“I’m getting old. You seem not to age whatsoever. I suppose I should have stuck around and made Captain, must be some secret magic in the fourth gold pip to staying young and beautiful forever,” Aaron had answered and she had resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his flattery, despite the smile that pulled at her lips. He had always been quite the charmer, which he seemed to have polished and improved with age, but he also wasn't one for entirely empty flattery. She had no doubt that, if he had remained in Starfleet, he would not only be a captain but he would probably be the most popular captain with the ladies... and some men.
"It's the class on witchcraft and soul stealing that they require you to take before giving you that fourth pip... not that you heard that from me," she shot back with a grin.
A moment later, Tyra tried not to chuckle as she realized that clearly Aaron had not lost his ability to affect unsuspecting woman in the general public when her newest midshipman apologized for staring at Aaron, hardly the first woman to be enraptured by his good looks and personality and probably not the last one either. In fact, with enough drinks in her system, she might confess to having had the tiniest of crushes on him when she was a very, very, very green midshipman but that thankfully had subsided before she could succumb to any of the stupidity that came with little schoolgirl crushes.
For a moment, she really considered whether she needed to evacuate the midshipman from the conversation before another broken heart could be added to her former boss' tally but fortunately, he seemed to catch himself before he reeled the young lady in too far. Unfortunately, the young woman seemed very susceptible to even the slightest of kind smiles from Aaron so there was the chance that an evacuation would still be needed because after all, she couldn't have such a young midshipman pining over the last man in the universe that would ever truly settle down.
"…the hands-on negotiations there are always smooth. That being said, the grain has a benzoic ester acid that acts like a numbing agent, so it isn’t often used for food. It was almost extinct when I brought it back from the brink, and decided to use it in a whiskey.”
Her eyebrow arched up with a playfully pointed look. "You can't behave, can you?" she teased, even as her attention turned fully to the case that Aaron had opened for their examination.
She nodded as he explained the process, her eyes narrowing slightly as he commented on the boring nature of the details of the process. Considering that whiskey and bourbon were her drinks of choice, she had spent quite a bit of time researching how they were made, the difference between the two types of alcohol and what separated different varieties. It interested her enough that she had visited numerous distilleries in Tennessee, Kentucky and even the handful that had popped up on Luna. The tiniest differences in processes, whether it was the type or duration of the filtration process or the different choices of barrels, interested her greatly. And what probably drew her to it the most was that despite modern advancements, there were portions of the process that had not changed in centuries.
“Anyway, I wanted to give you this as a gift Tyra. Along with a case of the stuff for the final frontier.”
Her smile probably couldn't have been wider when she accepted the case from Aaron, her fingers tracing the edges of it before looking back up at him. She wanted to give him another big hug, feeling pleased and honored by the gesture, but she also thought that might result in her dropping the precious cargo. Instead, she reached out and squeezed his arm affectionately. "Thank you so much -- I will make sure it gets well taken care of. Sometime, I'd love a tour of still, if you're willing. In fact, I'll trade you a tour for a tour," she said, not getting a chance to explain before another familiar face appeared.
"Tyra, it is great to see you as always." Gabriel Archer greeted before commenting on another member of the old Gettysburg crew that she was surprised hadn't made an appearance. Then again, maybe that was a good thing; one of her most vivid memories of her first mission was a very weird dynamic between the good doctor and Aaron that had resorted in a glass of water being dumped into his lap and then, a very uncomfortable clean-up process.
"Gabe, it's always a pleasure," she said with a warm smile, deciding to leave any comments on Larsen's absence to Aaron. Maybe he was still in contact with her; after all, she'd never quite figured that dynamic out.
She wasn't quite as successful at biting back her chuckle as Gabe introduced himself to Pureheart, who seemed either starstruck over the ranks surrounding her or tongue tied over good looks. In fact, it was no surprise when the girl beat a hasty retreat and Tyra couldn't honestly blame her.
"Well, I think she handled that better than I would have as a midshipman," she remarked, watching the young woman make a beeline for the bar. "I think I would have melted into the floor..."
