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#1 VAdm Paul Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.08 @ 12:57 (12:57 PM)

==Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards, Mars Orbit. Observation Gallery #1==

 

The Support Staff had done a wonderful job of dressing the Observation Gallery for the occasion of the Gettysburg's decommissioning; a platform had been erected by the currently-shuttered observation windows that looked down on the dock below, a lectern for the speeches that were to come later and a traditional ship's bell held pride of place on top of that platform, beside which stood a table with a cloth draped over it and two large boxes not unlike those used for medals but on a larger scale. From the ceiling above the platform hung two flags; one embroidered with the Gettysburg's original Romulan War-era assignment patch and the second embroidered with the patch that had been adopted by the crew following the displacement of the Avenger's personnel - that patch had been conceived jointly between Captain Crawford and the Gettysburg's then-Chief Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Braggins. The walls were festooned with pieces of art representing the Gettysburg; from paintings to holographs, each separated by a board stating a piece of the Gettysburg's history, or a piece of Gettysburg trivia.

 

Paul had been the first there, overseeing the final touches being placed upon the hall. As nominal head of the Fleet Modernisation Program, the second half of the ceremony was more his bailiwick than the first, but the Gettysburg deserved a Flag Officer overseeing its final farewell. He'd never served aboard her personally, but he'd fought side-by-side with the venerable Battlecruiser many times over the last twenty years, and he felt a twinge of regret that the Ticonderoga hadn't lived to see its decommissioning date. 

 

"Admiral, should we serve only synthehol until after the speeches?"

 

The Andorian Support Officer, a lithe Zhen with the rank pips of Lieutenant Commander, waited two steps behind him with a PADD, her antennae slowly moving and betraying her anxiety about getting everything perfect. Paul simply nodded and glanced at the large chronometer over the shuttered viewports; the ceremony wasn't due to start for another fifteen minutes, but people had been asked to arrive before then, and already he could hear people at the large doors handing their invitations to the Security Officers acting as ushers and bouncers. With a final glance around the room and a nod to the Zhen to keep up the good work, Paul ducked out of the back entrance to return to his Quarters and change into his Dress Uniform before things truly got underway.


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#2 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.08 @ 15:54 (03:54 PM)

It was the first official function to which Dan had been invited since the Beckett's launch.  That ceremony had been a delightful experience, even if the news stemming from the vessel's maiden voyage had proven far less auspicious than her launch.  In a sense, this seemed to be the role Command had ultimately determined as 'safest' for the Admiral.  They had him busy with behind the scenes work, trotted him out for special events, and otherwise kept him as far away from the media and public attention as possible.  

 

The situation had its benefits.  During the height of his career, Dan would never have had the time to visit someone like Jaden Hawk at their home for anything less than official business.  What had turned into a wonderful evening of reminiscing between two old friends would have been relegated to a brief sub-space chat, were Dan's schedule still such as it had been.

 

He was early, but that was somewhat to plan.  He'd gotten anxious waiting around, first on the shuttle ride over from Earth, and then getting ready in his temporary quarters here at Utopia Planitia.  Ultimately, he had decided his nervous energy would be better put to use in the observation gallery, as opposed pacing his quarters.  He'd also wanted to arrive before the Gettysburg's current senior staff, to allow at least a moment for him to collect his thoughts.

 

Dan cleared security just in time to see Paul Braggins stepping out through a back door.  It had appeared the Vice Admiral was still in his normal duty uniform, so Dan suspected the man was heading to his room to get changed.

 

The gallery was still mostly empty, so the Admiral took the opportunity to wander around and survey the set-up.

 

He noted the two flags above the platform.  It was, perhaps, an indication of how long the Getty had been in service that two Gettysburg emblems were represented by the flags, yet neither was the original patch.  The emblem on the right he recognized as the current vessel assignment patch.  The one on the left had been selected by either Captain Torgh or Grant.  Dan frankly couldn't remember for sure.  He suspected it was Grant, only because Torgh had never struck him as sentimental enough to care about a ship's patch.  Lost to time, it seemed, was the very original patch which had incorporated, at Dan's request, aspects of the old Valley Forge's patch, in honor and recognition of the heavy cruiser from which the bulk of Getty's original crew had transferred.

 

That had been so long ago.  He had been just a Commander when he'd been given his first Command.  He'd moved from the Forge to the Getty as a Captain.  Now he had been a full Admiral for so long that it was hard to remember being anything else.

 

Time seemed simpler when I was young...

 

For now, he walked around the stage and waited to see who else would be joining the ceremony.

 

 


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#3 Cdr Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.08 @ 23:52 (11:52 PM)

Jenny had intended to be what Terrans called 'fashionably late' to the decommissioning ceremony; intending to arrive once the majority of the guests had arrived, the party was in full swing, and the presence of a distinctly below-average-height Commander entering the room would attract significantly more attention. She'd painstakingly laid out her dress uniform, decided for the umpteenth time that the committee that had designed it were a bunch of sadists who would never have to wear the damn thing let alone clean it, adjusted her medal board properly and even taken the time to do her hair and makeup properly as Cera had instructed. Despite this, she was still one of the first people to enter the venue, aside from a few singletons or pairs milling around looking at the exhibits on the walls.

 

I could have come up from Earth this afternoon rather than this morning if I'd known this would happen!

 

With a sigh, Jenny passed the two Security Officers, themselves both former Gettysburg crew, with a respectful nod. Her white-on-off-white dress uniform trimmed out with crimson of Command, her promotion to Commander and her position as First Officer on the crew's new assignment already confirmed by Star Fleet Command. Catching her reflection in one of the polished surfaces, Jenny checked her appearance one last time before entering the main area; hair was still brushed and slightly wavy, discrete makeup hadn't yet smudged, dress uniform was still spotless and medals were...

 

Distinguished Service Globe, Diamond Star, Gold Star, Gold Star, Commendation Medal, Commendation Medal, Achievement Medal, Order of Tactics, Distinguished Flying Cross, Krynar Ribbon. All good and in order.

 

Straightening her uniform slightly and resisting the urge to fiddle with the convoluted shoulder strap that should have been left in the twenty-two-eighties, Jenny stepped into the hall and cast her violet eyes across the venue. Her father's people had done good work, though it was a shame the Gettysburg's original logo had not made an appearance; Jenny had come across it once in a battered hand-written journal during her studies for her doctoral thesis, and had she known what her father was planning and what he lacked, she might have been able to produce a mostly-accurate replica. 

 

There aren't many left who'd even remember that first assignment patch; those who aren't dead are long-retired or...standing over there...

 

Jenny stopped as she caught sight of Admiral Wueste wandering by the stage, looking like he was lost in thought. Briefly, Jenny considered leaving the man to his thoughts, but he'd been effectively sidelined by Star Fleet and today was as much his day as it was anyone else's, and how often was it that you got to meet a genuine old-school war hero? This was the man who had first commanded the Gettysburg after the destruction of the Valley Forge, and who had chased the stolen USS Pulsar down in a museum ship. His career had spanned decades, and though now it had plateaued and was probably soon going to reach its conclusion, this was her chance to actually meet a legend.

 

Well, here goes nothing...

 

Taking a deep breath, Jenny steeled herself for the possibility that the Admiral didn't want to be disturbed, and ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, approached the graying man.

 

"Excuse me, Admiral Wueste? I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time?"


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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 00:33 (12:33 AM)

== LCdr. Bob Truax (Retired) Temp NRC ==

 

It was with trepidation that Bob had opened the envelope that had arrived from Star Fleet Command. He had been retired for over a decade, surely they couldn't be using the little known; seldom used reserve activation clause and were drafting him back into active service. However what was contained within was much worse in his opinion. It was an invitation to the Decomssioning Ceremony for the USS Gettysburg. It was the end of an era felt Bob, as he had been keeping up with the exploits of the Getty on the Federation News Service and still had some friends left in the Fleet where he had access to some of the more restricted information that wasn't available to regular civilians. He certainly wasn't going to fit into his old dress uniform as middle age spread and retirement had certainly added a few pounds to his once slender frame. 

 

Several days later he arrived at the Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards in orbit around Mars with his wife Jaina who was also formerly of the Gettysburg having served in the medical department as a nurse. Bob had hopes he would run into some former crewmates at the ceremony. Bob had believed with some certainty that Dan Wueste would be in attendance. It would be nice to catch up with him.

 

It was a few minutes later following the signage throughout the corridors that they had arrived at the Observation Gallery #1 where there was a security checkpoint setup with personal checking invitations and admitting current and former Gettysburg crewmen and visiting dignitaries access to the gallery proper. Bob reached inside his tuxedo jacket which was festooned with his medals from his time in the Fleet for his invitation and presented it to a Security crewman that was there.

 

It really took their breath away looking at all the various pieces of the Getty's history that was strewn about the Observation Gallery, Bob and Jaina were drawn to one particular piece of art on the wall. It was one that had depicted the Borg Invasion of  Stardate 20305.01 and the destruction of Starbase 1. Momentarily being lost in pleasant thoughts of days gone, Bob jerked himself out of his reverie and noticed that more people had been admitted to gallery. Scanning the room he seen a Commander standing next to.....

 

by the matrix.... It can't be can it

 

who could only be one Admiral Daniel Wueste. Not wanting to disturb them at this moment in time Bob and Jaina continued to walk around the Gallery looking and taking in the history of the greatest ship in the Fleet outside of the historic Enterprise.


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#5 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 01:18 (01:18 AM)

"I think dress whites twice in three days is a little much..." Tyra grumbled, pulling on the collar of her uniform out of discomfort.
 
The comment earned a chuckle and a warm shoulder squeeze, her father never being a man of too many words. In fact, between this event and the twins' graduation from the Academy earlier that week, she wasn't certain she had ever seen him so proud of his children or so vocal about it. It also helped that he didn't seem overly bothered by his own dress whites but then again, his current position within HQ probably meant he spent far more time in it than she would ever deem acceptable.
 
"Well, if you kids would be a little less successful, this wouldn't be an issue but don't worry. I assume my next reason for wearing whites will be someone's tribunal for one stupid decision or another," he commented, surprising her with a joke that initially caused an eyebrow raise and then, an actual chuckle from Tyra.
 
She hadn't been sure how to act when her father, the ever stoic and often aloof figurehead of the family, had offered to accompany her in Thomas' steed.  She had wanted Thomas there for support as she knew that decommissioning the Gettysburg was going to be an emotional and difficult experience but he had been reluctant to venture back into his former domain so soon after retiring, probably for fear of being lured back. As such, she hadn't argued when he'd insisted on spending more time with their little one and had chuckled when he suggested it was also an opportunity to review the property proposals they had received after deciding to pursue more a permanent residence on Earth. In her mind, the sooner they could hash out their living arrangements when not on Pioneer, the sooner her husband would feel more comfortable with his current pursuits and their current situation.
 
However, as Jeremy Crawford reached out to adjust one of her medals with a tenderness that she didn't recall seeing in her youth, she had to admit that her father did seem to be softening with age, at least in his personal life. Or maybe, she had grown up to a point where she could appreciate him instead of wanting to battle him on everything. Lately, she had found him to be a great source of advice and wisdom, even offering half way decent support when she'd voiced her sadness over the Gettysburg's fate. And watching him with one of his grandchildren made her wonder if he would have been an equally attentive father had it not been for his duties to Starfleet. It would probably hurt him greatly to tell him but he had been a "how not to" guide for her as a parent, a reminder to not let her duties overshadow her need to be an involved and present parent regardless of how difficult that was a captain. However, maybe that was a little unfair -- she certainly hadn't been a model daughter by any stretch of the imagination.
 
The lift came to a stop before she could utter anything uncomfortably sentimental, her father motioning for her to proceed him into the security checkpoint. Her lips pulled into a wide grin as she recognized one of the two security guards as one of her former battle mates and he chuckled at the sight of her, offering a jab at her promotion out of security as they shook hands. She'd ordered him to come find her for a drink after his stint at the line was done.
 
As they stepped into the main room, she felt a tug at her elbow. "I see an old friend. Come find me if you need me," the older Crawford said, squeezing her elbow reassuringly before disappearing towards an older gentleman near one of the exhibits. 
 
She had no doubt that he was giving her the distance purposefully -- her father was nothing if not a purposeful tactician -- but she appreciated it, both the offer to come and the independence to be her own person separate from his reputation. She had always appreciated her father's view that his children were to make their own ways in the world but especially in the Fleet, even if it was hard to not be known as Jeremy's kid in those early days. Now, she could laugh when he was referred to as her dad.
 
With her plus-one seemingly engaged in the sharing of war stories with an old friend, she moved further into the observation deck. The support staff had done a wonderful job with the room and she'd have to compliment Paul on their excellent work whenever she saw him next. Interestingly enough, he seemed to be absent from the room, though he could see his daughter had already arrived and was tentatively approaching one of the higher ranking attendees, Admiral Wueste. Thomas had mentioned that he thought his friend would be present, a fact she thought would encourage him to go, but she herself hadn't given it a lot of thought. However, it was a little humbling that such a legend had also captained the same ship she had called home on two different occasions and she made a point that she would need to stop and say 'hi' before the night was over.
 
In the meantime though, she made her way towards the nearest exhibit, hoping she could avoid the portions that involved her own time on the Gettysburg. That was probably more than her emotions could handle.

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#6 Mid Neelia Pureheart

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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 01:52 (01:52 AM)

Neelia had little time to celebrate her graduation from the academy when she was given orders to meet her CO, but not given any ship assignment itself. It was weird to her for a moment before she had decided that maybe they were on shore leave, but then again, that wouldn’t make them not tell her where she was going. It wasn’t something she was prepared for, but it was something that she figured she shouldn’t be worried about. At least not for the moment.

 

It took her little while to find the room, as she wasn’t very knowledgeable about the place. It took her way longer then she wanted to find the place and even then, she wasn’t sure she was even in the right place. She had to stop and ask for directions more than a few times.

 

Standing in front of the door to the room, Neelia fixed her uniform. She hadn’t been sure what she was supposed to wear so she opted for her normal uniform because one can never go wrong with looking professional. She brushed her silky black hair behind her green ears to set it back into place and give her face a little more room to express itself.

 

Upon entering, her light sapphire eyes got wide. The room was very well put together and she could see a ship through the large windows, but she wasn’t aware of which one it was. She wondered for a moment if this was some kind of post-mission party. That would be a good reason to have her meet the Captain here. It would also allow her to meet the rest of the crew before they got going.

 

Let’s see if I can find her.

 

Neelia’s eyes scanned the room slowly as she looked for her target. It was a fairly large room with a few people already there, most of them she didn’t recognize, although she probably should have. It took her a moment or so to locate Captain Crawford, who looked as if she was looking at one of the exhibits.

 

Now’s better than later I guess!

 

She took a deep breathe and make her way slowly over to Tyra, hoping to be in her view so that she didn’t end up scaring her by suddenly appearing. She did often scare her mom by ‘sneaking up on her’ as she would put it but she never really tried to.

 

“Excuse me… Captain Crawford?” She spoke as she approached the woman, “I’m Midshipman Neelia Pureheart, I was told to meet you here?”

