10-19-2010, 08:24 PM
[posting as Lt. Renn Dervin, Chief of Operations for USS Thunderstorm]
Shuttle Bay Two
Starbase Thrinacia
1205 hours
Renn Dervin, newly minted full Lieutenant and Chief of Operations for the Intrepid class USS Thunderstorm, slung his carry-on sack over his shoulder and went through the heavy doors of Starbase Thrinacia's second shuttle bay. There was so much going on--personnel rushing to and fro stowing cargo and unloading shuttles--that Renn almost felt lost in the shuffle. He had felt that for most of his Starfleet career, to be honest. His service record up until now had been spotless but still undistinguished, and his postings had all been relatively minor assignments in remote sectors. Now, by some roll of the Gods's cosmic dice, he had landed a plum position as a department head on a Task Force Executive Officer's ship. It was finally his opportunity to shine--to prove that he was worthy, and to prove that a Ullian could not just survive but excel in Starfleet. He would certainly not let Captain Woodcroft down.
Renn continued down the seemingly labyrinthine corridor, completely undure of where he really was and where he was supposed to go; actually, he knew that he was supposed to go to the Thunderstorm, it was just a question of locating the ship inside this behemoth of a Starbase. After walking for a few minutes Renn came to what seemed to be a large open space, and there was a Master Systems Display on the far wall. He walked to that wall, found that the Thunderstorm was docked at Tier Three, traced the most efficient path with his finger and committed it to memory. He always had a dead-on sense of direction when it came to starships, but the arrangement of Starbases still vexed him to this day. After approximately five minutes of walking, Renn came to the airlock at Tier Three. He saw that there was a security checkpoint there, so he pulled a PADD from his pocket, the one that contained his orders, and stepped into the short line. After he presented the orders to the Ensign on duty and submitted to a contraband and weapons scan with a tricorder, Renn was welcomed aboard by the Ensign and cleared for entry.
The air inside the ship was fresh and cool, the air of a vessel that has not seen any action yet or sustained any damage to its environmental controls. Renn stood in the center of the corridor and inhaled the air deeply several times through his nostrils, then exhaled heavily and resumed his transit to his quarters which were located on deck five. After dropping off his carry on, he would pay captain Woodcroft a visit.
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Shuttle Bay Two
Starbase Thrinacia
1205 hours
Renn Dervin, newly minted full Lieutenant and Chief of Operations for the Intrepid class USS Thunderstorm, slung his carry-on sack over his shoulder and went through the heavy doors of Starbase Thrinacia's second shuttle bay. There was so much going on--personnel rushing to and fro stowing cargo and unloading shuttles--that Renn almost felt lost in the shuffle. He had felt that for most of his Starfleet career, to be honest. His service record up until now had been spotless but still undistinguished, and his postings had all been relatively minor assignments in remote sectors. Now, by some roll of the Gods's cosmic dice, he had landed a plum position as a department head on a Task Force Executive Officer's ship. It was finally his opportunity to shine--to prove that he was worthy, and to prove that a Ullian could not just survive but excel in Starfleet. He would certainly not let Captain Woodcroft down.
Renn continued down the seemingly labyrinthine corridor, completely undure of where he really was and where he was supposed to go; actually, he knew that he was supposed to go to the Thunderstorm, it was just a question of locating the ship inside this behemoth of a Starbase. After walking for a few minutes Renn came to what seemed to be a large open space, and there was a Master Systems Display on the far wall. He walked to that wall, found that the Thunderstorm was docked at Tier Three, traced the most efficient path with his finger and committed it to memory. He always had a dead-on sense of direction when it came to starships, but the arrangement of Starbases still vexed him to this day. After approximately five minutes of walking, Renn came to the airlock at Tier Three. He saw that there was a security checkpoint there, so he pulled a PADD from his pocket, the one that contained his orders, and stepped into the short line. After he presented the orders to the Ensign on duty and submitted to a contraband and weapons scan with a tricorder, Renn was welcomed aboard by the Ensign and cleared for entry.
The air inside the ship was fresh and cool, the air of a vessel that has not seen any action yet or sustained any damage to its environmental controls. Renn stood in the center of the corridor and inhaled the air deeply several times through his nostrils, then exhaled heavily and resumed his transit to his quarters which were located on deck five. After dropping off his carry on, he would pay captain Woodcroft a visit.
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