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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.]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=449 Sun, 05 Jan 2025 02:20:31 +0000 Jennifer Braggins]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=449 https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=347 Fri, 24 May 2024 13:53:35 +0000 Jennifer Braggins]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=347 ==Twelve hours post-launch==

Jenny didn't remember exactly when she had decided it would be a good time to dine with her officers, but it had certainly been after her initial stint as Captain of the Philadelphia; perhaps that had been the impetus for her change, she'd not known her crew as well as she had hoped, with two members of her senior staff being both total unknowns and professional irritants. Her First Officer, too, had been something of an unknown quantity and she'd felt like she had to fight to remove the influence of Captain Simmons on his former crew before she could mold it in a shape that she could work with - it had probably been a self-defeating move, as she'd tried to make the crew hers rather than integrate with their way of doing things, and the events of that first mission in the Shackleton Expanse had changed her command style.

Sort-of.

Now she pondered the wisdom of her actions as she prepared for the first of what she anticipated would be several large-scale dinners; every off-duty officer aboard the Yeager had been invited, from the most senior to the most junior, and though attendance was not mandatory she knew that the Academy still taught that an "invite" from one's Captain was tantamount to a summons, to be ignored or declined at one's own peril. While she appreciated the sentiment, Jenny often wondered whether that simply artificially reinforced the ideological gap between junior and senior officers, keeping it nice and broad so that there was less chance of fraternisation or instances where personal bias would interfere with duty.

As if they'd ever get rid of that entirely; even Picard played favourites.

Having approved the menu and sent M'Rell to ride herd over the staff catering the event, all Jenny now had to do was show up to the Mess Hall, which had been closed for the function. This was going to be a working dinner as well as a getting-to-know-you event for the newer officers, as Jenny had finally received their orders. As she entered the Mess Hall, she noted that most of the tables and chairs had been moved and discretely stacked against the far wall. The bar was stocked with the finest synthetic alcohol, with its limited supply of real alcohol kept locked under the bar and only distributed with her own approval. The remaining tables had been arranged in a long line with sufficient seating for all, with places arranged by rank and seniority - Jenny would sit at the head of the table, facing down the table, with Jensen to her right and Qi to her left; then Hydish and Black would sit opposite each other; Beinn opposite D'Tor'an, and so on.

As a few Support crew were still laying out utensils, glasses and water jugs, Jenny opted to stay out of their way and instead simply watched the stars streaking past as they headed out on their newest adventure.]]> ==Twelve hours post-launch==

Jenny didn't remember exactly when she had decided it would be a good time to dine with her officers, but it had certainly been after her initial stint as Captain of the Philadelphia; perhaps that had been the impetus for her change, she'd not known her crew as well as she had hoped, with two members of her senior staff being both total unknowns and professional irritants. Her First Officer, too, had been something of an unknown quantity and she'd felt like she had to fight to remove the influence of Captain Simmons on his former crew before she could mold it in a shape that she could work with - it had probably been a self-defeating move, as she'd tried to make the crew hers rather than integrate with their way of doing things, and the events of that first mission in the Shackleton Expanse had changed her command style.

Sort-of.

Now she pondered the wisdom of her actions as she prepared for the first of what she anticipated would be several large-scale dinners; every off-duty officer aboard the Yeager had been invited, from the most senior to the most junior, and though attendance was not mandatory she knew that the Academy still taught that an "invite" from one's Captain was tantamount to a summons, to be ignored or declined at one's own peril. While she appreciated the sentiment, Jenny often wondered whether that simply artificially reinforced the ideological gap between junior and senior officers, keeping it nice and broad so that there was less chance of fraternisation or instances where personal bias would interfere with duty.

As if they'd ever get rid of that entirely; even Picard played favourites.

Having approved the menu and sent M'Rell to ride herd over the staff catering the event, all Jenny now had to do was show up to the Mess Hall, which had been closed for the function. This was going to be a working dinner as well as a getting-to-know-you event for the newer officers, as Jenny had finally received their orders. As she entered the Mess Hall, she noted that most of the tables and chairs had been moved and discretely stacked against the far wall. The bar was stocked with the finest synthetic alcohol, with its limited supply of real alcohol kept locked under the bar and only distributed with her own approval. The remaining tables had been arranged in a long line with sufficient seating for all, with places arranged by rank and seniority - Jenny would sit at the head of the table, facing down the table, with Jensen to her right and Qi to her left; then Hydish and Black would sit opposite each other; Beinn opposite D'Tor'an, and so on.