 

She kept a sweet smile on her face, she was so happy that she was finally out of school and ready to go. Somehow though, in the back of her mind, she wondered if the smile was fake because she knew how nervous she was at this point. It was the true beginning of the rest of her life.

 

==Tag Tyra – Hiya :D==

 


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#7 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 06:38 (06:38 AM)

His eyes surveyed the exhibits, as he slowly walked around the room.  Paul had done a good job.  The personal touches were well thought out and showed an attention to detail which surpassed what Dan could have expected, especially given the fact that the Vice Admiral had never served aboard the Gettysburg.

 

Getty had been one of three Fearless Class Heavy Cruisers converted into the initial run of Avenger Class Battle Cruisers.  Of Gettysburg's two sister ships, Avenger had been lost early, and he'd gone on to have the privilege to command Dauntless.  The Battle Cruiser line had added a number of unique features over her Heavy Cruiser counterparts.  They'd put the sensor cloak system to work almost immediately on their first mission.

 

It was interesting to see some of the events commemorated around the room.  Some had been classified at the time of their occurrence.  Clearly the intervening years had lessened the sensitivity of certain pieces of information.

 

The approach of Gettysburg's current First Officer snapped him back to attention.  The Admiral was instantly glad he'd taken the time to review the senior staff manifest during his trip over.

 

There was something about Paul Braggins having a fully grown daughter, a Commander no less, that still took him by surprise.

 

I suppose no more so than Hawk having a grown son...

 

Dan would never claim to know Paul Braggins well.  Their careers had taken many different twists and turns.  Actually seeing Jennifer Braggins though, served to highlight just how different their lives had been.

 

It was a reminder of choices Dan had made, life milestones he'd ended up avoiding altogether.

 

As he quickly scanned the growing crowd, he spotted Bob Truax.  He hadn't seen Truax in longer than he could remember, but he did remember Bob as an able science officer during their time on the Gettysburg.

 

I'll have to catch up with him later.

 

His attention now fully on Braggins, he smiled.

 

"Of course, Commander, it would be my pleasure," He said in response, extending a hand as he did.


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#8 Cdr Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 12:57 (12:57 PM)

The Admiral had turned and smiled, prompting Jenny into immediate fight or flight mode. Social situations were not her forte, and fearlessly approaching the Admiral was now seeming like an exercise in insanity; why had she done this so brazenly and without backup from one of the Gettysburg's other officers? It was too late to turn back now, though, not without being obvious and possibly offending one of Star Fleet's most senior officers.

 

"Of course, Commander, it would be my pleasure."

 

Jenny smiled shyly and gently shook Wueste's hand, his grip was firm but gentle. She had questions, oh so many questions, but which one first? What kinds of questions was it appropriate to ask at an event like this? Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny spotted Tyra being approached by a green-skinned woman in a duty uniform, and wished she'd had the redhead as her wingwoman right about now.

 

Oh God, why did I do this on my own? 

 

Clearing her throat anxiously, Jenny released the Admiral's hand. Why was she nervous? She'd had just as distinguished a career as he had, her rise through the ranks was of an equal rate to his under more-or-less similar circumstances, so why was this an issue? 

 

"I was just wondering, sir...well I've actually got a lot of questions... A ship with such a long and distinguished history like the Gettysburg's... What was she like at the beginning? I mean, I only got to know her when she was already nearly twenty years old and starting to creak at the joints. You had her right out of the shipyards, didn't you?"


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Posted Star Date 21902.10 @ 02:29 (02:29 AM)

If there was anything that could make Benjamin nostalgic for a full tuxedo like he'd had to wear at his wedding, it was his dress whites. The computer, the replicator, the quartermaster, and even his own measurements had assured him that the uniform was the appropriate size, exactly the same as his regular duty uniform. But as he ran his finger around the color for the seventeenth time since arriving at Utopia Planitia - yes, he kept count - he had to wonder whether they were all faulty in the same way, or if they made dress whites out of a special material designed to shrink upon contact with the skin.

 

The hall was magnificently laid out. There were numerous depictions of the Gettysburg done by different artists, memorials to those lost in the wars that she had been part of these past years. Banners hung on the walls, depicting her mission patches both old and new. And all about the floor people milled, reminiscing about the old girl and catching up on lost time. It's like a cross between a gallery opening and a wake, he thought as he stepped further into the room.

 

He saw a buffet line along one wall, and the support staff milling through bearing drinks. He snagged one, thanking the waiter as he brought it up to his lips. He was disappointed but not surprised to find it to be synthehol. He drank it anyway, a little gratefully.

 

Benjamin knew he needed to be here, but he still wasn't entirely comfortable. Functions like this were held by the high brass, usually for the high brass. They were intended as celebrations of the larger picture, and junior officers like him simply didn't live in that world. For him, it was simply a question of where he was replacing burned out EPS relays, not one of grander designs of fleet building. As such, the lack of concrete orders following this ceremony had him worried. Surely they've got us a new assignment by now, he thought. Even if the crew was being broken up, they should have a slot somewhere by now.

 

One thing he was glad of was the fact that this would give him a chance to see some of the few friends he had made once more, if nothing else. Having run off so quickly when he got word of his sister, he hadn't had time to speak to anyone, having just left a note for his roommate and instructions for the support staff on where to have his belongings stored. At least I took a moment to break down the still, he thought. That could have provoked a few awkward questions once the old girl was being broken apart here in base.

 

He scanned the crowd some more as he sipped his drink. He nearly spat it out as he saw Vice Admiral Braggins speaking to another admiral across the hall. He still remembered seeing him and his men leading away a possible traitor as he had arrived on the Intrepid months ago, before he had been transferred to the Gettysburg. He had been terrifying then, especially to a green midshipman like him. To see him in a more social setting was a bit of a contradiction to Benjamin's mind, and he started to move quickly away before stopping himself a short stride or two later. Be calm, you moron! he chided himself. He's an admiral in Starfleet, and you've done nothing wro-- well, nothing that he'd care about, and you're a nobody he wouldn't remember anyway.

 

He took a deep breath, and then a deep drink, and sighed. He deposited the empty glass on a passing tray and stopped himself from getting another. It may be just synthehol, but it still wouldn't do to have too much before the ceremony even started. He tugged at his color for the eighteenth time and continued looking around the floor. Maybe Nathan will get here soon, he thought, or someone else I know.


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#10 Mid Nathan Ramius

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Posted Star Date 21902.10 @ 06:46 (06:46 AM)

== Temporary NRC – LCdr A. Dayune (Ret.) ==

 

There were reasons why he left Star Fleet. The uniforms were one reason. Unreasonably tight, in all the wrong places, and especially so in the crotch as he recalled. It was stifling for certain, elements. Yet, that wasn’t the problem tonight. The problem was that he had lost too much weight for it to fit right, and he hadn’t had the time to visit a tailor.

 

Even then, what was a tailor to do? Probably take it in at the in-seam, and then we are back to problem one! Oh well. I should be eating more, but with the Distillery, and the paperwork, and the managing, and the hands-on…

 

The list continued in his head as he reached the Security Officers: one checked his invite, while the other suspiciously looked at the hard-case he had in his hand.

 

“Sir? What is in the case?”

 

“You mean, what is in the box?” he whispered back with a wry grin.

 

“Yes, the box sir.”

 

Oooo, testy, and with no sense of humor.

 

Dayune lifted it up and opened it. Inside was a uniquely shaped bottle, within which was a reddish-caramel color liquid, along with four disks that were collapsible shot glasses. The label appeared with a sigil-like representation of a fiery bird rising, and the description read: Phoenix Whiskey. Made with Premium Rubicun III grains. Aged 10 Years in Oak Casks. Barrel Proof. 65% ABV. It was his first ever, fully aged, cask strength, whiskey.

 

“Is this synthahol?” the one officer showed the case to the other, which Dayune quickly interrupted.

 

“Whoa, whoa, careful now. The bottle just about slipped out of the case! Think of how upset Admiral Braggins would be,” he closed the case and pressed down on the tabs, the two officers seemed anxious at the invocation of the Admiral.

 

“Anyway, it is for christening the new ship,” one looked with a bit more suspicion than the other.

 

Christening the insides of my short list of people to visit with…

 

“Isn’t there already a bottle ready for that?” the suspicious one said.

 

“Yes, and this is the backup,” he patted the case, gently.

 

“Just don’t open it until after the speeches.”

 

They are getting better and better at this.

 

Stepping into the room with a nod to the Security screeners, the first item that caught his eye was the pre-Avenger-transfer flag of the Gettysburg, sending a pang piercing through him. It was hard not to feel emotional, considering the best years of his service were spent aboard the ship. She had done her duty and more, but the time had come to let her rest, which was more than well deserved. Dayune often kept himself abreast, as much as he could, of her exploits from various sources. Though through the years, he had been getting busier and busier as the fruits of his own business grew.

 

After making his way through the initial crowd around the door, he looked around the room for one person in particular. Well, there were a few particular people, but any one of them would suffice. Of course, the stand out amongst the bunch was the auburn locks of a Captain he had known quite well. It made him smile, and he strolled towards her.

 

As he did, a beautiful Orion stepped forward and introduced herself to the Captain. She couldn’t have been more than about five foot five, but had gorgeously midnight black hair. More than that, she was a Midshipman. That, brought a mild sentiment forward from the long past to the forefront of his mind. Had she been in Security orange, it would have been even more serendipitous too.

 

With a giant-sized beaming smile, Dayune approached the pair, moving his case to his left hand.

 

“Well, looks like they are still recruiting the best and the brightest to Star Fleet. You look…” he stopped himself for a moment, “like a smart recruit. Oh pardon my interruption, and my manners," he looked into Pureheart's eyes.

 

"Lieutenant Commander Aaron Dayune, retired. So no saluting or sirs, please,” he offered his hand to Neelia and awaited a moment for her response.

 

“And you,” he turned to Captain Crawford, “you were a middie far too long-ago, Tyra, to have the same youthful exuberance. At least you look the same,” a wink accompanied his change of body language. He opened his stance, ready to shake a hand, but hoping for a small hug.

 

== Hope you don't mind me crashing you two! Tag Tyra and Neelia! Pic of Dayune is linked at top ==


Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21902.10 @ 06:48 (06:48 AM).

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#11 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 21902.10 @ 18:51 (06:51 PM)

Tyra had found herself in front of one of the many displays. This one explained the history behind the Gettysburg's name, for those not well versed in Earth history, and then, offered a brief overview of other vessels to also hold the storied name through out the annals of history. The next display seemed to be the next obvious progression, describing the Gettysburg's design and creation prior to being placed into service. She assumed that the display following that would describe her first mission or first series of missions, all set well before Tyra's entrance onto duty.
 
As she was examining the large picture of the Gettysburg battlefield, she caught movement behind her in the reflection of the display. Ever so slightly, she turned her head enough to identify the movement in her peripheral, a young midshipman in medical teal approaching with a purpose that seemed to indicate that Tyra was her target. She took a careful sip of her drink as she turned to face the young woman, her bright blue eyes quickly giving the young midshipman a once over. The young woman was probably five or six inches shorter than Tyra with a frame that was curvy but also very slight. Her most notable characteristic, though, was the rich green hue of her skin, which contrasted sharply against the sapphire blue of her eyes. Of course, that meant she was Orion or at least, partially Orion, which was not a common thing within the Fleet.
 
“Excuse me… Captain Crawford?” The young woman asked before Tyra could beat her to the punch.  “I’m Midshipman Neelia Pureheart, I was told to meet you here?”
 
Internally, there was a little 'ah-ha' as she recalled being warned that there were likely going to be midshipman from the recent Academy graduation reporting in to her during this event so that they would be present to receive their new assignment with the rest of the crew. In fact, now that she thought of it, she vaguely remembered Bryan pointing out what he thought had been an Orion cadet at the recent graduation, an event she had attended due to her sisters being in that graduating class. Briefly, she considered asking the young woman if she knew either of the twins but given that they were in different disciplines, she doubted that was likely.
 
"Yes, you were. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is the decommissioning ceremony for the USS Gettysburg, my previous command," she nodded her head towards the observation windows, where the ship herself could be seen. And then, nodded towards the displays. "They've done a very good job of doing the ol' girl justice so if you'd like a history lesson, I'd wander about some," she said with a slightly sad smile.
 
"At the end of the ceremony, I will be able to provide you with more information regarding your next assignment. You, like other midshipman also reporting in during this ceremony, will be accompanying me to my next command. The same can be said for a number of officers in this room but unfortunately, not all.  But all the same, this is a perfect opportunity for you to meet new crewmates ahead of our next assignment," she said.
 
After a moment, she broke eye contact from the young midshipman, her blue eyes searching for one of her younger junior officers who might be able to show Pureheart around the room and introduce her other junior officers among the crew. However, instead of finding her yeoman or Shadow or Wickley, her blue eyes landed on a figure that she had hoped to encounter at such an event but had refused to get her hopes too high on.  After all, Aaron Dayune had not exactly made himself easy to find upon retiring from Starfleet, a move that she certainly understood but had also sighed at. 
 
As her former boss approached, she arched her eyebrow up in amused surprise, even as her lips curved into a wide and warm smile. She certain it was probably a little odd to her brand new recruit but she hoped that the young midshipman would make the same connections in her early years so that the reunions were just as fondly awaited.
 
“Well, looks like they are still recruiting the best and the brightest to Star Fleet. You look…” he paused, “like a smart recruit. Oh pardon my interruption, and my manners," he looked into Pureheart's eyes before introducing himself.  "Lieutenant Commander Aaron Dayune, retired. So no saluting or sirs, please.”
 
 “And you,” he turned his attention to Tyra after greeting the midshipman, “you were a middie far too long-ago, Tyra, to have the same youthful exuberance. At least you look the same,” he winked and she couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head.
 
"I see you haven't changed at all either, boss. Same ol' smooth talker," she said as she stepped forward to offer an affectionate hug. 
 
As she pulled back a few moments later, she leaned back to really give him a good once over with a warm smile. "And looks like you can still make the uniform work for you... no chasing any of my middies though," she said with a wink of her own. "How have you been, Aaron? It's been a long time..."
 
And then, she looked at Pureheart with a smile. "I'm sorry. Lieutenant Commander Dayune was my first department head when I was a very, very green midshipman. God, that was years ago... we are getting old, aren't we?" she said the last with a laugh.
 
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Posted Star Date 21902.10 @ 21:47 (09:47 PM)

Neelia stood strangely still as the captain spoke. She was very much used to speaking to those of high rank, due to her time on board the starship with her parents, but ever since she joined the academy it had felt different somehow. She wondered if it as because she wasn’t hiding behind the shadow of her parents now. It was all her.
 
“…This is the decommissioning ceremony for the USS Gettysburg, my previous command…"
 
This would make the party makes sense now! And with all the high-ranking admirals hanging about!
 
“At the end of the ceremony, I will be able to provide you with more information regarding your next assignment. You, like other midshipman also reporting in during this ceremony, will be accompanying me to my next command. The same can be said for a number of officers in this room but unfortunately, not all.  But all the same, this is a perfect opportunity for you to meet new crewmates ahead of our next assignment," Tyra said.
 
