small smile. "My apologies for the late start; it would seem the whiskey they provide allows a certain loss of time," He chuckled somewhat before continuing, "but, be that as it may, these festivities are in need of starting! If you could all find yourselves a seat at our beautifully decorated tables we'll get underway with dinner, at which point I will bore you all with a small speech." With that he finished, gesturing with both hands as a cue to all to find their seats.
Falcon motioned for the young Lt to follow him as he walked over tot eht table where Thier captain was seated.
Snapping to attention he barked off in true Marine form and style. " Ma'am Lt.Colonel Falcon Wiseman reporting for duty as the Executive officer as well as Lt. Junior Grade William Kearney reporting as the USS Thnderstorm's Chief Helmsman."
TAG: William Kearney. Woodcroft. ALL
Main Gallery
1902 Hours
Melanie saw His nod and nodded back smiling slightly at him. she then turns back to Malone. Megan turns to look and then back at Falcon.
"that's your Chief of security and Tactical aboard the Thunderstorm, Lt Malcome Martize. He's also the son of the TFCO. Captain Woodcroft asked me to tell him as well as he's the CSTO. Seems he knows some of the kinks still going on and some have to do with his station. Please check on the ship." she said to him and headed off.
Falcon watched as the Commander walked off. "At ease Lt. This is a party. I must apologise, I wasnt intent on ignoreing you. I was mearly observeing the actions of our fair captain sitting yonder. Now Lt. Hello" Commented to the eager Helm officer as he turned to shake the mans hand. At that moment a voice came over the speakers.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Transgendered species, Vice Admiral Morgan; if I could have your attention please?" He paused, the room growing quieter as all the heads in the Gallery turned to look upon the Fleet Commanding Officer. Steve allowed a small smile. "My apologies for the late start; it would seem the whiskey they provide allows a certain loss of time," He chuckled somewhat before continuing, "but, be that as it may, these festivities are in need of starting! If you could all find yourselves a seat at our beautifully decorated tables we'll get underway with dinner, at which point I will bore you all with a small speech." With that he finished, gesturing with both hands as a cue to all to find their seats.
Falcon motioned for the young Lt to follow him as he walked over tot eht table where Thier captain was seated.
Snapping to attention he barked off in true Marine form and style. " Ma'am Lt.Colonel Falcon Wiseman reporting for duty as the Executive officer as well as Lt. Junior Grade William Kearney reporting as the USS Thnderstorm's Chief Helmsman."
TAG: William Kearney. Woodcroft. ALL