04-14-2011, 01:26 AM
Starbase Thrinacia
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1936 hours
Following his conversation with Cadet Locker, Zack had finished his meal quickly and began to mingle with his fellow officers and crew. Even though he was not a Taskforce CO, Zack still had a good deal of Command seniority among those of the 354th Oracles; he was a lot of fun to be around and generally quite popular with his peers and subordinates. Perhaps a bit too laid back for his own good--our at least enough to really annoy the Fleet brass. Zack's mingling was interrupted by the somewhat panicked-sounding voice of Admiral Malloway.
"RED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS - THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
Immediately Zack set in motion. Knowing the Starbase would want to scramble all available vessels immediately, Zack tapped his commbadge.
"Gillibrand to Independence."
Independence acknowledging, said his ship's Computer in its dull feminine monotone.
"Computer, begin orderly beam-out of all Independence personnel, authorization Gillibrand six-seven-five red. Beam Senior Staff directly to duty stations and put all engines on standby. As soon as all staff are accounted for, go to Red Alert..."
Zack barely had time to finish his last command before he dematerialized in a blue-white curtain of light and reappeared on the bridge of his ship. Within a minute's time, the remainder of the Senior Staff had appeared at their stations.
"XO, are all personnel accounted for?" After he recieved an affirmative reply, Zack continued. "Mister Kingsley, take us out. Fall into formation with the Braveheart, the Thunderstorm, the Agamemnon and the Star Fighters."
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Main Gallery
1936 hours
Following his conversation with Cadet Locker, Zack had finished his meal quickly and began to mingle with his fellow officers and crew. Even though he was not a Taskforce CO, Zack still had a good deal of Command seniority among those of the 354th Oracles; he was a lot of fun to be around and generally quite popular with his peers and subordinates. Perhaps a bit too laid back for his own good--our at least enough to really annoy the Fleet brass. Zack's mingling was interrupted by the somewhat panicked-sounding voice of Admiral Malloway.
"RED ALERT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS - THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
Immediately Zack set in motion. Knowing the Starbase would want to scramble all available vessels immediately, Zack tapped his commbadge.
"Gillibrand to Independence."
Independence acknowledging, said his ship's Computer in its dull feminine monotone.
"Computer, begin orderly beam-out of all Independence personnel, authorization Gillibrand six-seven-five red. Beam Senior Staff directly to duty stations and put all engines on standby. As soon as all staff are accounted for, go to Red Alert..."
Zack barely had time to finish his last command before he dematerialized in a blue-white curtain of light and reappeared on the bridge of his ship. Within a minute's time, the remainder of the Senior Staff had appeared at their stations.
"XO, are all personnel accounted for?" After he recieved an affirmative reply, Zack continued. "Mister Kingsley, take us out. Fall into formation with the Braveheart, the Thunderstorm, the Agamemnon and the Star Fighters."
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