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, I’d love to get to meet everyone before we’re thrust into a mission!” She smiled brightly.
 
Neelia also felt that it was a good opportunity, and also because they would be somewhat relaxed, especially after a few drinks. Something in switch she did not part take.
 
Before she could continue the conversation, a man approached them, “"Well, looks like they are still recruiting the best and the brightest to Star Fleet. You look…” he stopped himself for a moment, “like a smart recruit. Oh pardon my interruption, and my manners," he looked into her eyes, "Lieutenant Commander Aaron Dayune, retired. So no saluting or sirs, please,” he offered his hand to Neelia and awaited a moment for her response.
 
“Greetings Aaron.” Neelia smiled and took his hand, “Good to meet you!”
 
She had hopped that she wasn’t overstepping it by calling him by his name, he had told her not to, didn’t he?
 
And then, the Captain looked at her, "I'm sorry. Lieutenant Commander Dayune was my first department head when I was a very, very green midshipman. God, that was years ago... we are getting old, aren't we?" The captain laughed.
 
She looked from the Captain to the Commander and her head tilted to the side abit, she wasn’t used to see a man with a beard as all the cadets were usually clean shaven. Or rather, she wasn’t social able enough during her time at the academy to see them. It made the man look very distinguished and she very much liked how it looked. It made her think about her own self for a moment and how she never really let herself think about such things. Intimacy wasn’t something she allowed herself to think about, or even park take in due to her unusual problem. There was also the fact that she wasn’t sure if anyone was willing to deal with it.
 
Would being with someone constitute voluntary usage? Hmmmm… If that ever comes up, I should speak to the Captain, but for now…. She paused her thoughts for a moment …Neelia your staring!!!
 
She cleared her throat and diverted her eyes, “My apologizes…” She whispered softly, unsure if either party could hear her.
 
She kept her eyes to the side, trying to fixate on a display while still giving the impression that she was listening. She felt extremely embarrassed by her involuntary staring. Something had that actually never done before.
 
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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 02:34 (02:34 AM)

Thankfully, Nathan had the time to get his Class A uniform tailored before coming to the decommissioning ceremony. Eliana’s wedding had brought the need for a better fit to the forefront of his thoughts, and just in time for the more grand occasion. It didn’t help, however, to get him through Security any better. If fact, it somehow seemed to draw more attention from the Officers manning the doors.

 

Either that, or someone is pulling a little joke on me… Nathan thought, as he was the only person in the whole line, that he had seen so far, subjected to a full pat down.

 

“Is this really necessary?” his query still respectful, despite being just a tad irate.

 

“Yes, yes it is.”

 

After that was done, and his invitation checked thoroughly, he was eventually allowed entrance to the gathering. Once inside, he didn’t feel any better about the situation as a whole: there were a lot of bigwigs about, and so much Command red that it chilled his veins. Ramius swimming in a sea of respect demanding authority figures meant that he needed to be on his best behavior in order to survive.

 

I’d like to at least see the outer hull of whatever ship we are transferring to before I see its Brig…

 

Looking around desperately for someone he knew, he grabbed one of the beverages and took a good swig. Even if it was just synthahol, he could at least pretend its effects calming him, and steeling him for what would undoubtably be an arduous evening.

 

Stepping around flashy white uniforms, many of which tugged heavily on each wearer’s chest with the dozens of medals adorning them. It made his eyebrows nearly touch on several occasions, struggling to remember what each of the many different medals meant. Some reached far back into Star Fleet’s history, while others like himself, had no honorifics relating to past wars and the like. His Ministry of Justice Citation of Valor was possibly the most prominent that he could feature, though it seemed to pale amongst the various Campaign medals and other Commendations found within the crowd.

 

Finally, he spotted Elias.

 

Praise be to whatever Powers that preside over Ceremonies, a friendly face…

 

Politely pushing past a few throngs, he punched through and moved up to the Engineering Officer.

 

“I don’t suppose I’m the only one who feels out of place here, am I?” he greeted his friend with an open hand.

 

“I’m more worried about scuffing an Admiral’s boots than what our next assignment will be…”

 

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 04:22 (04:22 AM)

The Admiral was momentarily mystified when Commander Braggins demeanor shifted.  Whereas she had at first come across as collected and confident, Jennifer now seemed nervous and shy.  

 

For whatever reason, he had assumed the daughter of a fellow member of the Admiralty would have spent so much time around top brass that she would have been accustomed to dealing with officers of any rank.  He quickly realized what a foolish assumption that had been.  Paul was her father.  It wouldn't have mattered to her if Paul was an Ensign, a Fleet Admiral, or even the CINC, he would always be her father.  Family had its own dynamics to navigate, none of which had any cause to influence dealing with complete strangers.

 

Dan was relieved however that she seemed genuinely pleased by the opportunity to meet and speak with him.  That much was a welcome sign.  His early career had been so distinguished and everything after that had felt like a rollercoaster.  He'd swung wildly back and forth between being considered problematically unpredictable to reliable and respected.  Several years ago, when he'd been released from Star Fleet Medical, he'd wondered if forgiveness, from the officers the neural parasites had caused him to betray, was even possible.  In a way, the last year had marked his transition to something more resembling the status of honored elder statesman.  He wasn't entirely sure what to do with that possibility. 

 

It was a welcome relief then that she did have questions.  He had no problem with small talk.  He had come to accept that he was possibly even good at it.  All the same, Dan was sure a real dialogue would prove a good cure for Braggins' nerves.

 

As she asked about the early days of the Getty, his thoughts briefly shifted to the ship's original First Officer, Commander Christopher McCullough.  Chris hadn't survived their first mission.  His death still impacted his relationship with Emily Scott.  She had long since come to terms with McCullough's loss, but she had never fully forgiven Dan for his role in it.  

 

McCullough... haven't thought about him in years.  Of course he would never have been put back in as my FO if Command hadn't taken Otlan away. I wonder if Tam is still out there. Another good friend lost to time...

 

So much had happened since then, so much time had passed, yet, here, in this moment, that past felt very present. 

 

"She's a special ship, Commander.  No question about that.  I have no doubt you felt that during your time aboard her.  Of course, a lot has changed.  When I took command of her, she was straight out of the shipyard.  A lot of her facilities were configured differently, she even had a different bridge module back then.  I'm sure looking back in the history books, the Avenger Class seems a little silly.  On paper the difference between the Fearless Class Heavy Cruisers and the Avenger Battle Cruisers probably doesn't seem like much.  After all, Star Fleet only ever got around to converting three ships into Battle Cruisers.  Trust me though, it made a huge difference at the time.  The enemy was different.  My first command was a Heavy Cruiser and believe me when I tell you that Valley Forge was a fine ship, but she was almost destroyed by a surprise Romulan attack, right before the official start of the Second Romulan War.  With Gettysburg, we destroyed two warbirds in her first major engagement.  That was only the start.  I'm sure you've heard of Getty's role in ending the Borg Invasion of 2402.  The Armageddon Directive sent us on a time travel mission to try and wipe out the Borg threat.  I'm not sure she'd be able to survive any of that these days, but back then she was just about the most advanced ship in the fleet."

 

He paused, laughed.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm rambling.  An event like this brings back a lot."


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#15 Mid Nathan Ramius

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 11:54 (11:54 AM)

== Temp NRC – LCdr Aaron Dayune (Ret.) ==

 

“Greetings Aaron. Good to meet you!” her sensuous voice and quick informal greeting only served to egg on the retired officer’s flirtatious nature; a devilish grin appeared.

 

Gently, he shook her hand, “the pleasure is mine…” and decided not to tarry to long on her features, lest he get pulled into her orbit.

 

That meant he needed to turn his attention to the Captain then, and so greeted her – returning the affection three-fold as they hugged, while mentally brushing off the comment on his nature. Though a slight bit of pride rose up in learning he hadn’t totally lost his touch.

 

When they parted, he enjoyed her bright face, his eyes seeking out the flecks in her iris’ that he recalled so well in the many memories that came flooding back. If ever there was an officer to remember, it was Tyra Crawford. Strong, with a razor-sharp wit and tongue to match that could eviscerate her opponents with humor – should they give her a chance. But also, a hard worker that never settled for anything less than giving it her all. A slight blush crept up to the very bottom of his neck as Tyra took in his form, as he knew he looked less like the same man she might have remembered – whereas she had hardly changed.

 

"And looks like you can still make the uniform work for you...”

 

Maybe one of the lessons that I could take credit for: flattery will get you everywhere…

 

“…no chasing any of my middies though.”

 

That had caused Nathan’s impish grin to return.

 

“I suppose it can’t be helped if they chase me,” he said, jokingly. It certainly wouldn’t be above him, as he was now retired and had exactly zero shame. However, his respect for Tyra was a well that ran far too deep to risk collapsing.

 

"How have you been, Aaron? It's been a long time..." she promptly turned to the newly minted Medical Officer, “I'm sorry. Lieutenant Commander Dayune was my first department head when I was a very, very green midshipman. God, that was years ago... we are getting old, aren't we?"

 

At that, he had to laugh with her.

 

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,” there was earnestness in the honeyed words as he glanced ever-so-slightly down and away.

 

That is when he caught the Midshipman staring at him. For a solid moment, he stared deeply into her sapphire eyes and drunk up her features, a playful right eyebrow raised.

 

You, are trouble… he thought.

 

That is when she diverted her eyes… [apologies…], he read, there on her lips, as her voice was just a little too quiet below the din of the room. Excited Admirals, laughing, old friends chumming it up.

 

“You are too kind, Midshipman, to have to apologize to me. I am flattered, sincerely. Have you ever thought of a career in Security? You’d no doubt make a hell of a negotiator,” his comments came with a pull of his right lips into a sideways smile that spelled out a willingness to gently trifle. Though he remembered himself, and with that he turned his attention back to Tyra.

 

“I’m well enough. I’ve been busy negotiating a few things here and there. Sadly, I’ve also had to be… more hands on for some, things, than I generally would like in my retirement,” the blissfulness tarnished at that admission, though he didn’t linger on it.

 

“But, I did find a new product for my Distillery to work on. There is a sort of proto-corn grown on Rubicun III, where the Edo thrive…” the dangerous delight returned to his eyes,

 

“…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.”

 

He turned the case the proper way up, and opened it for both Neelia and Tyra to see.

 

“After being treated in an alkaline bath, the grain gets all mashed up. Very boring stuff, but the result is amazing. See, the taste is unaltered by the substance that acts like a momentary numbing agent. All the taste, but none of the burn… velvety in texture, and you can let it linger. Until it hits your stomach. Then enzymes rapidly break down the numbing agent, and you feel the heat rise up. This is from my first full run batch after many, many testing batches,” a short chuckle confirmed that he had tested many of those batches himself.

 

“Anyway, I wanted to give you this as a gift Tyra. Along with a case of the stuff for the final frontier.”

 

Aaron handed the case over to the Captain, before giving a quick wink to the Medical Midshipman.

 

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#16 VAdm Paul Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 14:47 (02:47 PM)

Freshly showered and changed into his dress uniform, medal ribbons finally correctly organised on his right breast: one Distinguished Service Glove, Five Diamond Stars and Gold Stars, Two Commendation Medals, the Purple Heart, Hayes Service Medal and Romulan War and Krynar War campaign ribbons. It had been a long fifteen years since his graduation from Star Fleet Academy, and his rise might not have been as meteoric as some of his graduating class, but he'd outlived most of those who had out-promoted him. The black banding on his dress whites was distinctive and stood out far more than either of the other uniform colours he was eligible to wear, and would also go some way to distinguish him from other members of the brass who were treating this event less like the solemn ceremony it was meant to be, and more a political springboard into further flag rank or civilian office. It was no wonder the Federation remained overly-bureaucratic and Star Fleet was a hamstrung and neutered force when most members of the admiralty either carried the stigma of the parasite infestation with them, or were career desk jockeys who had never set foot beyond the core worlds yet made decisions and gave advice based on their 'years of experience'.

 

If T'Mana ever retires, hopefully her last order is to make a border command a prerequisite for Flag Rank...

 

"A-Admiral, y-you forgot your speech!"

 

Paul rolled his eyes and made a point of adjusting the patch over the occular implant in his ruined right eye while the aide he'd finally been unable to avoid hurried after him. Zissyn was an effective aide, but the young Andorian Shen was so green she may as well have been Orion, and disliked being away from her bondgroup in San Fransisco while the Zhen of their group carried their first child. The redhead whose dress uniform was trimmed Aviation blue next to him chuckled as she relieved the nervous Junior Lieutenant of the PADD she carried and waved her away, excusing her to return to her family. For Myra Foxx to accept position as Paul's Chief of Staff had been a surprise, but it kept her near Earth and Jasal, and it was no secret that the two had decided to start a family following Bajor's return and the Bajoran pilot's elevation to Dean of Evaluations at the Academy. 

 

"I thought you were going to make it up as you went, like normal?"

 

Taking the PADD from Myra, Paul nodded, showing her the empty document with a smirk.

 

"I am, but I can't tell her that; she'd implode, and you know one of her husbands studied speechwriting at University."

 

Myra snorted and took the PADD back as they approached the main doors, slipping past the line of people with invitations and entering the main hall. It was getting busy, but there were still several minutes until the ceremony officially began, and judging by the line by the doors, it was going to be fuller than anyone had originally anticipated. Fortunately the room was more than adequate for the needs of the event. Scanning the room, Paul noted the presence of his daughter and Tyra Crawford; the Gettysburg's last command team. Dan Wueste, whose attendance in any official capacity had been in some doubt following his 'fall from grace', but who everyone knew would be there. The Gettysburg had been his ship fresh from the shipyards, and had been the platform on which his reputation had begun to grow.

 

"Does the Admiral know what's coming later?"

 

Somehow, Myra had appropriated two glasses of champagne from somewhere, and she handed one to Paul. 

 

"Not a clue."

 

"The crimson suits Jenny, don't you think?"

 

Paul nodded; for his daughter to accept the First Officer position on a permanent basis was a huge step for her, and both a boon and a detriment to her self-confidence. She'd expressed as much three days previously when she received her PhD at Star Fleet Academy, making her the most well-educated member of the family and, judging by the way her relationship with young Bryan Crawford was developing, she would soon be contributing to that clan's reputation as well. Seeing her like this often felt like a punch in the gut; clone or not, genetically engineered or not, she was still his daughter, and he hated the idea of her being in harm's way.

 

"She'll be fine; Captain Crawford is an excellent Captain, and Pioneer Outpost isn't exactly flying solo recon against Hirogen outposts!"

 

Paul snorted and nodded again. She'd survived Romulans, Klingons, the Krynar; whatever awaited her beyond Cardassian space, she would be fine."

 

"Go enjoy yourself, Myra. And if you want to duck out early and get an early start on your romantic weekend with Jasal..."

 

"You always were a compassionate and considerate leader!"

