Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

Posting as Lt. Cmdr. Michael Gregrez, incoming Chief Engineer for USS Braveheart

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USS Barbaranne, docked with Starbase Thrinacia
Leaving It
1230 hours

The rucksack was digging into his shoulders annoyingly as he walked, more than his own mother's nagging annoyed him when he was a teenager, and that was saying something. But, he knew he hadnt far to go. A quick jump from one ship to another and he'd be able to slam the sack down and report in.

Well, report in eventually. Michael thought to himself as he smiled to the security officer at the docking bay, taking his credentials back as he carried on. There was an awful amount of attention on security through the base and sector it seemed. The Barbaranne it would seem had difficulty even entering the system without the correct authorisation. In the end it had simply been the comm. channel being out of sync, which put off the command algorithm.

However, regardless of the increased security, the hussle and bussle of the promenade was as expected; if not busier. Shopkeepers hollared out this and that to passing customers, customers nattered amongst themselves, children screamed in buggies or ran out infront of people. Michael did not care much for children. It was now at the point that 7 children had almost tripped him up, and he was having to restrain himself from hitting any that got within arms reach. Not long now and he'd be in the safe-haven of the Braveheart.

"There hadnt better be kids onboard in any case." He murmured aloud, smiling as he let a group of women pass across his path, looking up at the sign for the docking bay the Braveheart was encoded at. He nodded, moving his pace a little faster as he walked on, eventually loosing the civilian crowds as he walked down some corridors, passing a few officers here and there. Some were discussing what Michael had noticed too; the heightened security measures everywhere, and some were reading PADDs as they walked. Seemed he was the only one without something constructive to do, and his fingers were eagerly awaiting the opportunity to grasp at the Braveheart’s bits and pieces.

“Lieutenant Commander Gregrez, Chief Engineer.” Michael stated to the docking port officer as he approached, handing over the same PADD from earlier. Smile ya miserable sod. He thought to himself as he looked at the unhappy Ensign who merely glanced at the credentials, nodded and permitted Michael to walk by. “Thanks.” The Engineer hissed over his shoulder as he continued on, looking down the corridor that swept out before him. His new home.

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