06-10-2010, 12:45 AM
|||||Salon Starsystem - Federation Space
|||Merenion Nebulae Cluster
||||Enroute to Starbase Thrinica
[0706 HOURS]
2 knocks at the door, echoed in a dark room. A fast moving shadow can be seen, following a 3rd knock.
"Argh!..." A voice said, in the dark room. The faint outlying shadow can be seen, arching in pain.
"Sir?" Another voice asked from outside the room.
The shadowly pain inflicted outline reached over and switched a small mechinism. The small lamp on the stand lit up, showing the face of a man in his late 30s. Despite his age, he didn't seem fit to have the honor of being called, Old. He looked off in at the source of the voice, that was outside the range of light.
"What is it this, Luke?" The man asked, mixed in anger and irritation, holding his throbbing head in effect. He knew who it was, since he banged on the door instead of using the mello chimes for the door.
"Captain wants to see you on the bridge, Mr.Martize." Luke replied on the otherside of the door. The man sighed as he leaned backwards and disappeared into the dark room. The sound of his pillows and comfortors shuttled as he stood up out of his bed. Small plat sounds trace his movement in the darkness, ending up towards the door. After that, a clicking sound was made and the room became luminated.
There stood the man, in a white tanktop and black shorts, opening the door, which opened with a swift whoosh. Luke stood outside, his foot slightly to his left. A preperation for a quick retreat.
"Were nearing our destination. Captain Religh wants to talk to you ASAP." The young security officer said, with an innocent smile.
"...tell him I'll be there in a second..." The man said after a relunant pause and closed the door. He turned around, walking scruffly, back to the bunk-bed, leaning down to pick up some clouthes at the side.
BUNK!
"Ow!" He shouted, knocking his head against the bar of the top again.
"For a starcruiser...this ship has the worse quarter space ever.." He growled, moving away from the top bed, picking up a fresh set of clouthes, layed right beside his bed, he started to change.
The man stepped on the bridge of the starship. The strip on his right chest bearing his last name, 'Martize.' He looked over after hearing his first name called.
"Malone."
"Captain." He said coming over and shaking the old man's hand.
"You wanted to talk to me sir?" He asked, wondering what the call was about. The older man nodded and turned, handing a PADD to him.
"Your first executive order." He said, with a old smiles. A 'not you too' look came on Malone's face as his eyes, switched from the Captains to the padd in his hands.
"Oh great. A dinner party." Malone said.
"A party? Seriously?" The Tactical officer said, coming over to looks.
"Its a formal Ceremony, not a night club." Malone said to the Tact Officer. Tho, the thought of one wasn't too bad.
The cruiser came out of warp, and drew towards the famed, Starbase Thrinica, the home of the UFPDF.
Tbc
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|||Merenion Nebulae Cluster
||||Enroute to Starbase Thrinica
[0706 HOURS]
2 knocks at the door, echoed in a dark room. A fast moving shadow can be seen, following a 3rd knock.
"Argh!..." A voice said, in the dark room. The faint outlying shadow can be seen, arching in pain.
"Sir?" Another voice asked from outside the room.
The shadowly pain inflicted outline reached over and switched a small mechinism. The small lamp on the stand lit up, showing the face of a man in his late 30s. Despite his age, he didn't seem fit to have the honor of being called, Old. He looked off in at the source of the voice, that was outside the range of light.
"What is it this, Luke?" The man asked, mixed in anger and irritation, holding his throbbing head in effect. He knew who it was, since he banged on the door instead of using the mello chimes for the door.
"Captain wants to see you on the bridge, Mr.Martize." Luke replied on the otherside of the door. The man sighed as he leaned backwards and disappeared into the dark room. The sound of his pillows and comfortors shuttled as he stood up out of his bed. Small plat sounds trace his movement in the darkness, ending up towards the door. After that, a clicking sound was made and the room became luminated.
There stood the man, in a white tanktop and black shorts, opening the door, which opened with a swift whoosh. Luke stood outside, his foot slightly to his left. A preperation for a quick retreat.
"Were nearing our destination. Captain Religh wants to talk to you ASAP." The young security officer said, with an innocent smile.
"...tell him I'll be there in a second..." The man said after a relunant pause and closed the door. He turned around, walking scruffly, back to the bunk-bed, leaning down to pick up some clouthes at the side.
BUNK!
"Ow!" He shouted, knocking his head against the bar of the top again.
"For a starcruiser...this ship has the worse quarter space ever.." He growled, moving away from the top bed, picking up a fresh set of clouthes, layed right beside his bed, he started to change.
|||USS Fairot - Bridge..... [0709 Hours]
The man stepped on the bridge of the starship. The strip on his right chest bearing his last name, 'Martize.' He looked over after hearing his first name called.
"Malone."
"Captain." He said coming over and shaking the old man's hand.
"You wanted to talk to me sir?" He asked, wondering what the call was about. The older man nodded and turned, handing a PADD to him.
"Your first executive order." He said, with a old smiles. A 'not you too' look came on Malone's face as his eyes, switched from the Captains to the padd in his hands.
Quote:TO: United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet Commanding Officer
FROM: Malloway, S. Admiral, Fleet Commander
RE: Cermony and Debrief
LOCATION AND TIME OF DEBRIEF: Starbase 402 'Thrinacia', Conference Room Alpha, 1300 hours, Stardate 65784
LOCATION AND TIME OF CEREMONY: As above, @ 1900 hours, Main Gallery
DEBRIEF ATTENDEES: Commanding Officers, Executive Officers
CEREMONY ATTENDEES: All Officers and Crew
ATTIRE: Duty Uniform for Debrief, Dress Uniform for Ceremon
"Oh great. A dinner party." Malone said.
"A party? Seriously?" The Tactical officer said, coming over to looks.
"Its a formal Ceremony, not a night club." Malone said to the Tact Officer. Tho, the thought of one wasn't too bad.
The cruiser came out of warp, and drew towards the famed, Starbase Thrinica, the home of the UFPDF.
Tbc
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