 

Departing with the barely-controlled restraint usually associated a spouse long denied time alone, Myra departed the room, leaving Paul alone. With a respectful nod to Jeremy Crawford, Paul began to weave his way between the visitors, current and former crew alike. Some he recognised, most he did not, but all were united with common purpose; to say goodbye to a legend.


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#17 Cdr Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 15:42 (03:42 PM)

Jenny smiled as Dan spoke; it wasn't the inane ramblings of a man whose best years were behind him as some might have expected from a war hero who had effectively been put out to pasture, whose career was winding down and whose day-to-day involvement with Star Fleet usually revolved around signing paperwork and reviewing reports of secondary or even tertiary importance to the military arm of the Federation. Wueste's reminiscences were instead the critical comments of a man who had lived through so much, who had seen and done things many could not imagine, yet could also see how policy twenty years ago might look to today's Admiralty; case in point, upgrading a mere three ships with a complex and possibly financially-ruinous refit would never pass muster these days. Quantity over quality seemed to have become Star Fleet's Modus Operandi since Beckett had handed the keys of the CinC position to Benestead, and T'Mana's policies in correcting that were largely down to pioneers and old soldiers who knew that while there were still wars to fight, a peacetime Star Fleet need not lack teeth. The Beckett and Artemis were proof of that mindset; advanced exploration vessels with the best sensors in the Alpha Quadrant, but more than enough teeth to drive off any aggressor or to hold out until reinforcements could arrive.

 

Admittedly, those are our largest vessels out there in the dark... A Scout finding itself in trouble, on the other hand, has three options: run, hide, or die.

 

"Actually, I referred to your use of time travel in my PhD thesis under the heading of 'Unorthodox Strategies'..."

 

A waiter, Dress Whites trimmed in the purple of Support, passed and Jenny used the opportunity to snatch two glasses of synth-champagne. She usually wasn't a fan of the stuff, it was too bubbly and effete for her tastes, but this was a special occasion, and she'd been promised the real alcohol would be served once the 'official' part of the gathering was concluded and it became a purely social affair. 

 

"You're right though, about the Getty being special... Her history has been chequered of late, and she's more than earned her quiet retirement."

 

Some would say she was long overdue; they should have pulled her when they pulled Dauntless, maybe then the Avenger would still be home...

 

Jenny felt a flash of resentment for the Gettysburg, and tried to quell it. This was neither the time nor the place, and it wasn't the ship's fault that it had been used as the instrument of the Avenger's destruction. It wasn't Wueste's, either, though Jenny knew he had to feel partially responsible for the lives lost. Taking a sip of the bitter-tasting faux-champagne, Jenny continued.

 

"Still, it's an exciting time to be part of Star Fleet. Dad says the Fleet Modernisation Program has more classes on the drawing board or in testing, and intends to start withdrawing and replacing ships assigned to the expeditionary fleets over the next few years. We're standing where you were when you took command of the Gettysburg: at the cutting edge of technology, ready to venture out into the unknown ready for whatever the universe throws at us. Still, I'm told there are some Captains who would rather resign in protest than give up their commands, even in favour of progress..."

 

Not to mention the vocal minority who still demand purpose-built warships. Maybe they'd change their minds if we crammed them all onto the Defiant for a month or six...


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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 18:55 (06:55 PM)

Leah Wickley, having literally only been a crew member for nine weeks, almost felt guilty even attending the decommissioning ceremony for the Gettysburg today. Her contributions were at best minimal, and she was ashamed at how much of a gob****e she became so quickly after tragedy had struck. A part of her was afraid to even face the Senior Officers today, but she knew if she wanted to continue her career, it would have to happen sooner or later. So far, she'd managed to avoid most of them during their trip back to Earth, spending almost every off-duty moment lost in her favorite Holodeck programs. What better way to deal with guilt than to hide in fantasy, right? 

Perhaps with it bein' a new ship, it'll be considered a new start, aye?  

 

Leah adjusted the hem of her uniform, opting for her typical on-duty medical garb, and tightened the bun in her hair before stepping into the Observation Gallery. Immediately, her eyes scanned the room as as sense of awe struck her. The gallery spanned a little of everything the ship had gone through, and she found herself drawn to the spattering of medals and plaques that laid out the missions she had experienced. Reading some of the background and some of the disasters the Getty had gone through, only lead to making her feel worse, as the latest mission was nothing compared to what happened ten years ago... 

 

Feeling a bit green in the gills, Leah turned and found her way to an inconspicuous bench and sat, watching as more and more people funneled in for the ceremony. She spotted a few familiar faces immediately, those of her Commanding Officer, Captain Crawford, the new First Officer (and hopefully still her friend) Jennifer Braggins, and one of the unfortunate crew members she had seen roaming around the ship with a cloud over their head... Leah thought his name was Nick... or Nathan... something like that. 

The prospect of being a part of the first crew to man the new ship, the Artemis, was exciting and she couldn't deny that. As to who will be a part of said crew after this ceremony remains to be seen, but she had heard rumors that some of the officers had requested transfers immediately after heading back to base. She wasn't quite sure whom, but that could only mean that with departures would come new arrivals. 

Shaking her head again, she refocused on the crowd ahead, scanning faces and reading body languages. For the most part, everyone seemed to be a nice combination of professional and relaxed, which eased her mind a bit. With a small smile, Leah leaned back and rested her head gently on the wall behind her and closed her eyes, willing her nerves to finally settle before the ceremony began. 


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#19 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 19:43 (07:43 PM)

He listened attentively as Jenny spoke. Whatever uncertainty that had been present when she had initially introduced herself had clearly passed.  

 

Now she sounds like an Admiral's daughter.

 

It was in no way a judgment, if anything it was a sign of confidence from her that likely explained her rapid rise through the ranks.

 

Jenny spoke of Gettysburg having earned a 'quiet retirement' and Dan couldn't help but wonder how many in this room felt him likely deserving of the same fate.

 

Progress could be a dangerous word.  Change could be scary, if brought about for the wrong reasons.  The Admiral felt confident, in a way he had not always, that Command's heart was in the right place when it came to the many changes currently being undertaken.  Still, it was a lot of change and sometimes change ignored the lessons of history.  The Fleet Modernization effort, for something being led by a man not from Earth, bore many similarities to the way the old United States Navy had functioned.  The notion that a ship had outlived her usefulness felt so antiquated.  In the modern era, what truly was the cost differential between scrapping a ship wholesale and replacing it, as opposed to doing the work necessary to upgrade what already existed? Progress could be good, but Dan could not help but wonder why it so often seemed to come at the expense of legacy.

 

As Braggin's paused, clearly leaving an opening for the Admiral to reply, he took stock of the expanding crowd.  

 

Tyra Crawford was here now.  

 

​I wonder if Thomas is with her?

 

He looked for his friend, didn't see him.  Dan's relationship with Crawford was cordial, but he wondered if that was only because of the close bond he'd formed with her husband.

 

Jenny's father was back in the room now too.

 

"Well," He began, his focus now entirely back on Jenny, "you may feel differently someday, when you have a command of your own.  No matter how attached you might feel to a starship to which you are assigned, even if you are the First Officer, it just can't compare to the connection formed when you're the CO."

 

"Progress is important, but it can be hard to have your home taken away, hard to accept that the very thing you've come to depend on is somehow 'outdated' or past her prime.  I've commanded 4 starships, 2 fleets, and managed 2 starbases.  It was difficult letting go of all of them."

 

He smiled now, though the expression was somewhat hard to read, "In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your father was going out of his way to make sure to rid the Federation of every place I've ever called home.  Valley Forge was gone before her time, but between Dauntless, Pulsar, and now Gettysburg, it almost feels like he's coming after my heart, one piece at a time."

 

It was clear that the Admiral was only being partially serious and that he obviously possessed no sense of malice over the situation.  If anything, the situation seemed to make him wistful.


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#20 Ens Drew Willard

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 21:53 (09:53 PM)

== LCdr. Bob Truax (Retired) Temp NRC==

 

Bob had grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing crewman dressed in support purple. 

 

"Easy on that stuff, you don't want to embarass yourself." whispered Jaina

 

"Yes, dear" Bob whispered back

 

His bio-synth leg was starting to act up again which caused him to walk with an almost imperceptiable limp. He was making his way around the room trying to find anyone else from his days on the Getty but not seeing many. 

 

Bob happened to be near his old captain when he caught a snippet of the conversation.

 

"...between the Dauntless, Pulsar, and now Gettysburg, it almost feels like he's coming after my heart, on piece at a time."

 

No time like the present, besides it's a party would they really care if I butt in?

 

"Captain..., Admiral..., Dan. It's been a while. I'm sorry to hear about the Getty she was a mighty fine ship."

 

"Commander." Bob said as he gave a perfunctory nod to Jenny.

 

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#21 Cdr Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 22:13 (10:13 PM)

For a moment, Jenny wondered whether she'd struck a nerve with Wueste or whether he was simply fed up of the conversation, his eyes were roaming the room as if searching for someone to distract him or rescue him from the impertinent young woman before him. It didn't last, however, and soon the Admiral's focus was wholly on her again. His words made sense, although she knew several people who would write it off as sentimental claptrap - the kind of words someone used to justify pining for past glory. Jenny didn't know Wueste well, but he didn't seem the kind of person who pined for anything, although he had apparently never gotten over his divorce or the death of his wife. jenny didn't remember Sam Aster well, she'd not been much more than a toddler when her father had left the Philadelphia for the Enterprise, never to see the half-Klingon woman again. What Jenny did remember was a woman who was gentle and always had a smile for her, despite any lingering sadness she might have felt elsewhere.

 

She's been gone a decade now, I wonder whether she and the Admiral might have gotten back together had she not been killed...

 

"In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your father was going out of his way to make sure to rid the Federation of every place I've ever called home.  Valley Forge was gone before his time, but between Dauntless, Pulsar, and now Gettysburg, it almost feels like he's coming after my heart, one piece at a time."

 

Jenny couldn't help but smile; the prospect of having her father chasing after someone was not something many people joked about given his past associations with the Special Forces and Star Fleet's darker side. Wueste either had a rather eccentric sense of humour, or he wasn't as afraid of her father as many. Jenny suspected it was the latter.

 

"It's not just you. My first assignment was the Ticonderoga, then the Avenger. The Gettysburg will be the first starship I've served on to be peacefully retired..."

 

Jenny took another sip of her drink as she remembered watching both ships coming apart in front of her eyes; the Ticonderoga the victim of accidental collision with a Krynar vessel, the Avenger the victim of treachery. Her fingers tightened around the glass slightly, but she exhaled slowly and relaxed her grip, fighting against the urge to crush the glass into dust between her fingers. He was right in a way, letting go of the Gettysburg was going to be harder than she'd thought; she'd hated the very fibre of the vessel's being for months, but now she was truly going to be sad to see her go. On the other hand, there were only so many refits that could be implemented on a twenty year old spaceframe, and only so many times a ship could be rebuilt from the nacelles up to conform to modern standards.

 

"Then-Admiral Kirk once remarked 'Young minds, fresh ideas' to Captain Scott about the Excelsior, only a few days before the Enterprise was lost over Genesis. By that point, Enterprise was forty years old, and it had been fifteen years since the major overhaul that had saved her from the breaker's yard in the first place. The Dauntless and the Gettysburg might not have reached that ripe old age yet, but they're been worked hard, harder than any other ships in the fleet; if they were to be kept in service as long as they kept some of the old Excelsiors and Mirandas, we'd be doing the ships themselves a disservice, not to mention posing additional and unnecessary risks to their crews as more and more components break down."

 

Taking a deep breath, Jenny continued, remembering that Wueste's opinion carried a lot of weight and he'd served with distinction. In this case, however, Jenny thought he might be getting a little...reactionary. The Romulan War-era Cruisers were old, and thus were the first to be phased out. Had the Beckett not been a colossal failure thanks to political interference mixed with too much innovation and too little testing, much like the aforementioned Excelsior, they might have already been pulled from service. 

 

"Captain..., Admiral..., Dan. It's been a while. I'm sorry to hear about the Getty she was a mighty fine ship."

 

Jenny didn't recognise the newcomer, but judging by the way he addressed the Admiral, he must have been among the Gettysburg's original crew. He seemed genuinely pleased to see Wueste, unlike Jenny, to whom he gave a simple nod without much in the way of emotion.

 

"Commander."

 

Jenny returned the nod, finished her glass in one gulp and passed it to a waiter ferrying empty glasses back to the bar to be cleaned and refilled. The newcomer had disrupted the conversation that Jenny had been enjoying, and as the Gettysburg's current First Officer (for the next half an hour or so, anyway), she figured she should at least be playing host. 

 

"Speaking of Captains and Admirals, I should round up Captain Crawford and my father. You know how distracting parties like these can be. If you'll excuse me, Admiral?"

 

With a smile and a nod to Wueste, and perfect imitation of the newcomer's earlier nod to Truax, Jenny departed in search of friendlier company. In the corner, resting her head against a wall with her eyes, Jenny noticed Wickley in her standard duty uniform. The young-looking Orion with Tyra was also in duty uniform, suggesting that neither of them had got that memo, or possibly that their Dress Uniforms hadn't been returned from the cleaners following their graduation ceremonies. Either way, Wickley didn't look like she was particularly enjoying herself, given the circumstances of her first mission that was hardly surprising, but there wasn't a long list of people she could talk to about it - Gettysburg's Counsellor had taken early retirement and had yet to be replaced.

 

Who counsels the counsellors?

 

A server passed with a tray of glasses, and Jenny expertly and deftly gripped four; holding the stems between clenched fingers. Approaching the young redhead, Jenny slipped onto the bench and held out a hand and the two glasses held within.

 

"Get these down you, and then tell me what's bugging you. And yes, before you ask, both of those are an order."

 

Jenny's lip curled with a smile, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.


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#22 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 03:55 (03:55 AM)

He listened to Jenny's thoughts on the modernization efforts being led by her father and came to the inescapable conclusion that the new generation was ready for what new frontiers were out there, but that it was probably a good thing that he was more or less retired from ship command.  There had been a time when one's ship was every bit a member of the crew as any officer aboard her.  Today, it seemed clear that a starship was viewed mainly as a tool.  An important tool to be sure, but, when all was said and done, nothing more than a means to an end.  It wasn't necessarily an incorrect way to look at things, but it was certainly a change of the sort to which Dan wasn't entirely sure he'd have successful adjusted.

 

The Admiral did not have an opportunity to respond before Truax approached and Braggins decided she would be best served elsewhere.

 

Dan had been enjoying their conversation.  Fresh perspectives were important.  It was all too easy as his age and status to get caught up in a bubble that provided no insight or disagreement.

 

​And I'm not senile enough to believe I'm always right... not yet anyway.

 

As Braggins left, he secured her attention one final time, "It was a pleasure, Commander, I hope we'll have the chance to speak again."

 

With her having moved on, Dan's attention was now fully placed on his former colleague.

 

He took Truax's hand and shook it firmly.

 

"Bob, how the hell are you?" He said with a broad smile.

