12-11-2010, 04:50 AM
(OOC: Sorry Steve if Draco isnt allowed in the Briefing)
IC:
Conferance Room Alpha
1235 Hrs
It had been just under two hours since Draco had made it to the Station and already he was in a Fleet briefing. If the Commanding officer with the fleet had relized the level of importance that was involved with this briefing most of them would be scared as Cadets on the first day in San Fran. As He approached the door to the conferance room Draco adjusted his color and check to be sure that he had all his uniform in order. After being sure he entered the room and survied the officers already in attendance. Geeze. they just keep getting younger He thought to himself as he walked through teh crowd and took a seat to teh rear of teh room. Granted as an Admiral he should be at the head of the room , but being an old pilot the hard learned habit to be out of teh view of others incase of an emergancy transport was needed still lingered.
Some of the Captains in the room Draco KNew from fitness reports or by family members that had come throught he ranks with him. After sitting for a couple of minutes he stood up and walked over to teh replicator and ordered up a cup of earl Grey tea , hot. Takeing his drink he turned to notice Steve walk in and step up to the podium. With a nod of aknowladgement Draco took his seat and waited for the briefing to begin..
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could ask you to take your seats, we'll get underway. I remind you this briefing is classified." His voice almost echoing across the room as he pressed the presentation button; an image of the United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet emblem prominant in all it's glory flashed upon the main presentation viewer across the back wall behind him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I will keep this as brief as possible, but there is quite a bit to take in. If at any time anyone has any questions, then do speak up." He paused, just incase and nodded to John to begin the presentation; who did so with a single tap to a button. The emblem was replaced with one of the very few images of the Gateway. An extremely thin 'edge' had been constructed around the rim of the gateway, with a docking station and command centre attached to its left-hand side, simple in design, yet boasted an elegance. "This, is your latest toy. By Starfleet database reference you would all probably be familiar with the name Iconian Gateway," he turned to look upon the Commanders, "however much bigger than those previously discovered. It measures mere meters bigger than a Galaxy Class vessel." Again he paused, the murmurs from those present hissing across the expanse, dying again as they noticed the Admiral's waiting posture. "Station Iconia has been tasked with monitoring the activity of the Gateway-"
"Sir?"
Steve zipped his line of sight across the Captain who's hand had shot up and spoke forth. "Yes, Captain Joly."
"My apologies for interupting, but can you define 'monitoring'? Noone, on our records atleast, has managed to keep a stable gateway open, let alone been able to monitor their activity."
"No no, Captain, I did say any questions by all means." Steve replied firstly, tapping a button to change the image to specifications of what seemed to be Starfleet transporter technology, mixed with Borg counterparts, and various other sensor techniques and commodities. "From working with many of you for 2 or so years now, I think it is safe to say that many of you realise I am not a whizz in the Science department; therefore I wont lie to you - I dont know the ins and outs of how this thing works, nor will I lie and say it is fully-operational. It is desperately-so in its infant stages. All I know is that the technology you see before you has all been adapted, connected and utilised in ways that enable us to keep a somewhat steady gateway open. I say somewhat, the longest period of time has been 3 days - but that was with nothing sent through. Seven of Nine, whom I am sure you are all aware of, was able to help us in many ways due to her vast knowledge of alien species technology and has become one of the leading co-ordinators of this project. So basically, if something goes wrong you lot cant blame me... maybe Vice Admiral Morgan if you push it, but I'm clean." He allowed for a small murmur of laughter as he looked this way and that at the Commanders in the room. "Before we continue, are there any questions? No matter how small, they may be of use to others, and myself if I miss anything."
"Admiral," began another young Captain from the other side of the room. "This is obviously an amazing discovery and a remarkable feat of ingenuity on our part. Do we know what the maximum range of the Gateway is? And also, is there a delay between Gateway activations? Some pieces of technology need time to recharge and reorient themselves and I'm wondering if the Gateway has that."
Draco grinned in pleasure that although the Captains might be getting younger, the same drive and since of adventure still thrived within these young pups as it did with his generation. Sitting back in the chair he crossed his arms and waited to hear how much was known that hadn't been relayed tot eh rest of command. Other than a hand full of senior officers ( 3 that he could think of) on the station Draco was sure he was the only person that had knowledge of teh gate before the briefing.
