A01 - AUDITORIUM

[Carrs Jasal]

Starfleet Academy's auditorium is a huge, bright, modern-looking space capable of seating over 500 people. The entire South wall is made up of windows allowing the sunshine in and an awe-inspiring view of San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. On the other walls hang large painted portraits of Starfleet legends--the noble people who set an example for cadets and officers alike--including the likes of Jonathan Archer, Christopher Pike, and Kathryn Janeway. There are currently a few dozen beings of various races occupying the auditorium: some are talking in small groups and others just enjoying the view between classes. Most are wearing uniforms designating them as cadets at Starfleet Academy. A few are wearing the purple tunic that denotes them as Academy personnel.

Just below the stage is the admissions area; a long desk sits there with multiple computer terminals as well as two or more officers. At the center position is usually found Captain Maddie Allen, the Academy Superintendent . Newly arrived Cadets report to her for training holodeck assignments, where they will undertake the final portion of their four year academy training. The Dean of Evaluations, Commander Carrs Jasal, can be counted on for assistance as needed.

There is a queue of cadets at the admissions area, awaiting their turn to accept the assignment for their final examination here at Starfleet Academy.

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Please make your first post below! The post should contain two things... 

First, write an in-character portion describing your character's arrival in the auditorium. They have just completed four years at Star Fleet Academy and are waiting the assignment for their final examination. They should report in to the Admissions desk to the officer on duty for their assignment. 

Secondly, you must read the Cadet Code of Conduct and the Federation Space Constitution. Include in your post an out of character statement that you have read, understood, and agree to abide by these documents. 
For example:
Cadet Davis entered the auditorium and tugged at the stiff collar of his uniform. Seeing the admissions desk and the short line of Cadets, he approached and waited to catch the eye of the officer on duty.

"Cadet Davis reporting for assignment sir!" He cringed at the volume of his own voice, hoping no one noticed the error.

== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==

Good luck and have fun! ==

[Marisol Reyes]

The last message Marisol had received from Tomás that morning was still sitting unanswered on her PADD.

[Remember, orders aren't suggestions. Try not to get expelled on your last day.]

Her brother was an idiot.

An occasionally funny idiot, which was considerably worse.

She'd spent most of breakfast debating whether to send him something suitably insulting, but Imani had provided a far more pleasant distraction. Now, standing outside the Academy auditorium, Marisol was beginning to think Tomás had missed his calling as a professional nuisance. She made a mental note to send him something particularly obnoxious once the examinations were over.

"Four years," she remarked to Imani, adjusting the collar of her cadet uniform. "Four years of assignments, examinations, instructors telling me I ask too many questions, and apparently none of it counts until somebody watches me run around a holodeck."

"To be fair, some of those instructors had a point."

Marisol turned toward her fiancée, looking offended.

"Whose side are you on?"

"Yours. Unfortunately, that doesn't make you any less argumentative."

"That's a terrible thing to say to the woman you're going to marry."

Imani's answering smile suggested she wasn't especially concerned.

Marisol laughed, then glanced at her PADD again. The examination instructions remained exactly as they'd been the previous seven times she'd read them. She knew perfectly well that checking wouldn't change anything, but having something to occupy her hands was preferable to standing around wondering what the instructors had prepared for them.

"And before you say anything, I was checking the time."

"You've checked those instructions eight times since breakfast."

"Seven."

"Eight. I counted."

"All right, fine." Marisol tucked the device away. "You can be insufferably pleased with yourself later."

The auditorium doors were just ahead, but Marisol stopped long enough to straighten Imani's collar, despite there being absolutely nothing wrong with it. Her fiancée's long twists had been gathered neatly back, keeping them within Academy regulations. Marisol had always liked the way Imani wore her hair, although she was rather partial to seeing it loose when they weren't required to look like respectable Starfleet cadets.

"There. Perfect."

"You've already done that twice."

"And I'll do it again if you keep complaining." Her fingers lingered against the fabric. "Honestly, cariño, it's almost annoying how good you look in that uniform."

"You're welcome to admire me after the examination."

"Oh, I intend to."

Marisol leaned in and kissed her, keeping it brief enough that neither would have to explain themselves to a passing instructor. She was rather pleased with herself for managing to keep her hands to herself afterwards, although the mischievous expression on her face probably undermined any claim to professional restraint.

"Consider that motivation."

"Was that for me or you?"

"Both. I'm very efficient."

Inside, the auditorium was already occupied by several dozen cadets. Sunlight streamed through the enormous windows overlooking San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge, illuminating the portraits of famous Starfleet officers along the walls. Some cadets were talking quietly amongst themselves, while others appeared to be conducting last-minute reviews on their PADDs. Below the stage, queues had formed at the admissions desks.

Marisol automatically noted the exits, the officers behind the desks, and the cadets waiting ahead of them. It was an old habit by now, one she'd developed during her Security training without entirely realizing it. She was reasonably certain she hadn't been quite so observant when she'd first arrived at the Academy.

Dios mío. I'm turning into Mateo.

Now there was a genuinely worrying thought.

"Look at them," she murmured as they made their way toward the admissions area. "All standing there looking calm and professional. I give it ten minutes before somebody starts questioning every decision they've made since their first year."

"Some of us did that during our first year."

"Yes, well, some of us also thought confronting a suspect before identifying their accomplices was a perfectly reasonable idea."

Imani looked at her.

"Are you actually admitting I was right?"