 

 


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#23 Cdr Edward Gregg

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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 06:25 (06:25 AM)

Ed remembered being at the commissioning ceremony for the Beckett, but was fairly sure he hadn’t attended a decommissioning ceremony before. Dress whites were required for this occasion, so he was there in his whites along with his ribbons. It was odd to be in one of the observation platforms. He’d been interviewed on Mars by the Captain who had captained the Beckett, though he hadn’t seen the fella since he’d transferred to the Getty and couldn’t remember his name.

It was rather sad to be saying goodbye to yet another vessel. According to some folks the Gettysburg had had a good run lasting longer than some vessels Ed had served on. He noticed Jenny talking to some Admirals. He wasn’t sure if he recognised one of them from the commissioning ceremony for the Beckett. There was also the usual boxes or rather they looked like the usual boxes.

Ed was surprised and feeling a little more morose to discover that the Gettysburg was as old as the Dauntless. They had all been ships of the line before he joined Starfleet. As he looked over the history of the Gettysburg he wondered which ship they’d be getting next. Providing that the crew would remain intact and not sent out to other vessels. He hoped it wouldn’t be the Pegasus. He hadn’t fully realised the validity of its whispered reputation among Starfleet Officers.
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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 07:11 (07:11 AM)

Archer was not sure about attending the event. He had already said his good bye to an old friend, and now he was going to do it all over again to an older friend. But he felled he owed the Gettysburg as much. She was after all, his first home in Star Fleet. He still remembered the day he walked in as a fresh Science Midshipman and presented himself to Captain Syntranos and Commander Meor. The first office on then handed Gabriel a large stack of PADDs and had him follow him around as he walked the corridors of the Getty.

 

Fun times...

 

He looked around the gathered crowd and tried to see if there was anyone that he recognized. There was Wueste, Braggins, Crawford, Willard and... Dayune? He haven't seen Aaron in ages.

 

"Is that Aaron?... No. It can't be... " Gabriel said with a big smile as he approached him and Tyra, and a young Midshipman standing next to them. 

 

"Tyra, it is great to see you as always." He said to his old friend. "Have you seen Doctor Larsen anywhere? I haven't heard from her in ages."

 

"Pardon my rudeness." He then turned to the young lady. "I am Captain Gabriel Archer, at your service."  he introduced himself with a friendly smile and a slight bow of the head.

 

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#25 Lt (JG) Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 19:44 (07:44 PM)

Eliana approached the Security checkpoint, the invitation she had received clutched firmly in her right hand as she continued walking with a mixture of sadness and anxiety. The latter was more to do with the fact that she was missing her boys and the former was the reason why she was here. 
 
She knew that she couldn't miss the decommissioning of her beloved Gettysburg, the ship that would forever hold special memories in her head and her heart. It was where she had met her husband Mike, discovered that she was pregnant with her son, reunited with her friend Jaxx and made more friends who had become like family. Then there was the wedding held on it's holodeck followed by the birth of William and she would never forget any of it as long as she lived.
 
As much as she didn't want to miss giving the ship that meant so much to her a proper goodbye, it meant that she had to leave her three week old son with her husband. Although it would give them both the chance to bond further and she loved them dearly. These last three weeks had been nothing but pure bliss as she settled into married life and motherhood and she was loving every minute of it even with the sleepless nights.
 
Even now she hated being apart from them but this was only a taster for what was to come when she received her new assignment. The new Mrs Hobritz knew that it was far too risky to bring William with her and her last mission on the Getty was a stark reminder of what could go wrong so it was agreed that he would remain on Pioneer to keep him safe. It was hard and difficult but it was the right decision to make and there was shore leave and subspace calls to make it more bearable.
 
It was something she would struggle with and yet would see how her first mission went before she made any more decisions. So for now she checked in and was allowed to go into the Observation Gallery. Instantly taking notice of her surroundings and the people already gathered. Recognising Captain Crawford, Commander Braggins, Elias, Nathan and finally Leah.
 
Smiling she walked over to her best friend.
 
" Hey Leah".
 
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#26 Ens Leah Wickley

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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 19:59 (07:59 PM)

Her eyes remained closed as Leah listened to the constant hum of voices scattered throughout the room. In a way it soothed her from her constant state of anxiety as of late, mainly since her nightmares had been getting worse the past two weeks. Hearing normality, jovial laughter, and a peaceful background of soft music was a nice change from everything she'd been through, not only during the mission but also in her own mind. 

With a sigh, she half-heartedly smiled, hearing a pleasant laugh come from across the room, a man, apparently tickled by something his companion had said. Yes, she'd focus on the positives today. Not let anything bother her. This was a big deal, the decommissioning of this vessel, so might as well try to show support. Least of which, because she knew---

 

"Get these down you, and then tell me what's bugging you," came a sudden, very close voice next to her, and Leah's eyes popped open as she jumped. Leah found herself face to face with Jennifer Braggins, holding two glasses of liquid in front of her. "And yes, before you ask, both of those are an order." 

 

Jenny's smile didn't do much in the way of calming Leah's now-pattering heartbeat, but Leah couldn't deny the concern in the Commander's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Leah obliged, grasping both drinks from Jenny. The first glass, she put up to her nose and took a sniff, just before downing the contents. The bubbles tickled her sinuses a little, making her crinkle her nose, but after setting the first glass down, repeated the process with the other. The burn was minimal, but obedient as she was, she set the second flute down and turned towards Jenny. 

Before she spoke, Leah took note of the way Jenny studied her. The concern was etched in her eyes, and the smile, more forced than Leah would have liked, still held a friendliness that convinced Leah that Jenny was not, in fact, pissed off with her, nor was this a professional visit. That knowledge helped Leah relax her shoulders and shoot her own smile at the commander before she began talking. 

 

"Oh, you know. The usual." She waved a little flippantly. "Crazy ol' Leah taking things too seriously and acting like it's the end of the world." Leah laughed softly, though she felt her cheeks flush warm with shame. "Which, if I were Starfleet, I'd probably make it the end of Crazy ol' Leah's career at least..." As she spoke, the tears threatened to well up again, and it took all she could to squeeze her eyes shut and will them down. Oy, not in fronta the First Officer, Wickley. Keep it together! Leah opened her eyes again and looked back at Jenny with a wide eyed look. "I'm sorry. I'm just so terrified I fecked up beyond reparation. I don't feel like I have the right to be here today." Leah, as usual, found Jenny easier to talk to anyone else she'd met so far. Ever since that first day, when she got her nervous jitters out of the way while trying to drink the woman under the table, she felt that there was something both mysterious and trustworthy about her superior. 

"But, I know this isn't the time or place for those thoughts, innit?" Leah waved about the room. "We're here to honor a lovely lady that did you all fairly well over the past couple decades. It was an... well, an honor to... uh..." Leah paused, breathing a moment. "...to have had the chance to be on her, even if it was a brief period. I just hope the next ship I may serve on I can do more justice..." Her voice trailed with the last few words, but her eyes never wavered from Jenny's. 

 

Which of course, meant she missed seeing her best friend Eli saunter up to them. It wasn't until Eli spoke that she looked up. Her smile, as warm as it was, hadn't quite reached her eyes yet when she acknowledged Eli. 

"Heya, darlin'. Glad you could make it. Uh..." Leah glanced back over at Jenny with a hint of nervousness. It was one thing to tell Jenny out in public how she felt, but she knew her best friend, and this was something that would be best reserved for a private conversation where Leah could, in fact, break down if she so chose to. She looked back up at Eli and tried to smile brighter. "... I'm actually in the middle of something at the moment. If you'd like, you can go find a seat and I'll join you once we're finished? Is that okay?" Leah felt awful blowing off her friend but, she wanted to wrap this up with Jenny before she joined the group for the ceremony. 


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#27 Ens Drew Willard

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Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 23:17 (11:17 PM)

== LCdr. Bob Truax (Retired) Temp NRC==

 

The conversation between The Commander and Dan seemed to have been intense and interesting. Bob was sorry to have seemingly chased her away. What would his life had been like if he stayed aboard the Gettysburg with Dan? Would Bob be an Admiral as well, more than likely he would have gone as far as a Commander and stayed as a Chief Science Officer.

 

"I've been good Dan, retirement has suited me well. How have you been?" replied Bob returning the handshake with gusto.

 

Bob took a sip off his champagne before continuing, even though it was only synthehol a little liquid courage goes a long way with where he was going next in the conversation. He was hesitant to reopen old wounds and perhaps this wasn't the best time but this was the first time in over a decade Bob had actually seen his former Captain let alone have a chance to talk to him.

 

"I was sorry to hear about Sam. I was off planet at the time, I wish I could have been there for you."


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#28 VAdm Paul Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 00:28 (12:28 AM)

Time seemed to be getting away from everyone; Paul had been waylaid by a bunch of well-meaning ex-NCOs who had regaled him with tales of their belowdecks shenanigans under the noses of Wueste and Syntranos, and by the time he had extricated himself from their grasp by pointing out a waiter passing with more free champagne, it was about time for the ceremony to start. Jenny was lost somewhere in the crowd, and Paul spotted Ed Gregg off by himself and made a mental note to catch up with the man after the formal part of the ceremony was over. Slipping between guests and offering brief greetings to anyone who tried to attract his attention, Paul finally made it to the podium at about the same time the thickset Tellarite who had been guarding the stage as though his life depended on it picked up the small gavel and tapped the ceremonial bell twice. Amplified by the PA system, the ringing of the bell was the signal for people to begin to take their seats. Grunting as people began to filter to their assigned places, Master Chief Petty Officer of Star Fleet Winnar Shaf replaced the gavel and stepped back a respectful distance; as the senior ranking Non-Commissioned Officer in all of Star Fleet, her billet equated in roughly equal terms to that of a Vice Admiral, and she was here to oversee proceedings - both in a professional and personal capacity, having served as a junior Petty Officer under Syntranos following the conclusion of the Romulan War. 

 

Paul waited patiently out of view of everyone as the assembled guests took their places; personnel assigned to the seats on the left of the aisle leading to the podium were current Gettysburg crew, with reserved spaces in the front two rows for the senior staff and senior enlisted. Seats on the right of the aisle were for the Gettysburg's former crew, again with reserved seating for former members of the senior staff. The arrangements meant that the Gettysburg's current crew had the best view of the currently-shuttered viewports, and that both Wueste and Crawford were conveniently placed near the stage for the surprises due to be sprung upon them. Once the guests had taken their seats and the waiters had retreated to the rear of the room, Paul ascended the steps to the podium, hoping the fear of public speaking he'd had since a youth on his war-torn homeworld wouldn't show; Romulan Battlegroups and nefarious plots were one thing, addressing his peers was another challenge entirely.

 

At least limbs don't usually fall off when you're making a speech...

 

Once again, Shaf stepped forward and tapped the bell twice. When the ringing had died away, he began.

 

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Gentlebeings from all across the Federation and parts beyond, I'd like to welcome you and thank you all for attending this celebration of one of the finest ships Star Fleet has ever commissioned."

 

Polite applause rippled through the audience.

 

"A little under seventeen years ago, the USS Gettysburg was completed at this very shipyard; the third starship to bear the name, and the third of three cutting-edge Battlecruisers built with more advanced systems to better combat the growing Romulan threat. From day one, the Gettysburg distinguished herself, and has continued to distinguish herself at the forefront of Star Fleet's military and exploratory efforts. From the Romulan War and Borg Invasion to the Romulan Exodus to the Krynar Crisis, the Gettysburg and her crew have continued to demonstrate the highest standards expected of Star Fleet Officers, and upheld the ideals of the Federation."

 

Those familiar with recent events would note that Paul had deliberately neglected to mention the recent troubles with the parasites; he had no intention of sweeping the event under the rug, but this was neither the time or the place to bring it up, especially with so many ex-Avenger crew still among the Gettysburg's representatives at the event.

 

"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?"

 

While he waited for Wueste and Crawford to leave their seats and make their way onto the stage, Paul continued.

 

"At the request of Star Fleet Command and endorsed by Federation Council Charter, the Gettysburg is to be retained as a Muesum Ship commemorating Star Fleet's development in the early Twenty-Fifth century. Like HMS Victory or USS Constitution, sailships that remained commissioned in service long after Nuclear Power became the choice of old Earth's major wet-navies, the Gettysburg will continue to serve in a different capacity for many years to come."

 

Once Crawford and Wueste had joined him on the stage, Paul nodded to Shaf and the bell rang again. Glancing down at the PADD that would have had his speech had he bothered to write one and not simply winged it

 

"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."

 

As he looked at Dan out of his good eye, Paul's lip curled into a mischievous smirk. He'd worked long and hard to ensure this remained a surprise, and it seemed fitting for the Admiral who had been Gettysburg's first Commanding Officer to be the one responsible for overseeing her conversion to a Museum Ship, where he could ensure that historical accuracy was maintained. Also, the look on the older man's face promised to be well worth the effort.


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#29 Lt Kelshin Alotharis

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 00:34 (12:34 AM)

Who's bright idea was the dress whites template for feline races?

 

Kelshin had barely made it off the shuttle, when he was informed about Captain Crawford being at the USS Gettysburg's decommissioning ceremony. He had only a small amount of time to get into dress whites, which he had never needed for some reason aboard the USS Columbia. Worse still, the replicator had given him a humanoid set, and both the tail and the thick coat of fur were giving him a hard time. He had resorted to a pair of scissors to cut a hole for his tail, but he couldn't do anything except wear his cold bands around his torso to keep him from overheating. Kelshin pulled out his three Achievement medals and his Gold Star, and pinned them in the correct places on the uniform. He couldn't remember where he had gotten the Gold Star from, as that was in the fog of the USS Columbia, but he figured he had to have done something good in the line of duty to warrant that. 

 

The turbolift opened to the museum of the Gettysburg, and Kelshin walked out of the turbolift into the maze of people. He was looking for Captain Crawford, but couldn't quite spot her in the crowd. Being nearly a foot taller than her, it should have been easier to see her, but his vantage point had quite a few obstructions. After a few seconds, Kelshin spotted the Captain near an Orion, but he wasn't quite so lucky getting to her, as a drink server offered him some refreshments. Shaking his head, Kelshin moved around the server, with one of his hands full with keeping his tail out of trouble. Nobody at the party would likely recognize the Mirak however, with his covert ops background and transfer from a highly secure installation to a regular medical officer's position, not that Kelshin would likely recognize anyone from that blur in his past. 

 

Finally making his way over to Tyria, Kelshin saw she was with a LCdr and the Orion. Looking at Captain Crawford, Kelshin said, 

 

"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."

 

A Mirak taking shore leave on the Caitian homeworld would raise a few eyebrows if any Caitians were listening, but it was the Federation equivalent of Oranth when it came to a home for felines.

 

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#30 LCdr Maedhros'Ulreil Thrace'Saimara

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 01:35 (01:35 AM)

Maedhros had come later to the party to avoid attention. Yet he felt there was no way not to have some sort of attention. With luck, the majority of people were occupied. Already the room was getting crowded with officers of the Gettysburg and several new faces looking to be assigned to the new incoming vessel. Admirals and Captains also loitered about, Crawford was there too but was only one amongst the growing number of flag officers. Maedhros veered away from the command teams. He made himself present at the alcoholics for a few seconds grabbing something to drink before moving away. He looked on placing names on faces, even noting the Security Lieutenant that had broken the already very destroyed Gettysburg.

