02-27-2011, 05:37 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Johns Temporary Office
1815 hours.
John exited his office to begin his walk towards his quarters to prepare him self for this evenings festivities. Thinking to him self, John wondered if Steve would be as prompt as he was for the debriefing. Either way, the preparations for today should cover any silly triviality such as that. What has been planned should be a blast, the party should be most enjoyable. Then there was the gate it self, most likely being towed into position at this very moment. The unveiling should be the icing on the proverbial cake.
As usual, John made his way through corridors that seem to have no end, door after door it seems to not stop. These mega structures known as starbases are certainly an achievement, it is amazing that we even have one at all, with how expensive it is to construct such monstrosities. However with such a technology available, it seems a waste not to put such resources into our mission. This starbase will certainly serve as a pivotal role in exploring this gateway and its capabilities. John paused his pondering to open door to his quarters.
Entering his quarters, John headed for the draws and extracted his dress uniform. This is one of the most dreaded parts of formal events. The formal dress. No one John knows really likes being in dress uniform. As for an admiral, it is even more so, with the increased frequency that they are required to use it. John, walked over to the mirror and grudgingly changed into his dress uniform.
Looking in the mirror, John adjusted the collar slightly, thinking this evening should be a blast. A full on show of the Iconian gateway, and some booze to boot. In his uniform, John thought how privileged he was to be in such a position in what could be one of Starfleets moments in history. John turned to exit his quarters and headed off for the main gallery.
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1835 hours.
John entered the Gallery to be greeted with a flabbergasting view. Round tables filled the room, headed by a large rectangular table. Various decorations including flowers and flags. Above the head table was the flag of the federation. A most glorious view it was.
Scanning the room, John saw there was a few people present. Those present included amazingly Steve, who wasa inspecting the fine work. But then out of his peripheral vision, John saw the gate just about in position. It was a sight to bestow the eyes. The many years of hard work getting the gate functional came flooding back. John had a good feeling that everything will go to plan.
Navigating the various tables, John approached Steve just to disturb him.
âThis is looking absolutely marvellous, don't you say? Now, what was for the main course? It seems to slipped my mindâ. John asked Steve.
TAG: Steve
Johns Temporary Office
1815 hours.
John exited his office to begin his walk towards his quarters to prepare him self for this evenings festivities. Thinking to him self, John wondered if Steve would be as prompt as he was for the debriefing. Either way, the preparations for today should cover any silly triviality such as that. What has been planned should be a blast, the party should be most enjoyable. Then there was the gate it self, most likely being towed into position at this very moment. The unveiling should be the icing on the proverbial cake.
As usual, John made his way through corridors that seem to have no end, door after door it seems to not stop. These mega structures known as starbases are certainly an achievement, it is amazing that we even have one at all, with how expensive it is to construct such monstrosities. However with such a technology available, it seems a waste not to put such resources into our mission. This starbase will certainly serve as a pivotal role in exploring this gateway and its capabilities. John paused his pondering to open door to his quarters.
Entering his quarters, John headed for the draws and extracted his dress uniform. This is one of the most dreaded parts of formal events. The formal dress. No one John knows really likes being in dress uniform. As for an admiral, it is even more so, with the increased frequency that they are required to use it. John, walked over to the mirror and grudgingly changed into his dress uniform.
Looking in the mirror, John adjusted the collar slightly, thinking this evening should be a blast. A full on show of the Iconian gateway, and some booze to boot. In his uniform, John thought how privileged he was to be in such a position in what could be one of Starfleets moments in history. John turned to exit his quarters and headed off for the main gallery.
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1835 hours.
John entered the Gallery to be greeted with a flabbergasting view. Round tables filled the room, headed by a large rectangular table. Various decorations including flowers and flags. Above the head table was the flag of the federation. A most glorious view it was.
Scanning the room, John saw there was a few people present. Those present included amazingly Steve, who wasa inspecting the fine work. But then out of his peripheral vision, John saw the gate just about in position. It was a sight to bestow the eyes. The many years of hard work getting the gate functional came flooding back. John had a good feeling that everything will go to plan.
Navigating the various tables, John approached Steve just to disturb him.
âThis is looking absolutely marvellous, don't you say? Now, what was for the main course? It seems to slipped my mindâ. John asked Steve.
TAG: Steve
Admiral John 'Spiced' Morgan
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Commanding USS Elimination
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Commanding USS Elimination
Quote:[02/27/11 13:25:51 ] Nick : just noticed another issue, now the posts aren't showing in teh Starfleet HQ thread. the post is there when you open teh thread, but the only post that shows is my instructor thread
[02/27/11 13:26:13 ] Nick : I love creating work for the admin....(H)
[02/27/11 13:26:34 ] Paul : I love ignoring issues as an admin
