Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

[Steve Malloway]

OOC: Posting as Admiral Steve Malloway, Fleet CO, CO SB Thrinacia

IC:

STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Centre
1936 hours

"A blip? How can there be a 'blip' in the system?!" Steve yelled, astounded at such 'technical' terms used by his own staff. "This is the most advanced equipment in the sector, Lieutenant! There shouldnt be any blips! I was updated not 2 hours ago that this was all fine! And NOW you tell me you noticed a bli-"

"Admiral!"

Steve turned sharply as he was interupted, he could feel the vein in his forehead throbbing. "WHAT?!" He demanded, glaring right at the officer across the deck, who merely replied quietly requesting the Admiral come take a look himself. Right now he could be sat on his backside comfortably, eating a meal he had longed to allow his tastebuds to cover all day, but no. Here he was, babysitting the junior staff. What I wouldnt give for a large whiskey right now. Steve thought to himself as he moved across the deck to the station and peered at the console screen. His mind went blank of everything, immediately changing his posture and facial expressions as he straightened. His command instincts had set in.

"Lieutenant, confirm those readings." Steve pointed to another station, flicking his hand to the one before him and they allowed the Admiral to sit. He punched in codes, flicking screens through each other as he brought up scans and database information, cross-checking and cartographing the readings.

"Confirmed!" Came the reply, and Steve stood again, striding across to the console across the deck, one hand leaning on the back of the officers chair, the other on the edge of the console itself as his eyes darted back and forth at the blue and green flourescentscy (yes, may not be a word, but it sounded good...). "13, down to 11 all of a sudden. I double-checked myself. Definately some tachyon readings in there somewhere."

"We did not need this right now." The Fleet CO muttered, his eyes remaining on the readings before bringing up docking control stats and engineering routines. "Status of our own?"

"We have 8, including the Starbase Command, 9 including Thrinacia herself. The odds dont look promising."

"They'll have to do." Steve replied, straightening as he reached up with his left hand swiftly, his fingers tapping the commbadge on his chest as he opened a Fleet-wide channel. =/\="RED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS - THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"=/\= Another tap shut the link down. "Have our fighter squadrons get to the Gateway, protect it at all costs, and get all functioning vessels out of the mushroom and into formation!"

Somehow, somewhen... the Cardassians had found out about the Gateway. Somehow, they were here to take the bounty.

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