 

In the end, the only thing she ended up doing was speeding up the vessels entry into retirement. Probably for the best.

 

After the mission, Maedhros took a while to look around the vessel. It was astounding that it was still afloat. The previous Chief Engineers had done a great job at keeping it together, but at this point, it was just wrapping tape around the entire vessel. He was by far happier at the prospect of receiving a new vessel. He made sure he was farther outside the crowd before activating his Compass. He took a whiff of the alcohol, something not quite right with it in his mind. He let his Compass analyze it before it came back as ‘syntehol’ apparently a common alcoholic substitute in the Federation. He tasted it but felt uncomfortable with the taste left in his mouth. He disposed of it quickly, fetching something that looks a little more appetizing from the plethora of drinks. It took about three tries before he found something he could stomach.

 

I am never going drinking at a Federation bar...

 

Soon after he obtained his liquid substance he noticed the ceremony was starting. He walked amongst the people to his seats, suddenly struck with a subconscious fear that his black and white dress uniform was not up to par with the Federation standards. Too late to argue, he sat in his seat and listened as the officer told an abridged history of the ship, followed by a request to give the command to an Admiral Wueste...

 

No. Tear that thing apart.


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#31 Mid Benjamin Elias

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 03:09 (03:09 AM)

==Sorry for the delay! Got under the weather, so playing catch up==

“I don’t suppose I’m the only one who feels out of place here, am I?” Nathan said as he walked up to Benjamin, one hand extended, the other clutching a glass.

“I’m more worried about scuffing an Admiral’s boots than what our next assignment will be…”

He chuckled. "I heard that," he said and took the offered hand. "I'm glad I got to see you before all of this started. Sorry I had to run off before. Family emergency."

He offered a wan smile, but was cut off as the small ceremonial bell at the podium was struck. "Looks like it's time," he said, and made his way to the seats. He managed to get one on the outside aisle, against the window and halfway back.

It still seemed odd to him that the shutters were closed at this point. With the banners and displays, Benjamin thought that having the Gettysburg hanging outside the window would have been the perfect set dressing. But then, he wasn't the type of person who planned these things.

Admiral Braggins made some opening remarks, nothing too out of the ordinary, discussing the ship's past service and honoring past crew. But then he called both Admiral Weuste - a previous commander from what Benjamin had learned from the displays - and Captain Crawford up to stand beside him.


"Attention to Orders!" he called out. "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, Starfleet."

He applauded with the rest. It was a well deserved honor, and the old girl would get the recognition she deserved. That still begged the question, he realized as he noticed that all of the current crew were seated together, of what exactly that crew would be doing shortly.

==Waiting for the next part with bated breath!==
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#32 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 04:48 (04:48 AM)

"I've been good Dan, retirement has suited me well. How have you been?" Truax replied.

 

He pondered his response.  

 

There's being honest and then there's oversharing.

 

"I'm good, Bob, I'm good, though looking at you right now, I can't help but wonder if retirement, years ago, might not have been a better choice for me too."

 

He laughed, grabbed a champagne of his own from a passing waiter.

 

Truax's demeanor shifted to something more serious as he said, "I was sorry to hear about Sam. I was off planet at the time, I wish I could have been there for you."

 

The Admiral winced inwardly, he hoped the reaction wouldn't be outwardly visible.

 

It had been such a long time since he'd last seen Bob.  He supposed it had been several years prior to Sam's death since they'd last spoken.  He recognized it therefore as the statement of a concerned friend, of one who had known them both, but had never had the opportunity to address what had transpired.

 

He appreciated the gesture, even if the subject remained difficult.

 

"Thank you," He managed, taking a gulp of the synthehol before continuing, "I was sorry too.  I wasn't there when she died, but her family did involve me in the funeral.  You'd have been most welcome, but I completely understand what it means to be unavoidably half a quadrant away."

 

There were several moments in his life which, if he wasn't careful to focus elsewhere, could be put on endless replay in his head. 

 

Chief among them were Sam's death, the divorce before that, and the moment that set that chain of events in motion, his having to turn command of the Getty over to Alex Lorien when he'd been reassigned to command the old 3rd Fleet.

 

The conversation continued for a few minutes before Braggins brought the event to order.  

 

"We'll need to make the time to catch up more later, Bob.  I'm getting too old to wait decades between seeing friends."

 

With that, he took his assigned seat and watched as the program began.

 

Paul began with a brief history, which proved sufficient for the event.

 

Dan had been honored when he had been selected for his first command, but that vessel, USS Valley Forge, would always belong to Mor’tarr Kang and his legacy.  He'd loved the Forge, but he'd almost felt like an imposter commanding her.  He'd known instantly when Fleet Admiral Beckett had presented him with a list of available vessels and the opportunity to select his next command, that he'd want her to be the Gettysburg.  

 

The name Gettysburg had a long and important lineage in Earth history and, for that matter, within Star Fleet.  In his early days commanding this Gettysburg, he had often thought of the battle for which she was named and of the previous vessels to bear the name and their Captain's.

 

Jameson, Reiner, Ross...

 

In the year's since, he'd often thought of the friends who'd also had the opportunity to command her.

 

Syntranos, Fitchel...

 

He'd become so lost in thought, he nearly missed Braggins calling him and Crawford up.

 

As he made his way onto the stage, he was delighted to hear Gettysburg would not be dumped on the scrapheap, but would rather become Star Fleet's newest museum.  It was an honor for which the Gettysburg was more than worthy.

 

What happened next, left him more than baffled.  Braggins read orders for Crawford to transfer command to him.

 

It had been year's since he'd last been in command of a starship, in any capacity.  More years still since he'd last been in command of Gettysburg.

 

He'd turned command over to Lorien on Stardate 20308.28.  Many years later he'd been aboard as a passenger and been forced to briefly take command from Stardate 20610.08-20612.28, during the Harbinger Incident, when then Captain Syntranos had been injured.  Even that had been ages ago.

 

What are you doing, Paul?

 

For now he waited, as whatever Paul's aim was, the next step in the transfer of command would be Crawfords.

 


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#33 Lt (JG) Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 13:38 (01:38 PM)

In her haste to get to her best friend and not overthink too much about the baby, Eli hadn't realised that Commander Braggins had reached her friend first. However once the Security Officer and new mother had, she immediately felt like a right idiot although perhaps she could be forgiven with her still recovering from her pregnancy.
 
Although she had to admit that she was happy to see Leah and yet noticed the way her warm smile didn't quite extend fully to how she normally was and would be there for her if she needed to confide or unload what was troubling her.
 
However for now Eli acknowledged her greeting, " I didn't want to miss it" she replied before her friend continued.
 
 "... I'm actually in the middle of something at the moment. If you'd like, you can go find a seat and I'll join you once we're finished? Is that okay?".
 
" Of course it is and I'll save you a seat" Eli said smiling, understanding that Leah had been talking to Jenny and had no problem going to find seats for the pair as they would catch up once she was free. 
 
" I'll see you soon and Commander Braggins its good to see you too".
 
With that Eli then moved off to find suitable seats for her and Leah, not having to go too far before locating her assigned seat before sitting down. Adjusting her dress whites as she did and was glad that she had gone with a slightly bigger size as she hadn't quite gotten rid of all of her baby weight yet.
 
Not that it was something she was overly concerned about as William had been worth every extra pound but at least she was comfortable.
 
A little while later, her attention moved towards the front as the bell rang and Admiral Braggins appeared to begin the ceremony. Listening to the history of the ship that was the one she had enjoyed serving on the most before Captain Crawford and Admiral Weuste were called to the podium.
 
She wondered what would become of the Getty until the revelation that she was to become a Museum ship which made the JG smile at the thought that its legacy would live on and that she wouldn't become scrap and stripped of her parts. It was definitely a fitting tribute for the Gettysburg as no matter what the odds were, she always got you home and it was something that would always stay with her as well as other special memories that it held.
 
Eli kept looking towards the front as she waited for the reactions and what happened next.
 
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#34 Mid Neelia Pureheart

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 14:10 (02:10 PM)

Neelia could feel her heart pounding in her chest. It rang in her ears. She wondered for a moment if she could find a place to hide, she was so embarrassed at herself.

 

“You are too kind, Midshipman, to have to apologize to me. I am flattered, sincerely. Have you ever thought of a career in Security? You’d no doubt make a hell of a negotiator.”

 

She had actually never really thought of anything except medical, perhaps maybe science. It was a curious thought, she wondered if she would be any good at it. She decided to keep that thought until later and possible holodeck it. She was then pulled from her thoughts by the site of another person approaching and from the looks of it, it was another Captain.

 

There’s a lot of high ranking officers here.

 

The man spoke to Tyra and then to her, "Pardon my rudeness." He then turned to her, "I am Captain Gabriel Archer, at your service.”

 

“Hello Captain Archer, it is great to meet you.” Neelia smiled back at him.

 

He's cute too .... NEELIA! WHAT IN THE WORLD? ... Gah!

 

She turned her head slightly to look around, wondering if there was a place that she may get some water. She felt as if her body was warming up but she didn't know why. Water was the closest thing to cooling down she could get she guess. She probably would have ordered a stronger drink but she didn’t drink of course, due to what she knew of her mother past, so the next best thing was just some water to moisten her throat. She noted a bar, hopefully in which she could get a cool drink.

 

“If you will excuse me…” She bowed her head to small group that had gathered.

 

She made her way over to the bar areas and kindly asked for a cup of ice water. The person attending the bar looked at her funny before handing her a cup. She thanked him quickly and turned, taking a sip of water. It felt good against her throat, and she wasn’t sure when she had gotten so warm.

 

It was probably all that staring! It’s not my fault! Maybe… I’m not into boys? Maybe you’re just attracted to power? Whaaaaaaat?

 

She shook her head after talking to herself. It wasn’t unusual, or so she hoped. She then let her eyes scan the room, a lot more people had entered from when she did, none of them did she recognize. She was hoping that soon she would know all of them and that it wouldn’t be like looking into a room full of strangers soon.

 

She was once again interrupted from her thoughts by the ringing of a bell, which meant that there was going to be a speech soon. She grasped her cup a little more tightly and took a seat. She kept her eyes on Paul as he started his speech, loving the small history lesson that was given. She wasn’t sure what direction any of this was going but she was eager to see how it went.

 

"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."

 

What does any of that mean?

 

She looked towards Tyra, curiously wondering what she was thinking. The room was also filled with curiosity and she like everyone else curiously awaited the continuation of the interaction to see where it was going.


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#35 Cdr Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 19:02 (07:02 PM)

Leah drank both glasses straight down like a good girl, and Jenny handed her the third with an expression that suggested she might want to take this one a little slower. Either the alcohol had loosened the young medic's lips or she'd been dying to talk to someone about it. It was not exactly uncommon for new officers to have first mission jitters and to feel like they had underperformed or failed entirely, but this felt like something else. If Jenny didn't know any better, she would assume that the young woman felt actively guilty about something.

 

This is ridiculous, what does she have to be guilty for?

 

Jenny glanced up as McKenna (or was she using Hobritz now) came over and offered her a polite smile as she excused herself following Leah's request that they have some privacy. In the corner of her eye, Jenny saw her father moving towards the stage, she didn't have long to talk the young redhead out of whatever nonsense had put her in this mood.

 

"Listen to me Leah, as far as I am concerned, you kicked *** last mission. Not many counsellors would be willing to go elbow deep in the chest cavity of a perfect stranger and attempt to plug all the holes while a trainee surgeon tried to repair the damage..."

 

Jenny tailed off slightly as the mental image of Jelal bleeding out on the biobed flashed into her mind.

 

"Jelal was a friend, I'd known since he was a snot-nosed kid who thought he could take on the galaxy with nothing but a sword and his faith. He knew the risks of the job, and he died doing what he loved; I know he wouldn't want you beating yourself up about what is, sadly, an occupational hazard."

 

Sipping the foul pseudo-bubbly and grimacing at the taste, Jenny continued. 

 

"Just for that act alone, you deserve a medal. In my mind, the only mistake you made was choosing Jaxx Crandell as a sexual partner, but I think you've probably also reached that same conclusion yourself."

 

Because you can do so much better, and you know you can.

 

Her father was ascending the steps to the podium now. Leah probably still needed reassurance, but they were literally out of time; Jenny mentally kicked herself for not noticing Leah's malaise sooner, but what with everything going on, she supposed it wasn't surprising that something had slipped by her.

 

"We'd better get to our seats. I'll catch up with you after the speeches and things."

 

Rising to her feet and helping Leah to hers, Jenny quickly found her place next to Tyra at the front of the left-hand column of seats and slipped into it just as the bell rang and her father stepped up to the podium.


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#36 Ens Leah Wickley

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Posted Star Date 21902.13 @ 19:33 (07:33 PM)

As Eli moved on to find a seat, the guilt chewed at her again, not only for how she was feeling but for shooing off her best friend. Today just was not her day, was it? As she took the third glass, she nursed it as Jenny responded. 

 

"Listen to me Leah, as far as I am concerned, you kicked *** last mission--" Leah grunted softly as she took another sip. "-- Not many counselors would be willing to go elbow deep in the chest cavity of a perfect stranger and attempt to plug all the holes while a trainee surgeon tried to repair the damage..." As Jenny trailed off, Leah's mind conjured up the image of her hands, soaked red and holding the heart of Jelal as Liam worked with a determination and confidence Leah had lost that day, and she had to swallow down the sick feeling in her chest. Yeah, he definitely took that hard, too. I'm over here thinking I'm the only one suffering from that disaster... I can only imagine how McConnelly feels right now... I should talk to him soon about it. 

Jenny continued, explaining her friendship with Jelal and how this is just "sadly, an occupational hazard." She was right of course. Her last year in Med school taught her about the same risks, and how sometimes things will happen that are beyond your control. People get hurt. People die. People sometimes lose faith and destroy themselves. And, hearing Jenny praise her for her efforts, she realized the latter was exactly what she had been doing. Destroying herself because she hadn't found a healthy way to cope. She gave a small nod to her friend. 

"You're right... I knew something like that was going to happen." 

Jenny sipped her drink and grimaced. "Just for that act alone, you deserve a medal--" Leah groaned, but smiled in response. "-- the only mistake you made was choosing Jaxx Crandell as a sexual partner, but I think you've probably also reached that same conclusion yourself." 

The snort that came out of Leah was unexpected, even to her. But she rolled with it and let it roll into a little giggle. Yeah, had she known what type of whirlwind soap opera that was going to turn out to be, she'd have left that one alone. But, she couldn't deny the fun time she had. Just... can't it just be fun? 

"We'd better get to our seats. I'll catch up with you after the speeches and things." 

Leah got up with the help of Jenny, and she smiled, this time a bit warmer than she had earlier. "Yes, thank you, Jenny. I'd like that." She was extremely grateful for the brief talk, but with her gut still in knots and her head pounding, she knew she was far from being over what happened. All the training in the world told her she was just now beginning to realize what damage had been done. 

