Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

OOC: Posting as Ret. Capt. Donald McGriff

IC:

Starbase Thrinacea
Conference Room Alpha
1330 Hours

As the Admirals finished up, Retired Captain McGriff remained in his seat for a moment to watch some of the Commanding Officers and their counterparts leave. For once he had no urgency to get away as he had nowhere in particular to be. No command, no nothing. Well, save for the transport back to Earth but that wasnt just yet. The room began to get a little less busier as they filed out, the air becoming somewhat easier to breathe as the musk of all the uniforms and bodies in such a small environment dwindled, and for some reason the emblem of the Federation on the very back wall seemed to become that much brighter.

"Consider it the last of the free time before the party and mission." Donald blinked to bring his attention away from the emblem he was caught by. No longer would he be defending her citizens, or doing the duties he had become accustomed to. He had half expected to feel sorry for himself, or regret his decision to leave - but nothing of the sort. He looked at the voice, Ethan's, how had been in converse with Jemma at the time and slightly smiled as he stood up by them. He knew even though he was stepping out of the lights, there were those others that would fill the positions well. Better.

"Captain, Commander." Donald interjected to catch Ethan before he wandered out. "I'm due on a transport back to Earth within the hour." He offered his hand to them both and shook. "I wish you both all the best, make the Braveheart proud." Before either could reply he nodded his head once as a goodbye, and turned to walk from the room. His destination: luggage hold, then the transport to Earth. His vineyard awaited him.

TAG: Anyone if they wish before I skiddadle Donald to the shadows... for now XD