"Don't get excited. It's a temporary lapse in judgment."

Their first simulated investigation together had been a disaster, largely because Marisol had refused to listen. She'd got her confession, certainly, but had also managed to send the remaining suspects running. Imani had been insufferably reasonable about the entire thing, which somehow made it worse. Marisol had spent the better part of the following evening defending her decision before eventually admitting, rather reluctantly, that a little patience might have served them better.

It was astonishing they'd ended up engaged.

"Speaking of things you've been right about," Marisol continued, "I've been reconsidering that tactical exercise when we first kissed."

"Should I be worried?"

"I've decided that, in the interests of a healthy marriage, I should admit you were right about the approach."

"Really?"

"But kissing me still didn't mean you'd won the argument."

"I don't recall claiming it did."

"You had that look."

"What look?"

"The one you're giving me right now."

Imani laughed, and Marisol gave her hand a squeeze. She remembered that evening rather fondly, despite the argument that had preceded it. Until then, she'd considered Imani an irritatingly cautious fellow cadet who seemed determined to challenge her every decision. Somewhere between their disagreements and the occasional late-night study session, that opinion had changed considerably.

"Actually, if you try that during our examinations, I'm reporting you for academic misconduct."

"Then I'll have to wait until afterwards."

"Now you're thinking like a Security officer."

As they approached the admissions desks, Marisol's thumb found her engagement ring. She'd spent an embarrassing amount of time researching possible first assignments, despite knowing that nothing she discovered would guarantee they'd be posted together. After four years of seeing Imani almost every day, the prospect of living on different starships was something she hadn't quite figured out how to accept.

Imani noticed the movement.

"You're doing it again."

"I know." Marisol stopped turning the ring. "I just wish we knew where they were sending us."

"We will soon enough."

"That's exactly the problem with you. Always so annoyingly sensible."

"One of us has to be."

Marisol leaned against her shoulder for a moment. There wasn't much point worrying about assignments before they'd even completed their examinations. Besides, she'd promised herself that she wouldn't spend their remaining time at the Academy imagining every possible way Starfleet might complicate their lives.

"Whatever happens, we're going to be fine, cariño."

"I know we are."

"Good. Because somebody has to keep you from abandoning cups of tea everywhere, and apparently I've volunteered for that lifelong responsibility."

"You leave your tools on my desk."

"Those are important tools."

"And my tea isn't important?"

Marisol considered the question.

"I'd like to speak to my legal representative before answering."

Imani laughed again, and Marisol decided she rather liked being responsible for that. It had taken them some time to work out how to live around one another's habits, particularly Marisol's tendency to begin tinkering with something and forget that the rest of the room existed. She suspected married life would involve much the same arguments, although hopefully with fewer Academy assignments interrupting their evenings.

They eventually reached the point where they needed to separate, each having been directed toward a different admissions officer. Marisol looked between the two desks, then back at Imani. It seemed rather unfair that they'd arrived together only to be sent in different directions, even if they'd known perfectly well that was how the process worked.

She reluctantly released Imani's hand and straightened her uniform.

"All right. No unnecessary improvising, no arguing with the examiner, and definitely no taking charge unless somebody actually puts me in charge."

"Excellent rules."

"See? I've matured."

"Let's see how long it lasts."

Marisol gave her an affectionate look.

"Good luck, cariño. And remember, dinner's on me. Preferably somewhere that doesn't serve food resembling recycled shuttle insulation."

"I'll hold you to that."

"You'd better."

She stole one final kiss before letting Imani head toward her assigned admissions officer. Marisol watched her go for a moment, appreciating the familiar way her fiancée carried herself, before turning toward her own desk. There would be plenty of time to celebrate later, assuming neither of them managed to do anything spectacularly foolish during their examinations.

All right, Reyes. Professional.

When her turn came, she stepped forward and came to attention. Whatever nerves she'd been entertaining earlier, she wasn't about to let them interfere with making a proper impression. Four years of training had brought her here, and she intended to make the most of the opportunity.

"Cadet Marisol Elena Reyes, Security Division, reporting for final examination assignment, ma'am."

She waited for the officer's instructions, resisting the temptation to look across the auditorium for Imani.

Let's see what they've got.

== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==

[Amelina Whittaker]

Amelina looked up as Cadet Reyes approached and checked in. Offering the Security Cadet a warm smile, the Acting Dean quickly found her assigned holodeck on the PADD and responded in her usual warm tone.

" Ah yes, Cadet Reyes, please report to holodeck 3, your Instructor will meet you there".


== Tag Reyes ==

[Amber Xavia Blake]

Amber walked into the auditorium nervously after longer then normal good-bye with her siblings. Of course, Dad couldn't be there! Even retired he was still too busy for his children, even the one who chose to loosely follow in his footsteps. Nevermind that stubborn old man now, Amber found the admissions desk and wait for her turn to report. As soon as she was directly gestured forward, she took two brisks steps up and stood at a firm attention.

"Cadet Blake reporting for assignment, sir." She waited with a somewhat nervous expression for her reply. 

== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==

[Amelina Whittaker]

The next Cadet in line stepped up, and Amelina greeted her warmly, the smile on her face never wavering despite how busy it was in the auditorium. Consulting the PADD once more, the Acting Dean quickly found Blake's details before addressing the Cadet.

" Cadet Blake, I have you down for holodeck 4. Please make your way there, and your Instructor will join you shortly".


== Tag Blake ==