And besides, I haven't even gotten a chance to tell her what really happened after... 

Leah found Eli sitting with an empty chair next to her, and she slipped into the seat just as the Admiral began his speech. 

It was quite fascinating, listening to Vice Admiral Braggins (... oh. Oh...) speak highly of the vessel in question, about its accomplishments, and she joined in on the applause when it was stated that the Gettysburg was to be decommissioned and transformed into a Museum Ship. The smile on Leah's face as she noted the mixed reactions bubbling through the crowd grew exponentially once the Admiral gave the order for Tyra to give up command to an Admiral Daniel Wueste, whom of which looked baffled, startled and perhaps a bit suspicious of the order. Leah obviously had no clue what that was about, but apparently it was a surprise to the man, and when Leah looked back and saw the little smirk on Braggin's face (Aye, but doesn't that little smile look familiar, Leah thought as she snuck a quick glance at Jenny on the other end of the crowd) she had a feeling this was all set up as a surprise. 

 

So, Starfleet isn't always rules and regulations and bureaucracy huh? Good to know... Leah smiled and clapped along with the crowd as she watched the rest of the ceremony. 


Edited by Ens Leah Wickley, Star Date 21902.13 @ 19:47 (07:47 PM).

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#37 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 21902.14 @ 05:45 (05:45 AM)

“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.

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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 01:44 (01:44 AM)

== Temp NRC – LCdr Aaron Dayune (Ret.) ==

 

"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…”

 

“I knew it! The souls, those must be the flecks in those splendid eyes of yours,” another quick wink with an easy grin showed how much Dayune was in a playful mood now – or more so than usual.

 

When he presented her with the gift, Aaron knew that she’d at least enjoy it. Yet that look from Tyra was a payday for him, filling him up with a warmth he had desperately missed over the last several years. The friendly squeeze said more than the words, and a sincere smile graced his face. In fact, he let out a relaxed sigh, Oxytocin seeping into his brain.

 

“You, can have a tour of anything you’d like,” there was a very brief pause, almost imperceptible, “the Still, the Warehouse, my Private Tasting room with many, many Whiskeys, Bourbons, and other fine spirits too. Though, I would definitely take you up on the trade… you have me curious.”

 

When Gabe walked up, Aaron was amazed to see him.

 

This event gets more interesting by the minute!

 

"Have you seen Doctor Larsen anywhere? I haven't heard from her in ages."

 

Dayune simply shook his head ‘no’, a slight tinge of sadness passing on his face. Unfortunately, when he left, he hadn’t kept up with his former shipmates. It was something, perhaps the only thing, that he regretted. Archer introduced himself to the flustered Midshipman, and that gave the ex-COS time to allow those feelings to pass.

 

“If you will excuse me…” the Medical middie made a quick exit from the crowded group of Officers and ex-Officers, which amused Dayune to no end. Aaron’s ears heard Tyra’s comments, which made him nearly snort in laughter, but his eyes watched as Pureheart walked away. His slight eyebrow raise usually meant trouble, but he managed to bring himself back to the task at hand.

 

“Captain Archer, you’ve got that fourth pip too. Looks good on you. In fact, Command Red looks good on both of you,” he nodded in Tyra’s direction as well.

 

“Somehow I feel like this is from an old movie. Kinda feels like we are getting the band back together,” a dangerously sentimental glint sparkled in one of his eyes just before yet another addition to the circle showed up.

 

Miss Popular here, he nearly laughed as he overheard the Lieutenant introduce himself. That gave him a chance to focus on Captain Archer.

 

“Gabe, my old friend. We have to catchup. I’ve got some spirits to share, and stories to tell. Particularly about Rubicun III. If you haven’t been… well it isn’t for polite company to share,” a roguish look befell him.

 

That is when the bell tolled, though thankfully it was just for the ceremony.

 

“I assume this is where the speeches begin,” Aaron said quietly to Archer, “I’m going to stalk the bar for a moment. When the pomp and circumstance is over, we should chat. Unless… you want to join me?” a daring expression said all it needed to, and Gabe would surely remember it; Aaron Dayune was up to no good.

 

With that, he quickly retraced the steps that the Orion Officer had taken as the attention to orders were being called. He listened as he moved, and his attention was piqued when he heard Wueste’s name called, apparently being given command of the venerable warhorse ship. Aaron wondered what meaning that might have, and if it was a surprise. To most of the audience, it seemed like it was. However, now wasn’t the time.

 

Sidling right beside Neelia Pureheart, Dayune pretended initially not to notice her as he waved to get the attention of the bartender. Quietly, he made his order.

 

“Double whiskey neat please.”

 

After that, he turned and looked upon the Midshipman, feigning some surprise.

 

“Ah, this is where you got off to,” he whispered, not wanting to distract from the ceremony.

 

“A lot of words for basically saying that the Gettysburg is Admiral Wueste’s now,” the drink was placed next to his arm, and Aaron subtly nodded to the bartender, “next up, will be the reveal of Tyra’s new command most likely. I have no idea what they are giving her, but I wonder if it is behind door number one,” he pointed Neelia’s attention to the shuttered observation windows.

 

“Either way, you are going to have an amazing first trip Midshipman… hmmm. You know, I don’t recall catching your name…” that same mischievous grin returned.

 

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#39 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 04:29 (04:29 AM)

The whole situation had taken the Admiral by surprise.  He had not expected to be anything more than a participant in the day's proceedings.  The spotlight wasn't something he had imagined being cast on him when the event had begun.

 

He could tell by looking out into the audience that the reaction was mixed.  For everyone here that knew him, knew what this might mean for him, there were many others who might not even know who he was.

 

The oddness of the situation was added to by the strict formality of Paul's recitation of T'Mana's orders, when coupled with the more personal and heartfelt handling of said order by Tyra Crawford.

 

He had been expecting her to simply provide the computer with her authorization codes to complete the command transfer.  What she had said meant significantly more to Dan, though he wasn't sure how it impacted any official change of command.

 

Or, for that matter, if something official is truly what Paul is after.

 

In the end, it didn't truly matter.  What she had said meant more than any formal ceremony could have.  When all was said and done, by virtue of their ranks, either he or Paul could complete the change of command with their own codes, if that proved necessary.

 

Regardless, he, at least for a moment, felt like a midshipman again, reporting in for the first time to Captain Longbow on the Yoritomo.

 

Butterflies in the stomach...

 

He extended a hand, returned Crawford's smile, "The honor is mine, Captain, thank you."

 

Leaning in, he whispered, just barely loud enough for Crawford to hear, "If I'd known Paul was going to make such a public spectacle of us, I'd have reached out to Thomas myself to try and force him to be here.  He always did handle the spotlight better."

 

The smile returned to his face as he straightened his posture in preparation to finish the change of command ceremony.

 

"I relieve you, Captain."


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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 08:16 (08:16 AM)

"Lieutenant, I will have more details for you regarding your next assignment after this ceremony is completed,"
 
Kelshin nodded and watched as Tyria headed for the podium. Deep inside of himself, Kelshin was happy it was her and not him up there. He didn't quite like being in the spotlight for some reason. Figuring the best place not to be noticed for awhile would be the bar, Kelshin made his way over, smiling as he heard the Captain formally transfer over her command. Wasn't often that protocol like that was followed, but someone was probably nostalgic.
 
Kelshin sat down at the bar at a seat near Pureheart. After the bartender had served Dayune's drink, they looked at Kelshin who said, 
 
"Ice water, preferably a few degrees above freezing. If I'm these dress uniforms with no heat dispersion, I'm going to have heatstroke to worry about if I don't keep hydrated and cold."
 
When Kelshin heard, 
 
“Either way, you are going to have an amazing first trip Midshipman… hmmm. You know, I don’t recall catching your name…”
 
Kelshin looked at Aaron and said evenly, 
 
"That's your pickup line? Of all the things to start with, and you take that route? Why not start with how you appreciate everything medical has done for you in keeping you alive? Or admiring the fact that we work so hard to keep your department alive, and you just take us for granted? Typical Security, always taking their doctors for granted."
 
When Kelshin took a swig of his drink, he began to purr as the cold drink cooled him off. Looking back at Aaron, Kelshin said in the purr, 
 
"And we'd thank you for getting shot up and giving us something to do on those long missions. I'm Lieutenant Kelshin Alotharis, former CMO of the USS Columbia."
 
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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 12:43 (12:43 PM)

Mathew wasn’t in a huge hurry to get to the decommissioning of the Gettysburg. He spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make sure he looked good.  It wasn't every day that he wore the dress uniform.   Once he felt ready, he sat down in his quarters and had a drink. He’d thought a lot about the announcement of the Gettysburg’s new orders and was growing anxious about his future.  He’d messed up on the Copernicus, demoted, and a new ship. But now, what would happen?

 

****. What now? Captain Crawford gave me another chance…  but now I have no ship. Where will they send me now?

 

Mathew hadn’t realized the time had slipped away as he drank his beer, moping about his future. Now he was late to the ceremonies. 

 

****. Me. That’s not going to do me any favors.  Maybe I can just slip in and out. 

 

As Mathew arrived, he was able to hear Admiral Braggins request to Captain Crawford.  As that was happening, Mathew stayed as quiet as he could, drifting away from the door, but staying near the back. He’d never seen a ship ‘retired’ so even though he didn’t feel any allegiance to the ship that he served one mission, he found the pomp and circumstance interesting. The captain gave the keys to another admiral as Mathew found a place along the back wall to lean upon.  He felt himself instinctively scan the room, noticing the attendee’s attention to the stage.  He fidgeted a moment with his collar, wishing he’d brought his drink.  It wasn’t like he could go to the bar at the moment.  He’d have to wait for the ceremonial stuff to finish…unless, of course, he wanted to risk another pip. 

 

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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 14:01 (02:01 PM)

Neelia sat at the bar, sipping her water slowly, or rather, as slowly as her body would let her. The cool drink was refreshing. Between listening to speech and her own thoughts, one would think that she was a very busy person. She felt more exposed and vulnerable than usual for some reason, it was something she had not been able to pin point. Maybe it was the new surroundings. She remembered she kind of felt the same way when she first started. It didn’t make any sense though, She was very much used to people, although you’d think from her actions that it was different.

 

She was torn from her thoughts by a voice directed at her, “Ah, this is where you got off to,”

 

She turned her head slowly and her eyes went wide for a moment as she spotted Aaron as the owner of the voice. She quickly replaced her surprise with a smile, “Hello again Aaron…” She spoke softly.

 

“A lot of words for basically saying that the Gettysburg is Admiral Wueste’s now, next up, will be the reveal of Tyra’s new command most likely. I have no idea what they are giving her, but I wonder if it is behind door number one.”

 

Neelia looked over at the shuttered observation windows as Aaron pointed to them. She was curious what was going to happen since the Captains current ship was being placed in a museum.

“Either way, you are going to have an amazing first trip Midshipman… hmmm. You know, I don’t recall catching your name…”

 

She looked back at Aaron to see a mischievous grin on his face. She blinked a few times in confusion before wondering if he was serious or not. Surely he had heard her name when she introduced herself to the Captain. Then again, he might not have.

 

 

Unless it’s a joke. What kind of joke would that be?!

 

 

Before Neelia could speak, anther voice from her other side seemed to be addressing Aaron, "That's your pickup line? Of all the things to start with, and you take that route? Why not start with how you appreciate everything medical has done for you in keeping you alive? Or admiring the fact that we work so hard to keep your department alive, and you just take us for granted? Typical Security, always taking their doctors for granted."

 

 

Pick up line?! …. OH!

 

 

Neelia was suddenly embarrassed again. Was that what that was?! She wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced this before. Back when she was growing up on the ship, she mostly kept to herself and all her interactions with most of the crew were very professional, seeing as how both her parents were senior officers. They weren’t there now, she was going to have to handle whatever this was without the backup of the status of her parents.

 

"And we'd thank you for getting shot up and giving us something to do on those long missions. I'm Lieutenant Kelshin Alotharis, former CMO of the USS Columbia."

 

The voice of the Mirak, along with the very alluring purr broke her from her thoughts. She’d never met a Mirak before, let alone hear one purr. Although it was probably not meant to be nice, it was very calming to her, as if it calmed her worries down.

 

She turned her body to Kelshin and smiled, “It is nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I am Neelia Pureheart. I just graduated the academy and will be serving under Captain Tyra as one of the medical staff.” She said her name overly loudly, hoping that Aaron was able to hear it if he hadn’t before, “This is Aaron Dayune, retired Lieutenant Commander!”

 

She motioned to Aaron next to her, she had hoped that she could ease any tenson in the situation or any misunderstandings if she made it aware that she did, in fact, know him and that what he was doing was, hopefully, a joke. Although she wasn’t very sure at this point as she didn’t know him personally.

 

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#43 VAdm Paul Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 17:35 (05:35 PM)

The look on Wueste's face as Paul made his announcement was, as hoped, priceless. The mischievous side of Paul's psyche cackled in delight while the more compassionate aspect of him sympathised with the older Admiral; a surprise like this was a lot to take in, and Wueste had been given absolutely zero warning that this was about to happen. Until five minutes previously, he'd been an Admiral assigned to secondary administrative duties; now he was a Commanding Officer again, admittedly of a ship that would never again see the stars of deep space, but he was back where he belonged - in the centre seat of a starship.

 

Where so many Admirals past should have stayed, so that they didn't waste away into the bureaucracy...

 

Though Crawford's heartfelt words didn't quite satisfy the official change of command regulation, they more than honoured its spirit, and that was what this ceremony was about. If it was simple two Captains changing jobs, there wouldn't have been any pomp and circumstance; just a small gathering on the Bridge of Observation Lounge followed by the crew getting back to business as usual. This was, however, not something so mundane. With Wueste now having relieved Crawford officially, Paul tapped a command into the PADD on the lectern and the command codes were transferred automatically. Crawford's were held in a temporary memory buffer, as they would be required before long. Before that part of the ceremony, however, Paul thought it might be an idea for Dan to have his first chance to address such a gathering since stepping down as First Fleet Commander.

 

"Before we continue, I'd like to take this moment to invite Admiral Wueste to say a few words."

 

Ceding the lectern to Wueste, Paul wondered what the older Admiral would have to say, and hoped that he was still as skilled an orator as he was reported to be during his days commanding the Gettysburg.

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Posted Star Date 21902.16 @ 04:25 (04:25 AM)

"Gabe, it's always a pleasure," Tyra said with a warm smile, one that haven't changed over the years. She had always been a class act, and he always regretted the fact that he did not have enough time to get to know her better during his term aboard the Gettysburg, His transfer to the USS Yeager had happened too soon he thought at the time. 

 

I will make a point to stay in touch with everyone now. They will be visiting Pioneer Outpost often I'd imagine. Everyone needs to come home eventually, and my next job maybe is to make sure that that home is still there when they need it...

