01-06-2025, 02:59 AM
==This subplot takes place one week after the Yeager arrived at Starbase 214, later in the same day of the New Arrivals thread. Attendance is not mandatory, but encouraged.==
When the Yeager had been launched from the Beta Antares Shipyards, it had been without pomp, circumstance, or fanfare. It had, in fact, been largely swept under the rug; the ship was an embarrassment to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers, the Captain and several members of her senior staff on Starfleet Command's "shit list". As such she'd been assigned a random registry number, and quietly added to the list of active starships in the hope that by keeping the ship and crew to rear-area duties, the problem would inevitably go away.
That had been seven weeks ago.
The recent adventures of the Yeager and her crew had opened some eyes and ruffled a few feathers at Starfleet Command. Though the crew were publicly being praised for their efforts in rescuing the passengers of the Lord Franklin, privately the crew were under even closer scrutiny from those who would see them fail. Though they had avoided official censure for illegally crossing a sovereign border, effectively kidnapping United Earth citizens, and firing on a Cardassian warship, Starfleet Command couldn't afford to let the crew continue to "play pirate". So they did the only thing the brass knew how to do effectively.
They held an official commissioning ceremony for the USS Yeager, publicly inducting her and her crew into the hearts and minds of the Federation and her neighbours.
Jenny had received word of the ceremony only a day before it had been due to happen, and as Captain, it had been her responsibility to arrange it. Thanks to some careful planning, expert scrounging from her logistics staff, and a fair amount of luck, the event had quickly begun to take shape. In an observation lounge overlooking the Yeager's repair bay, Jenny and her team had set up a small podium, enough seating for the entire Yeager crew plus whatever VIP guests had invited themselves, and a buffet and bar. The ceremony would also, at Jenny's insistence, require Dress Whites; those who knew her or her service record would understand the power play.
Some might even find it entertaining.
A string quartet had been rustled up from among Starbase 214's crew to provide background music and contribute to the festive ambiance. The large windows overlooking the repair bay were currently tinted to full opacity, hiding the ship from view. As the last of the support staff finished their last-minute preparations and adjustments and slipped out of the room, the house lights dimmed to three-quarters illumination to better facilitate a ceremonial atmosphere, and the band began to play a selection of classical music from composers spanning the Federation.
All that was needed now, was for the guests to arrive and the ceremony to begin.
When the Yeager had been launched from the Beta Antares Shipyards, it had been without pomp, circumstance, or fanfare. It had, in fact, been largely swept under the rug; the ship was an embarrassment to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers, the Captain and several members of her senior staff on Starfleet Command's "shit list". As such she'd been assigned a random registry number, and quietly added to the list of active starships in the hope that by keeping the ship and crew to rear-area duties, the problem would inevitably go away.
That had been seven weeks ago.
The recent adventures of the Yeager and her crew had opened some eyes and ruffled a few feathers at Starfleet Command. Though the crew were publicly being praised for their efforts in rescuing the passengers of the Lord Franklin, privately the crew were under even closer scrutiny from those who would see them fail. Though they had avoided official censure for illegally crossing a sovereign border, effectively kidnapping United Earth citizens, and firing on a Cardassian warship, Starfleet Command couldn't afford to let the crew continue to "play pirate". So they did the only thing the brass knew how to do effectively.
They held an official commissioning ceremony for the USS Yeager, publicly inducting her and her crew into the hearts and minds of the Federation and her neighbours.
Jenny had received word of the ceremony only a day before it had been due to happen, and as Captain, it had been her responsibility to arrange it. Thanks to some careful planning, expert scrounging from her logistics staff, and a fair amount of luck, the event had quickly begun to take shape. In an observation lounge overlooking the Yeager's repair bay, Jenny and her team had set up a small podium, enough seating for the entire Yeager crew plus whatever VIP guests had invited themselves, and a buffet and bar. The ceremony would also, at Jenny's insistence, require Dress Whites; those who knew her or her service record would understand the power play.
Some might even find it entertaining.
A string quartet had been rustled up from among Starbase 214's crew to provide background music and contribute to the festive ambiance. The large windows overlooking the repair bay were currently tinted to full opacity, hiding the ship from view. As the last of the support staff finished their last-minute preparations and adjustments and slipped out of the room, the house lights dimmed to three-quarters illumination to better facilitate a ceremonial atmosphere, and the band began to play a selection of classical music from composers spanning the Federation.
All that was needed now, was for the guests to arrive and the ceremony to begin.