Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Deck
21.16 hours

A rumble passed through the decking as Callum had approached the Admiral and spoken, a rumble that felt more like someone's stomache crying out in agony over little food, not a rumble of say a shuttle-transport zipping by on the transport-line on Earth. An eery kind of rumble.

"Report!" Steve called out, wanting answers on the situation before replying to Callum.

"Sir, the Independence took all bar 2 of the Cardassians, the Fleet have taken out one of the remainging two-"

As the report came over, another officer called aloud. "Single remaining Cardassian has warped out of the system.

A silence fell across the deck for a moment, a silence that seemed to mask even the bleeping of consoles or crackling of sparking conduits. The Senior Command Team let the thoughts of everyone present linger for a moment before the Fleet Commander himself stood up straight again and turned to Callum. "The battle is over, but we're still not done here. Mr Jackson, I want you to fully debrief Commodore Wilkinson on what the hell you did to the Majesty out there, and once done there report back in to me. Your officers and crew, Cadets for as well for now, are to assist in repairing Thrinacia's power grid or tend to the wounded in Sickbay." He stopped, turning to Connor and John. "I want status reports from all ship COs in my hand within the next 10 minutes, Connor I want you to handle Thrinacia personally."

With nods from everyone, Steve reached out to open a Fleet-wide channel. =/\="Fleet, this is Admiral Malloway... Well done, bring everyone home."=/\= He closed the channel, feeling nothing more was needed to be said. They'd made it through it through their teamwork and the leadership of the Commanding Officers, that was any thanks a Fleet CO could give; the safety of everyone. He looked down at the current status of the Fleet from not 15 minutes ago. So many ships had been lost, even 1 was more than necessary. But at the end of the day ships could be replaced. The lives that were on them, no one could replace them. Individuals, lost. Damn good individuals.

"Computer, send my condolences on the losses to all members of the Fleet lost during the battle. Let them know they can contact me whenever necessary." The Admiral ordered, leaning softly on the edges of the console as the computer chirped in the affirmative. His eyes softly watched the names of their ships they had lost, trying to look deeper into the console for a way to bring back all the hands on board. Nothing. Son, there are some things you just cant change. The words of his father rang through his mind. You might not be able to change them, he thought, but you can sure as hell never forget.

As his head came back to the Command deck, Steve stood up straight again to fully assess the damamge to the deck. Salvagable, yes. But it would take time, double shifts, and plenty of hands. The door to his office was still intact though. Maybe his prized belongings were untouched.

But, for now, the extra hands were needed. So, the Admiral walked to a conduit to begin helping in repairs.

TAG: Emma, Callum, Connor, John, ALL

OOC: We're not complete until orders are given to proceed to solo. You may start your solos however, using the basis we continue here as a foundation to start from. Repairs are obviously needed! MAJESTY - do not start your solo until told by myself for I am accompanying you on your first mission.