As a few Support crew were still laying out utensils, glasses and water jugs, Jenny opted to stay out of their way and instead simply watched the stars streaking past as they headed out on their newest adventure.]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=342 Wed, 08 May 2024 01:01:19 +0000 Jennifer Braggins]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=342 https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=316 Mon, 29 Apr 2024 01:48:38 +0000 Jennifer Braggins]]> https://fed-space.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=316 ==Antares Shipyards, Bajor Sector==

Jenny rubbed her eyes and glared at the cold coffee mug on the desk as though it had betrayed her by not staying hot; the thermal mug had kept it at a drinkable temperature for hours, she knew that deep down, but it seemed as though she'd been working on her paperwork for hours. M'Rell, her Caitian Yeoman, had followed her from the Philadelphia to her new command and had been the one to deposit the fresh mug, but she'd long since retired for the night. Or was it morning? Jenny had turned off the chronometer built into her terminal, so she wasn't entirely sure any more. Raiju's soft snores from the basket next to her desk indicated that whatever time it was, it was either too late or too early.

I'm not sure what Command felt the more severe punishment would be; assigning me to convoy duty or the paperwork that comes with new construction.

Leaning back in her chair, Jenny looked out of the window where Workbees swarmed over the frame of the new Yeager as it neared completion. Jenny had been both bemused and infatuated with the ship when she had taken a Workbee on a tour of the construction slip herself; while the previous Yeager had been cobbled together out of available parts to guard Deep Space Nine from the Dominion, the current ship had followed the same design ethos deliberately. A Pathfinder-class primary hull and nacelles had been mated to a winged secondary hull in the same style as the old Yeager and Jenny had fallen in love almost instantly; it was a ship that Jenna Bartlett had suited her to a tee, defying convention with its very existence.

Except that defying convention often had its own issues; like fighting tooth and nail for the proper equipment, personnel, and getting the ship launched on time.

If we can get the glitch in the thruster control fixed, we can fix the rest after we leave. Assuming we get the people we need to fix it, of course...

With a groan, Jenny closed the terminal and rose from the desk. She figured she had enough time for a shower and a nap before her first meetings, where she would be interviewing potentials for her new senior staff. Once the interviews were over, there was a tour of the ship followed by a meeting with the designer and the shipyard engineer responsible for overseeing the construction; the meetings were almost as eternal as the paperwork, and Jenny once again cursed the recklessness that had cost her command of the Philadelphia.

Then again, she pondered as she moved from the office area into the bedroom, it wasn't every day you were handed a ship fresh from the shipyard. Even if it was punishment and another sign her career would likely progress no further, it was her chance to have a meaningful impact on a ship and its crew, and it was a unique enough design that wherever she went and whatever she and her crew accomplished, it would get noticed.]]> ==Antares Shipyards, Bajor Sector==

Jenny rubbed her eyes and glared at the cold coffee mug on the desk as though it had betrayed her by not staying hot; the thermal mug had kept it at a drinkable temperature for hours, she knew that deep down, but it seemed as though she'd been working on her paperwork for hours. M'Rell, her Caitian Yeoman, had followed her from the Philadelphia to her new command and had been the one to deposit the fresh mug, but she'd long since retired for the night. Or was it morning? Jenny had turned off the chronometer built into her terminal, so she wasn't entirely sure any more. Raiju's soft snores from the basket next to her desk indicated that whatever time it was, it was either too late or too early.

I'm not sure what Command felt the more severe punishment would be; assigning me to convoy duty or the paperwork that comes with new construction.

Leaning back in her chair, Jenny looked out of the window where Workbees swarmed over the frame of the new Yeager as it neared completion. Jenny had been both bemused and infatuated with the ship when she had taken a Workbee on a tour of the construction slip herself; while the previous Yeager had been cobbled together out of available parts to guard Deep Space Nine from the Dominion, the current ship had followed the same design ethos deliberately. A Pathfinder-class primary hull and nacelles had been mated to a winged secondary hull in the same style as the old Yeager and Jenny had fallen in love almost instantly; it was a ship that Jenna Bartlett had suited her to a tee, defying convention with its very existence.

Except that defying convention often had its own issues; like fighting tooth and nail for the proper equipment, personnel, and getting the ship launched on time.

If we can get the glitch in the thruster control fixed, we can fix the rest after we leave. Assuming we get the people we need to fix it, of course...

With a groan, Jenny closed the terminal and rose from the desk. She figured she had enough time for a shower and a nap before her first meetings, where she would be interviewing potentials for her new senior staff. Once the interviews were over, there was a tour of the ship followed by a meeting with the designer and the shipyard engineer responsible for overseeing the construction; the meetings were almost as eternal as the paperwork, and Jenny once again cursed the recklessness that had cost her command of the Philadelphia.

Then again, she pondered as she moved from the office area into the bedroom, it wasn't every day you were handed a ship fresh from the shipyard. Even if it was punishment and another sign her career would likely progress no further, it was her chance to have a meaningful impact on a ship and its crew, and it was a unique enough design that wherever she went and whatever she and her crew accomplished, it would get noticed.]]>