She was just about to ask Gabe if the rumors she had heard regarding his new command were true when yet another person approached, though this one was not a familiar face. "Excuse me Captain Crawford. I'm Lieutenant Kelshin Alotharis. I was given orders to report to you as soon as I arrived here from my shore leave on Cait."
Before she could answer, the distinctive sound of a bell ringing twice was amplified throughout the room, a traditional signal that the main event was about to begin. Quickly, she shifted her blue eyes to Aaron and Gabe with a warm smile. "Well, I guess it's show time. We'll all have to catch up once the formal affairs over," she said with a smile before looking at the newly arrived Lieutenant. "Lieutenant, I will have more details for you regarding your next assignment after this ceremony is completed," she informed him with the slightest of nods.
With a warm smile, she bid farewell to her old friends and new officer before making her way towards her designated seat. She was about half way there when Cera intercepted her, her yeoman seeming determined to take custody of the case Tyra was carrying. As much as Tyra wanted to keep a hold of it personally, she handed it over without an argument, knowing there wasn't really an option to carry it around during whatever official role she would play in the upcoming ceremony. She didn't miss the triumphant little bounce in her yeoman's steps as she retreated towards her own seat, leaving Tyra to join Jenny near the front.
She settled into her chair only a few moments before Jenny joined her, shifting to adjust for comfort as the senior Braggins took the podium to begin the official affair. She nodded as Paul began to detail the Getty's history, thankfully leaving out the more recent portions that weren't exactly shining examples of her great legacy.
"However, despite her stellar service, nothing lasts forever; the Gettysburg has more than earned a quiet retirement. There was, naturally, some fears that the Gettysburg was going to be stripped of her useful components and simply left to gather dust; her reputation fading into memory as another ship is assigned the name. However, everyone can rest assured that will not be the case. Admiral Wueste and Captain Crawford, if you could both join me?"
Tyra had never particularly liked the spotlight, a fact that had made being married to an admiral difficult at times and certainly hadn't been helped by her own rise through the ranks, but for the sake of everyone involved, she resisted groaning as she was called to the stage along with Admiral Wueste. She supposed it was fitting that the first and last commanding officers of the Gettysburg be brought on stage but she certainly felt that Wueste was so legendary and well known that he really didn't need her assistance with whatever Braggins had planed.
Regardless, she smiled as she heard Braggins announce that the Gettysburg wouldn't be torn down for scrap metal but instead, would become a museum that would stand the test of time. It was a fitting end for a storied ship such as the Gettysburg and it made her a little less reluctant to climb onto the stage, a step that drug them all a little closer to the end of the Gettysburg's time as an active vessel. It certainly made it easier to keep a happier poker face in place as she came to a stop on stage, her blue eyes shifting to Paul expectantly. She swore she would shoot him if he just brought her on stage for the Hell of it without an actual purpose.
"Attention to Orders! Captain Tyra Crawford, Commanding Officer, USS Gettsyburg. You are hereby requested and required to relinquish command of your vessel to Admiral Daniel Wueste as of this date. Signed, Fleet Admiral T'Mana, Commander-in-Chief, Star Fleet."
There was the tiniest of eyebrow twitches at that development, not one that she had been prepared but one that, from a sentimental and historical standpoint, made sense. However, despite it making sense, it didn't stop a knot from forming in her throat, one very similar to how she had felt when she had reported the Avenger's destruction. The irony was not lost on her at all but she chose to push it as deep as she could when she turned to complete the orders given to her. After all, she had known she was saying good-bye to yet another home today so there was no sense getting emotional about it without a glass of whiskey in hand.
She offered Wueste a warm smile, albeit tinged with a hint of sadness, as she came to attention. "Sir, it has been an honor to carry on the great legacy that you started aboard the Gettysburg but it is time for her to return to her rightful owner. I cede the USS Gettysburg to your command effective immediately, sir," she said simply, her voice managing to remain steady and collected.