Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

USS BRAVEHART, docked with STARBASE THRINACIA, Merenion Nebulae Cluster
CO's Ready Room
0805 hours

"LAAAAALLALAAALALAAAAAAAAA!" Donald sung loudly as he walked out from the small room with his washbasin in, swinging the drenched towel round his neck. "Refreshing." He chuckled, walking over to the computer terminal as it flashed with a new message.

It was the same communique all the other CO's had received. Briefing. Dinner. The joy.

"Well, the dinner should be fun. Nothing like getting your superior's completely off their faces." He grinned, sitting down rather heavily behind his desk and swinging his feet up on the surface lightly. He'd slept well that night. Better than he had done for a long time infact, as he normally woke up with a stiff neck or major bags under his eyes with fatique. Ever since...

He let the thought stop. Wasnt good to drag up what had happened in the past. This time it was done, and there was no turning back.

Donald looked across to the viewport, watching a workerbee glide by outside as it began it's work on the Braveheart's hull. 3 months she had been back in service, dragged back in from mothball. The crew had done an outstanding job in getting her back to somewhat full capacity. The internal corridors were at least welcoming again. Instead of the soot marked walls and missing panels that they had been met with 3 months ago, she was gleaming again. Newcomers would have thought she was a new ship altogether.

The CO took in a breathe as he turned, looking around his Ready Room slowly, feeling a lump settle in the back of his throat and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. Not the time for second thoughts young man. He mimiced the voice of his father in his head which led him to smile, remembering the face of the old man himself. "No, it certainly isnt..." He paused, reaching up to tap his commbadge before continuing, =/\="Captain McGriff to Commander Trane. Report to my Ready Room. McGriff out."=/\=

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