Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

OOC: Do excuse the use of quotes! Made it easier on replying! And apologies if I brush off people's TAGs quickly, I want to speed through slightly - I will make a point to get back with each of those in the ceremony party! POSTING AS MALLOWAY. Major apologies on the structure and quality - it seems to have lacked with the answering of TAGs :S

IC:

STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1840 hours

"indeed it is. Everyone together.. all the decorations are exquisite. Its a sight to see and with the gateway behind us out there, makes it perfect." she responded to him her eyes sparkling at him smiling. She then pats his shoulder leaning on it slightly. "this is your Fleet." she told him and puts her arm around his shoulders. "your wonderful fleet and they have the best CinC out there. and no I'm not kissing up." she added chuckling to him. She really liked Steve and he was a friend of hers. If it wasn't for him she wouldn't be in the position she's in today. "its an honor to be in your fleet Malloway.. and i know everyone else is honored to be in it as well.." she said to him.

Steve smiled somewhat, slightly taken aback at the honesty of the Captain. "The Fleet wouldnt be what she is without the crews and Captains that make her. I'm simply a figurehead." He mused, pinching a bit of stray hair that he spied on his sleeve and waving it off before looking back to Melanie. However, before he could reply, a familiar voice spoke up.

“This is looking absolutely marvellous, don't you say? Now, what was for the main course? It seems to slipped my mind”. John asked Steve.

"Pardon me," Steve apologised to Melanie as he turned only a fraction to allow John to join himself and Melanie just another joined the three of them.

"Ah, Admiral Malloway.  Nice little set-up you guys have here."

"Seems this area of the hall is ever popular this evening," Steve piped in quickly as he nodded his head in respect to the Ambassador, "Thank you Ambassador. My First Officer's doing - Connor has done a fine job indeed, he's made me proud." He turned his attention to John and Melanie. "John, I believe the Main you'll be more interested in is a Casserole of sorts... if I recall, you're not a veggie, so you may wish to steer clear of the Brocolli concoction the chef has prepared. And you know what it does to your bowels." He grinned at his old friend, winking to Melanie and Ornixen as a sign of jest and bowed slightly. "If you'll excuse, the culprit of this fine evening has just entered."

Leaving the three to talk, Steve walked off some to stand with Connor as he had walked in and approached.

"Hope your happy with the room sir?" Connor asked.

The Admiral smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Commander, you have done a far better job than I had anticipated. The setup is amazing; my thanks indeed to you and your team." He took in a slight breathe as the scent of lilies met his nostrils again. "And might I say, a grand job on the choice of the floral decorations. As a reward, have this evening off," Steve humoured with a chuckle, "enjoy yourself, thats an order."

"Good evening Admiral, Commander," said Zack, raising his glass slightly.  "Connor, you did a fantastic job with the set-up here.  Do you mind if I call you Connor? You can call me Zack.  It looks like we're going to have quite the crowd tonight."

Steve parted back some as he heard Zack speak up, complimenting Connor. It was a sight that made the Gallery look even more spectacular as he took it all in; so many had arrived, and in dress uniform too which made the atmosphere seem even more... enjoyable. How sad are you? Dress uniforms making this place look more enjoyable? Get over yourself. Steve scalded mentally with a slight smile. "I'm hoping for a decent turn-out, you could say that." He remarked with a grin. "Quite a few so far, lets hope we dont have any stragglers - I need to get to the bar." With a gentle hand to both officer's shoulder as a gesture to mingle together he walked away with a smile to allow the two to converse, his eyes looking back and forth across the room.

As he continued walking, he brushed off two Crewmen offering hors d'oeuvres and stopped infront of the larger table at the head of the room. His allowed his mind to wander for a moment as he looked at the chair reserved for himself on the other side. He thought of who else could have held that seat if he hadnt been chosen for this assignment some 2 years back, of what had already happened in that time too, and more importantly of what was yet to come. The Gateway brought so many unanswered questions, but yet they didnt seem to bother anyone. He turned to look at the growing crowd, finding he held a very proud smile across his lips. Afterall, no matter what the Gateway threw out, or whatever they were met with by anything at any time; these men and women were trained, talented, and tough enough to meet- no, handle, it all head-on. It was what he was chosen for. It was what THEY were chosen for. They were the best not for what Starfleet knew of them, but for what Steve himself saw in what they could become too.

Legends.

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