Mission 11 - Imperfect Rupture?
May 14, 2022 18:26:49 GMT
Post by Gheskori on May 14, 2022 18:26:49 GMT
Ghes was in the conference room with his staff concluding the mission debriefing. While their sojourn in the Federation core and the Alpha Centauri system had been impromptu its length had made it seem like a scheduled assignment of great complexity, thus a proper meeting and evaluation had been called for. But now...
He stood, "Ok, that's all for now, but wait one moment. Rory," he turned and spoke to the engineering officer who he'd invited to the debrief ostensibly due to his contribution in saving Bleexa's vessel and helping detect the missing starships through one of the rifts, "Your service has been commendable," and he nodded to V'Maz who headed to the sill of one of the portals.
Returning with a small box, the XO handed it to Ghes who flipped it open: revealed were two pips, one gold and the other dark. He picked them out and turned back to Heath, "Rory, considering your acting rank status and your recent performance, it's my pleasure to promote you permanently to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, with all the privileges and rights thereto."
He affixed the pips and a round of applause rippled round the table, Gheskori and then Chief Engineer Clark shaking Lieutenant Heath's hand. "I'm catching up with you, sir," he smiled appreciatively.
"Catching up with whom?" Ghes queried.
Heath paused, "All of you," and everyone laughed with the man who was still just about the subordinate to each one of them.
The Enzio dropped from the supraluminal some 200,000 kilometres from the Section's home base. Assuming an easy sublight velocity of about 80% impulse power she quickly drew closer to the station which lay only apparently tilted off its axis with about a third of its upper surfaces illuminated by the faint light of the very distant Yattho star and the rest in midnight shadow, that night pinpricked by the miniscule lights of the station's many thousands of illuminated portals which looked out from residential suites, docking bays, laboratories, the command centre and much else.
It is good to be back, Ghes decided, as he began his duty shift taking over from SMO Tavik, for it felt like a long time since the Enzio had been called to address the emergency on the world of the Federation's only colonial founding member. He reflected how aside from the late Admiral Martyn, the other prominent rebels had been brought to order: despite winning a minor battle, Commodore Rrintuka had been apprehended as he'd attempted to flee from the vicinity of Barnard's Star having learnt of Martyn's death and the 77th Fleet's surrender; the leader of the rebel faction at the Wolf 359 colony had retracted her world's claim to independence and had stepped down from her office; the Andorian Sairal had been taken into custody on his homeworld; only Gaston Malthus of Alpha Centauri remained unaccounted for but he was no longer Regent, it was mysterious however that he, Marianne Declos and the other scientists had vanished without a trace.
"USS Enzio, this is the dockmaster. You are cleared to moor at Dock Bravo. Welcome home, Admiral."
Home, yes... Ghes thought, it was that in a manner of speaking. Still, since arriving back in the region of the Alpha and Beta quadrants he hadn't yet been to his true home, the only place that could ever really be called home and the one place he could never really leave even if only the spirit maintained the bond, Denobula.
"Thank you, Starbase 47. We await your signal to begin approach," he said perfunctorily.
"Shipping lanes are clear. You are free to approach space doors at your leisure."
Ghes thanked the dockmaster and gave the requisite orders to Yarwood who took the lead in bringing the Prometheus class into dock, the Denobulan retreating to his ready room. It would take about 45 minutes to complete docking but he hoped to be absorbed in the 22nd century Romulan epic Sign of the Talon all the while and perhaps for an hour or so afterwards, as well as eating his toffee biscuits. Shortly before docking though his wife, V'Maz and Clark entered; placing the reading PADD on his desk he asked them how he could help.
Remaining standing while the other two took the spare seats, V'Maz spoke, "How long are we to be on shore leave, Admiral?"
"That's a good question," Ghes pursed his lips, "We have no assigned mission. I'll be glad to be on the Starbase for a while to take stock of matters. It's my understanding both the Klingon and Romulan central authorities have been demanding our attention for the last couple weeks. And while we're waiting for a mission I'm sure all of you will want to take a rest! Toffee biscuit?"
He stood, "Ok, that's all for now, but wait one moment. Rory," he turned and spoke to the engineering officer who he'd invited to the debrief ostensibly due to his contribution in saving Bleexa's vessel and helping detect the missing starships through one of the rifts, "Your service has been commendable," and he nodded to V'Maz who headed to the sill of one of the portals.
Returning with a small box, the XO handed it to Ghes who flipped it open: revealed were two pips, one gold and the other dark. He picked them out and turned back to Heath, "Rory, considering your acting rank status and your recent performance, it's my pleasure to promote you permanently to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, with all the privileges and rights thereto."
He affixed the pips and a round of applause rippled round the table, Gheskori and then Chief Engineer Clark shaking Lieutenant Heath's hand. "I'm catching up with you, sir," he smiled appreciatively.
"Catching up with whom?" Ghes queried.
Heath paused, "All of you," and everyone laughed with the man who was still just about the subordinate to each one of them.
The Enzio dropped from the supraluminal some 200,000 kilometres from the Section's home base. Assuming an easy sublight velocity of about 80% impulse power she quickly drew closer to the station which lay only apparently tilted off its axis with about a third of its upper surfaces illuminated by the faint light of the very distant Yattho star and the rest in midnight shadow, that night pinpricked by the miniscule lights of the station's many thousands of illuminated portals which looked out from residential suites, docking bays, laboratories, the command centre and much else.
It is good to be back, Ghes decided, as he began his duty shift taking over from SMO Tavik, for it felt like a long time since the Enzio had been called to address the emergency on the world of the Federation's only colonial founding member. He reflected how aside from the late Admiral Martyn, the other prominent rebels had been brought to order: despite winning a minor battle, Commodore Rrintuka had been apprehended as he'd attempted to flee from the vicinity of Barnard's Star having learnt of Martyn's death and the 77th Fleet's surrender; the leader of the rebel faction at the Wolf 359 colony had retracted her world's claim to independence and had stepped down from her office; the Andorian Sairal had been taken into custody on his homeworld; only Gaston Malthus of Alpha Centauri remained unaccounted for but he was no longer Regent, it was mysterious however that he, Marianne Declos and the other scientists had vanished without a trace.
"USS Enzio, this is the dockmaster. You are cleared to moor at Dock Bravo. Welcome home, Admiral."
Home, yes... Ghes thought, it was that in a manner of speaking. Still, since arriving back in the region of the Alpha and Beta quadrants he hadn't yet been to his true home, the only place that could ever really be called home and the one place he could never really leave even if only the spirit maintained the bond, Denobula.
"Thank you, Starbase 47. We await your signal to begin approach," he said perfunctorily.
"Shipping lanes are clear. You are free to approach space doors at your leisure."
Ghes thanked the dockmaster and gave the requisite orders to Yarwood who took the lead in bringing the Prometheus class into dock, the Denobulan retreating to his ready room. It would take about 45 minutes to complete docking but he hoped to be absorbed in the 22nd century Romulan epic Sign of the Talon all the while and perhaps for an hour or so afterwards, as well as eating his toffee biscuits. Shortly before docking though his wife, V'Maz and Clark entered; placing the reading PADD on his desk he asked them how he could help.
Remaining standing while the other two took the spare seats, V'Maz spoke, "How long are we to be on shore leave, Admiral?"
"That's a good question," Ghes pursed his lips, "We have no assigned mission. I'll be glad to be on the Starbase for a while to take stock of matters. It's my understanding both the Klingon and Romulan central authorities have been demanding our attention for the last couple weeks. And while we're waiting for a mission I'm sure all of you will want to take a rest! Toffee biscuit?"