Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[John Morgan]

0730 Hours.
Promenade, STARBASE THRINACIA

After finishing his coffee, John decided to stroll the promenade before getting work done. John looked over the commotion of  those present in his view, as he scanned the place.  The promenade was full of activity, full of people moving assignments, setting up shop, and doing work in general.
This of course made it difficult to go anywhere, and after a while, John decided to get to his quarters and pick up the reports he left in his quarters. Johns thoughts wandered to what Steve would be up to at this time. Thinking he is most likely deep in paper work, got to love paper work.

Remembering that he him self has a fair amount before the festivities in the afternoon, like the debriefing, and more. John began wading his way through the many people in promenade. These starbases are big, but this place still found it self packed full of people, like an expansive tin of sardines floating through space. John slowly reached a corridor, where things picked up a bit. With less people, he could pick up his pace towards his goal of reaching his office.

After a reasonable walk, John got back to his quarters, opening the room, it was in the same state he left it an hour and half a go. He glanced the room, then set his focus on the desk next to the door, one PADD in particular, was it set on. There where a number on his desk, but this was the the one he was interested in, picking it up, he left his room.

John head for his office. This office was temporary. For his ship, currently in dry dock under heady repairs, from an incident not so long a go. Thinking of his ship, John seemed to not realise that his walking got him further than he thought, and he was in front of the door to the office already.

John stepped inside. The room was not big, containing a desk facing the door, with three chairs, and a few shelves behind. The room was a bit of a mess, comprised number of PADD's scattered the room. One could see the floor however. John approached the desk, placed the PADD he carried with him on it. He then walked round and sat at the desk. Sitting back into the seat, his thoughts wondered back to his ship.

The USS Elimination, ridiculously named Prometheous class starship, but fitting. The Prometheous  class is a battle orientated ship capable of forming its own Taskforce almost. The multi-vector assault mode is certainly a feared mechanism which allows the ship to almost quadruple its attack power. This however was not enough a month ago. They where caught off guard by some unknown ship along the neutral zone. The ship took out the Eliminations sensor array after it cloaked, but the Elimination managed to escape, even if rather limp. This is the only incident to date, and Starfleet has not pursued it due to limited of resources.
It will be a while before his ship gets back in action, and he can't wait. Until then, he will be pushing pencils on this station. How fun.

John, picked up the PADD he brought with him, and began work.

1030 hours

After several hours of work, he was essentially done. This was the first chance he got to look at any messages he had received since get out of bed . Looking through, it was mostly people cancelling events for this afternoons main event. There was one interesting security bulletin however. There was a report of a guest who seem to just come out of no where, and is staying in the guest quarters, orders by Steve himself that his ship, which equally appeared out of no where, is now docked. This guest was apparently a Human, but his ship was one unknown origin to starfleets records. This combination is strange to say the least.

John thought it was strange, that it would be worth checking out. So, John decided to get of his seat and take a walk, headed out of the office and proceeded to the guest quarters.

He headed for a turbo lift. Why would a human in a strange ship just appear out of nowhere, this question am sure John will find when he got to the quarters, entering the turbo lift.
John requested the desired location.

“Guest quarters, if you please.”, John asked.

The turbo doors shut, followed by a small judder as the turbo lift began its traversing, John's thoughts started to dwell to this afternoons proceedings, but then as quickly as the doors shut, he was at his destination.

Exiting the turbo lift,  John proceeded down the corridor, passing every door along it, he also passed a pair of security guards, who seem to be heading for the turbo lift John just used, he continued until there was a familiar figure before him.

“Steve, got a guest do we?” John asked him to grab his attention.

Steve Malloway turned round, and replied, “ Morning John, yes I do. A gentleman named Kuchaba Ornixen, he has an interesting story.”.

“Seems to appeared completely out of no where according to security reports, Merlin's not back in town is he?” John jested.

Steve simply smiled to Johns slight jest.

Looking at Steve, John could see he was drained of energy.

“Steve, you look worse than the dead. I presume you stayed up all night dealing with paper work didn't you? Not that matters, why don't you get some rest ol' boy, going to need your energy for later. I will entertain our guest in the mean time.”.

Steve rubbed his hands down his face and said “Right you are John, I will leave this in your capable hands”, Steve then headed off.

With Steve heading off, hopefully to get some rest, John turned to the door. Pressing the chime, John thought as this Ornixen had not answered yet, they would do so imminently.

Tag:  Ornixen