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OOC: I Copied in a few of teh tags as well within this post
IC:
Conferance Room Alpha
1235 Hrs
It had been just under two hours since Draco had made it to the Station and already he was in a Fleet briefing. If the Commanding officer with the fleet had relized the level of importance that was involved with this briefing most of them would be scared as Cadets on the first day in San Fran. As He approached the door to the conferance room Draco adjusted his color and check to be sure that he had all his uniform in order. After being sure he entered the room and survied the officers already in attendance. Geeze. they just keep getting younger He thought to himself as he walked through teh crowd and took a seat to teh rear of teh room. Granted as an Admiral he should be at the head of the room , but being an old pilot the hard learned habit to be out of teh view of others incase of an emergancy transport was needed still lingered.
Some of the Captains in the room Draco KNew from fitness reports or by family members that had come throught he ranks with him. After sitting for a couple of minutes he stood up and walked over to teh replicator and ordered up a cup of earl Grey tea , hot. Takeing his drink he turned to notice Steve walk in and step up to the podium. With a nod of aknowladgement Draco took his seat and waited for the briefing to begin..
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could ask you to take your seats, we'll get underway. I remind you this briefing is classified." His voice almost echoing across the room as he pressed the presentation button; an image of the United Federation of Planets Defence Fleet emblem prominant in all it's glory flashed upon the main presentation viewer across the back wall behind him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I will keep this as brief as possible, but there is quite a bit to take in. If at any time anyone has any questions, then do speak up." He paused, just incase and nodded to John to begin the presentation; who did so with a single tap to a button. The emblem was replaced with one of the very few images of the Gateway. An extremely thin 'edge' had been constructed around the rim of the gateway, with a docking station and command centre attached to its left-hand side, simple in design, yet boasted an elegance. "This, is your latest toy. By Starfleet database reference you would all probably be familiar with the name Iconian Gateway," he turned to look upon the Commanders, "however much bigger than those previously discovered. It measures mere meters bigger than a Galaxy Class vessel." Again he paused, the murmurs from those present hissing across the expanse, dying again as they noticed the Admiral's waiting posture. "Station Iconia has been tasked with monitoring the activity of the Gateway-"
"Sir?"
Steve zipped his line of sight across the Captain who's hand had shot up and spoke forth. "Yes, Captain Joly."
"My apologies for interupting, but can you define 'monitoring'? Noone, on our records atleast, has managed to keep a stable gateway open, let alone been able to monitor their activity."
"No no, Captain, I did say any questions by all means." Steve replied firstly, tapping a button to change the image to specifications of what seemed to be Starfleet transporter technology, mixed with Borg counterparts, and various other sensor techniques and commodities. "From working with many of you for 2 or so years now, I think it is safe to say that many of you realise I am not a whizz in the Science department; therefore I wont lie to you - I dont know the ins and outs of how this thing works, nor will I lie and say it is fully-operational. It is desperately-so in its infant stages. All I know is that the technology you see before you has all been adapted, connected and utilised in ways that enable us to keep a somewhat steady gateway open. I say somewhat, the longest period of time has been 3 days - but that was with nothing sent through. Seven of Nine, whom I am sure you are all aware of, was able to help us in many ways due to her vast knowledge of alien species technology and has become one of the leading co-ordinators of this project. So basically, if something goes wrong you lot cant blame me... maybe Vice Admiral Morgan if you push it, but I'm clean." He allowed for a small murmur of laughter as he looked this way and that at the Commanders in the room. "Before we continue, are there any questions? No matter how small, they may be of use to others, and myself if I miss anything."
"Admiral," began another young Captain from the other side of the room. "This is obviously an amazing discovery and a remarkable feat of ingenuity on our part. Do we know what the maximum range of the Gateway is? And also, is there a delay between Gateway activations? Some pieces of technology need time to recharge and reorient themselves and I'm wondering if the Gateway has that."
Draco grinned in pleasure that although the Captains might be getting younger, the same drive and since of adventure still thrived within these young pups as it did with his generation. Sitting back in the chair he crossed his arms and waited to hear how much was known that hadn't been relayed tot eh rest of command. Other than a hand full of senior officers ( 3 that he could think of) on the station Draco was sure he was the only person that had knowledge of teh gate before the briefing.
TAG: ALL
OOC: I Copied in a few of teh tags as well within this post