11-18-2010, 05:01 PM
[Posting as Captain Zack Gillibrand]
USS Independence, NCC-57612, docked with Starbase Thrinacia
Captain's Quarters, Deck Two
1225 hours
Captain Zack Gillibrand put the comb down on the stainless steel lavatory sink, finally satisfied that his hair was as close to perfect as it was going to get today. Some days he considered wearing his hair shorter, something a little easier to style and maintain; the truth was, he really liked the way his hair looked right now--long enough that it was slightly wavy, not long enough that it was unruly. Zack leaned slightly forward to take a closer look at his face one last time before the briefing on the Starbase, and he was satisfied with what he saw except for the very slight wrinkles developing around his eyes and lips. That's what happens when you hit 40, Zack old boy he said to himself. Zack left the lavatory, exited his quarters and proceeded down the corridor to the turbolift. Once in the lift car he stated his destination as the Docking Hatch on deck five, and the lift car's magnetic motors hummed to life and took him there swiftly. He exited the Independence through the hatch and proceeded toward the briefing in Conference Room Alpha.
Even though he was a veteran of over 20 years in Starfleet, Zack Gillibrand still marveled at the enormity and sheer scale of Federation starbases. They were engineering marvels, self-sustaining orbital habitats housing thousands of crew and personnel. They were also very easy to get lost in, so Zack decided to leave little to chance. He consulted the Master Systems Display near the entrance to the docking bay, found his destination and got into the nearest turbolift car. Since the Conference Room was near the "top" of the large top-shaped structure, the ride to the appropriate level took a few minutes. Once the lift stopped, Zack followed the directional signs toward the Conference Room. He was familiar with many Captains in the fleet; some he knew personally, some by reputation only. Since the UFPDF was a new division of Starfleet and his taskforce was likewise new, Zack was not familiar with most of his fellow Captains in the taskforce. He had known Don McGriff of the Braveheart a little, but there had been a change of command on that vessel and Zack was not yet acquainted with the new CO. Melanie Woodcroft of the Thunderstorm had quite a reputation in Security and Tactical circles. The Angels Flight was a Prometheus class vessel, a heavy tactical cruiser commanded by the enigmatic Mara Shax--whom Zack knew by reputation only. The remainder of the Task Force Zack knew next to nothing about, mostly because he had not gotten that far in the Task Force personnel manifest yet.
As Zack rounded the last corner, he saw another individual outside the door to what he assumed was Conference Room Alpha. The other man was wearing command red also, with dark hair and a very handsome face. The other officer seemed to pause for a moment, then pulled down his uniform tunic to straighten it out and entered the Conference Room. Zack was only a few steps behind him, but the other officer had apparently not noticed. Zack came to the door as it was about to hiss closed, tripping the sensor before it could start.
âExcuse me, is this the right place for the debriefing at 1300?â asked the other Captain, addressing another command-level officer that was in the Conference Room.
"Well if it isn't we're both in trouble," said Zack in his usual broad-voweled Rigel colonies accent, pronouncing the last word like trooble. He approached the other Captain, smiling slightly, and extended a hand. "Zack Gillibrand, USS Independence. It's a pleasure."
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USS Independence, NCC-57612, docked with Starbase Thrinacia
Captain's Quarters, Deck Two
1225 hours
Captain Zack Gillibrand put the comb down on the stainless steel lavatory sink, finally satisfied that his hair was as close to perfect as it was going to get today. Some days he considered wearing his hair shorter, something a little easier to style and maintain; the truth was, he really liked the way his hair looked right now--long enough that it was slightly wavy, not long enough that it was unruly. Zack leaned slightly forward to take a closer look at his face one last time before the briefing on the Starbase, and he was satisfied with what he saw except for the very slight wrinkles developing around his eyes and lips. That's what happens when you hit 40, Zack old boy he said to himself. Zack left the lavatory, exited his quarters and proceeded down the corridor to the turbolift. Once in the lift car he stated his destination as the Docking Hatch on deck five, and the lift car's magnetic motors hummed to life and took him there swiftly. He exited the Independence through the hatch and proceeded toward the briefing in Conference Room Alpha.
Even though he was a veteran of over 20 years in Starfleet, Zack Gillibrand still marveled at the enormity and sheer scale of Federation starbases. They were engineering marvels, self-sustaining orbital habitats housing thousands of crew and personnel. They were also very easy to get lost in, so Zack decided to leave little to chance. He consulted the Master Systems Display near the entrance to the docking bay, found his destination and got into the nearest turbolift car. Since the Conference Room was near the "top" of the large top-shaped structure, the ride to the appropriate level took a few minutes. Once the lift stopped, Zack followed the directional signs toward the Conference Room. He was familiar with many Captains in the fleet; some he knew personally, some by reputation only. Since the UFPDF was a new division of Starfleet and his taskforce was likewise new, Zack was not familiar with most of his fellow Captains in the taskforce. He had known Don McGriff of the Braveheart a little, but there had been a change of command on that vessel and Zack was not yet acquainted with the new CO. Melanie Woodcroft of the Thunderstorm had quite a reputation in Security and Tactical circles. The Angels Flight was a Prometheus class vessel, a heavy tactical cruiser commanded by the enigmatic Mara Shax--whom Zack knew by reputation only. The remainder of the Task Force Zack knew next to nothing about, mostly because he had not gotten that far in the Task Force personnel manifest yet.
As Zack rounded the last corner, he saw another individual outside the door to what he assumed was Conference Room Alpha. The other man was wearing command red also, with dark hair and a very handsome face. The other officer seemed to pause for a moment, then pulled down his uniform tunic to straighten it out and entered the Conference Room. Zack was only a few steps behind him, but the other officer had apparently not noticed. Zack came to the door as it was about to hiss closed, tripping the sensor before it could start.
âExcuse me, is this the right place for the debriefing at 1300?â asked the other Captain, addressing another command-level officer that was in the Conference Room.
"Well if it isn't we're both in trouble," said Zack in his usual broad-voweled Rigel colonies accent, pronouncing the last word like trooble. He approached the other Captain, smiling slightly, and extended a hand. "Zack Gillibrand, USS Independence. It's a pleasure."
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