 

Dayune simply shook his head ‘no’ in answer to Gabriel's question, and Crawford had nothing to add to that answer. It was unfortunate really, How the old crew had moved on and drifted apart. In many ways, Doctor Larsen was the glue that kept that crew together. Even Commander New, the once cold hearted Android had warmed up to her...

 

“Hello Captain Archer, it is great to meet you.” The young lady said with a smile, before adding, "If you will excuse me..." And heading to the bar.

 

As soon as Pureheart was out of ear shot, Tyra chuckled.

 

"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..."

 

Gabe and Aaron joined the chuckle and he almost snorted his drink. However, it did not escape Archer how he gave the Midshipman the famous Dayune look of interest.

 

The man haven't changed... 

 

Gabe smiled. It was nice to see that there are things in this universe that were truly a constant.

 

“Captain Archer," Aaron said next. "You’ve got that fourth pip too. Looks good on you. In fact, Command Red looks good on both of you,” he nodded in Tyra’s direction as well. “Somehow I feel like this is from an old movie. Kinda feels like we are getting the band back together.” 

 

Archer nodded. He could only imagine the kind of no good them three be up to if it wasn't for his, and Tyra's, commitment to Star Fleet... 

 

Maybe one day, after we retire, we'll gather the old crew and take that road trip through the Spanish countryside that Idrani always talked about....

 

A Lieutenant walked toward them and presented himself to Captain Crawford, taking her attention from the two men.

 

“Gabe, my old friend. We have to catchup. I’ve got some spirits to share, and stories to tell. Particularly about Rubicun III. If you haven’t been… well it isn’t for polite company to share,” a roguish look befell him.

 

Archer couldn't help but laugh... he really wanted to hear all about it now. However, the bell rang to indicate the program was starting.

 

"Well, I guess it's show time." Tyra said. "We'll all have to catch up once the formal affairs over." She added with a smile before heading to her seat.

 

"Of course." Gabe smiled back at her before she took her leave.

 

“I assume this is where the speeches begin,” Aaron said quietly to Archer, “I’m going to stalk the bar for a moment. When the pomp and circumstance is over, we should chat. Unless… you want to join me?” 

 

The man's face said it all. It was a look that Gabe knew very well.

 

Oh no... He is definitely up to no good...

 

"Alright, go ahead, i'll catch up in a minute..." Gabe smiled.

 

He had noticed that Wueste was asked to step up as well as Crawford, and things were getting very interesting up there. The Gettysburg was to be a museum ship, but she still needed a CO. Archer felt such a warmth in his heart as Tyra transferred command of the Getty back to Dan. 

 

What a day...

 

Nothing made Archer happier than when a person who spent years in service of Star Fleet and the Federation be recognized for that service. It was even more special to see Dan receiving such honor. Gabe knew him since his days on the Gettysburg, and afterwards, he had the good fortune of serving in the First Fleet when Wueste was the Fleet Commander. He always felt that it was a pleasure working with him. He also knew what the USS Intrepid had meant for Wueste, and what her decommission may have made him feel.

 

You did well old friend, enjoy your moment... well earned indeed.

 

Then Gabe noticed that he was standing there alone, and felt a little awkward. So, he took advantage of the small pause in the proceedings while Paul asked Dan to make his speech, and Gabe walked over to the bar where Aaron, Neelia and the Kelshin were.

 

He caught the end of the conversation and he had a feeling that things were starting to get a little edgy...

 

"Excuse me..." He said in a polite low voice. "The ceremony is not finished yet, and knowing Paul, he will walk over here and let us know it if we keep talking." 

 

Gabe smiled, and hoped that the joke he made at Admiral Braggin's expense will help diffuse the situation and relay his point without stepping on any toes...

 

Come to think of it... I won't be too surprised if he actually does it...

 

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#45 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.16 @ 06:15 (06:15 AM)

With the command transfer effectively complete, the Admiral had almost started to head back to his seat when Braggins asked him for remarks.

 

Is he joking?

 

Dan nearly protested, before thinking better of it.  This whole program was an act of such heart, generosity of spirit, and kindness.  He had begun to worry that the modern era of Star Fleet had no place for old warhorses like him.  He'd started to feel like a hopeless romantic adrift at sea amongst cold calculating logicians.  Perhaps there was more of the Star Fleet he'd known left than he had realized.

 

After taking a moment to shake both Paul and Tyra’s hands again, he approached the podium.

 

"Thank you, Admiral Braggins, Captain Crawford.  I appreciate you both affording me this opportunity today. You know, truth be told, I’m not quite sure how to handle all of this.  I have thoughts about it; that won't surprise those of you who know me, so, since Paul's made the fatal error of inviting me to speak with all of you, I'll do my best to articulate them."

 

He paused, taking a second to collect and attempt to organize the thoughts and feelings which threatened to boil over.

 

"Today's event really serves to punctuate how much has changed since Gettysburg's launch.  So, I think what I'd like to tell you is that days like today are important.  So often when we look back, and I don't care how old you are, I think this is close to universal, we have a tendency to either apply so much nostalgia to a memory that it ceases to be real, or we second guess our own actions so greatly that our own internal judgment clouds the truth of the moment.  Days like this are important because they allow for something special, positive reflection.  Whether you served aboard the Gettysburg, or this is your first time in any proximity to her, today's event allows for the opportunity to reflect on her legacy without having to pass your own judgments about what that legacy might be."

 

The Admiral surveyed the crowd.  He was pleased to see Gabe Archer among the friendly faces he found looking up at him.

 

"As I look out at all of you, I see faces both familiar and new.  Now at my age, that's a good sign.  When I start thinking I know everyone in a room, it's probably an indication that I've been consigned to the Federation Funny Farm."

 

It was a joke, though only just so.

 

Senility waits for no man…

 

"The Gettysburg holds a special place in my heart, as I’m sure she does for many of you.  She has a history all her own now, but when I first took command of her, she was still fresh out of spacedock.  It's worth noting that I wasn’t just her first CO, I actually picked her off the list of available ships, I picked her dedication quote, I researched and documented the lineage of the past ships to bear the name. As a student of Terran history, the name Gettysburg carries with it great significance. I won’t bore all of you with a history lesson about the American Civil War, but know that the place for which this ship was named is hallowed ground for Terran civilization.  It is for that reason that my personal residence on Earth is in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.  It is for that reason that when Admiral Beckett asked me to select my command, I knew, without hesitation, I knew it had to be the Gettysburg."

 

He wasn't sure if the crowd was still with him, but the words were flowing now.

 

"That said, I recognize that despite the place she may still hold in my heart, she's no longer a new ship, in fact she’s become the oldest active ship in the Fleet.  Time's funny like that and, in a way, if you take nothing else from this event, let it be the acceptance of that.  When I think of the Gettysburg, I don’t just think of all she's accomplished, but I think of my late wife.  I think of the life I once imagined for us and the life that instead came to be.  That's what the passage of time does, it changes things, it focuses things.  So, as you think of the Getty today, think back on your own careers, long or short as they may yet have been, and think of the life you have, or want to have.  Take the time to take stock of what is important and hold it close. Time waits for none of us, but we have a choice, each and every day, to make sure each moment counts."

 

His focus was firmly on the Gettysburg’s outgoing crew as he brought his speech to a close.

 

"Our words may be recorded for posterity, but it is the actions of the brave officers of Star Fleet who have served aboard Gettysburg that have truly made the mark on history. So, I think in this moment it is especially fitting to remember the words of President Abraham Lincoln, forever recorded as Gettysburg's dedication quote: 'The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.'"

 

"Thank you all again. I wish each and every one of you Godspeed in the adventures that lie ahead."

 


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Posted Star Date 21902.16 @ 06:17 (06:17 AM)

There was a feeling of satisfaction as her decision to divert from protocol for the sake of genuine sentiment seemed to strike the right chords with Wueste.

She'd probably never admit it but initially, she had struggled greatly with her husband's growing friendship with Wueste. Given everything that had happened, it had been confusing and uncomfortable, something she hadn't hid from Thomas very well. However, she'd admit that the friendship had been what he'd needed, providing a support and understanding of things that she couldn't. She was immensely grateful for that and she'd grudgingly admitted once that it had helped her reach a healthier point of view when it came to the mess of the last few years.

If someone had told me immediately after losing Avenger that I'd be within reach of Wueste, the obvious question would have been which weapon did I have on hand... my, how the times change.

She'd grasped Wueste's hand with a firm grip, her head nodding ever so slightly at his thanks. However, a genuinely warm chuckle bubbled up when the admiral leaned closer and commented on her better half's absence and skill in the spotlight.

"I think he'd enjoy our mutual discomfort too much to be any help," she whispered back, her tone evidently filled with amusement before she schooled her features to hide as they returned to the task at hand.

She merely nodded her acceptance as Wueste relieved her of command, taking over the ship that was truly his by right. As Braggins indicated that Wueste should take the podium from him to say a few words, she wondered how the admiral would feel about that given his seeming reluctance to embrace the spotlight. She shifted to the side as she waited for the answer to that.

Better him than me...
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Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 20:34 (08:34 PM)

Wueste's speech was simple yet heartfelt, and the round of applause that followed it was deafening; not quite a standing ovation, it did however last more than a minute, until it started to die down as peoples hands became tired and sore at the exertion such applause was responsible for. At Paul's nod, a pair of Support-uniformed crewmen fresh from Boot Camp stepped forward onto the podium and lifted the two ornate boxes. The pair tried to look professional despite their obvious unease about being so close to so many senior officers (and the senior-most enlisted in Star Fleet) and in the limelight in front of so many people. The pair approached Wueste and Crawford and opened the boxes in unison, angling them so that the contents would be revealed to their recipients as well as the audience: both boxes contained an exact replica of the Gettsyburg's dedication plaque in an ornate glass-covered frame. Additionally, sitting atop each plaque, was a scale model of the Gettysburg: in her current configuration and paint scheme for Crawford, and its original configuration for Wueste. The model and plaque both came with mountings suited to either resting on a desk or table, or hanging from a wall.

 

Handing the boxes over, the two Crewmen retreated from the stage as Paul stepped back to the podium. As he did, the large shutters over the windows began to slide open with a rumble; the Gettysburg had pride of place, her running lights active for one final time but her nacelles were dark and her Warp Core already removed for recycling. The Federation National Anthem began to play as a tug latched a tractor beam onto the venerable Battlecruiser and began to tow it away from the Shipyard complex. Inch by inch, meter by meter, the Gettysburg began its final journey to the Orbital Annex of the Star Fleet Museum, where it would take up residence beside other legendary vessels, including three ships named 'Enterprise'.

 

And a eventually fourth, if anyone can track down Thrawn...

 

The Gettysburg disappeared from view as the last notes of the anthem played. Another tug began to appear in the viewport, travelling in the same direction as the Gettysburg had. The glowing tractor beam connected to an angular prow reminiscent of the Zeus Class Light Cruiser but scaled up with a much flatter vertical incline. Unlike the Gettysburg's brushed metal hull plating, the new ship's hull had been finished in a black or near-teal coating. 

 

"Last year, the decision was made to replace the Gettysburg with one of the new Beckett-class Star Cruisers. The subsequent suspension of the project necessitated a new replacement. The Star Fleet Corps of Engineers has spent the last several years working on a new design of long-range exploration vessel, equivalent in size and firepower to our current Heavy Cruisers but with top of the range systems; the very best that Research and Development can offer. It is perhaps fitting that the oldest of Star Fleet's Heavy Cruisers, Star Fleet's oldest commissioned vessel, should be replaced by the newest."

 

The new ship was finally towed fully into view; the secondary hull sprouted from the saucer in a long and broad dorsal ridge that ended at the Shuttlebay, before the sharply-angled nacelle pylons. Beneath the saucer, it descended down just past the bottom of the primary deflector, before angling sharply up towards the centerline of the vessel, meeting the main hull at the same space as the dorsal ridge. 

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first production vessel of the Vesta Class. The USS Artemis!"


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#48 Lt (JG) Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 13:26 (01:26 PM)

Eli had noticed Leah take the empty seat next to her and smiled as her friend sat down before returning her attention to the podium. Listening as Captain Crawford handed over the command of the Getty to Admiral Wueste, proud to be in attendance to witness this moment as the Admiral was then invited to make a speech.
 
She may not of been on the Getty long but hearing the way she was spoken about and understanding just how much one ship could affect those who had served on her. All bound together through their experiences and how she meant to each and every one of them who had been given the chance to serve aboard her.
 
Those memories would never be forgotten as she joined in with the appreciative applause before her Commanding Officer and the Admiral each received a memento of such an historical occasion.
 
Then her focus shifted from the podium as everyone dispersed in time for the shutters to retract to reveal the Gettysburg, looking resplendent in her final moments.
 
Taking in every detail of the ship that had always brought her home no matter what the cost with her running lights on. Trying not to get too emotional as the Federation National Anthem began to play just as a tug took hold of the Getty and began to move it towards its new home. Following it with a teary glaze until it disappeared from view, silently saying goodbye as it did.
 
However before she could react further, her attention then moved towards another tug, noticeably travelling the same path as the Getty but this time it wasn't another sad farewell as a new ship came into view.
 
Listening once more as the Admiral explained more about why the Getty had been replaced, understanding the sentiments involved with the newest taking over from the oldest before the new ship could be seen in all of its shiny and fresh glory. Again she took in every detail as the Admiral then introduced them to the Artemis.
 
Immediately liking the name and what this meant to those who served aboard the Getty and looked forward to getting a proper look at what would hopefully be their new home. 

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Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 13:53 (01:53 PM)

Neelia sat in her seat at the bar, anxiously awaiting what was going to happen between the two men, she did not see the figure approach them, but she low voice that followed caught her attention completely.

 

"Excuse me...The ceremony is not finished yet, and knowing Paul, he will walk over here and let us know it if we keep talking."

 

Her face flushed with embarrassment at the situation, she was disrespecting those on stage. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that she was doing it or that another Captain had to step in and quiet them down. It wasn’t even her fault! They all approached her! Alas, it didn’t matter though as  she was caught in the act.

 

This is embarrassing! What would my parents say to this?!

 

She internally gritted her teeth and turned her attention to the stage, “….It is perhaps fitting that the oldest of Star Fleet's Heavy Cruisers, Star Fleet's oldest commissioned vessel, should be replaced by the newest." She caught the end of the long speech that had been prepared.

 

She wasn’t aware of how old the Gettysburg was, but having it be the oldest ship in the fleet was remarkable to say the least. She watched as a new ship was towed into view. It was beautiful. It caused her to be completely awestruck at how nice and perfect it appeared. No dents, no scratches, no battles.

 

So this is what a new ship looks like! Amazing!

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first production vessel of the Vesta Class. The USS Artemis!"

 

The USS Artemis….. What a wonderful name.

 

She wondered how everyone else was feeling about it, of course, she didn’t have to wonder, as she knew what everyone was feeling, but it wasn’t something she let herself open up to normally. She wanted to know, however, what everyone else was feeling and if they were just as amazed as she was.


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#50 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 21902.19 @ 00:58 (12:58 AM)

Tyra had smiled softly as Dan shook her and Paul's hands before taking the podium as requested. His words were sentimental and genuine, showing the place of importance that the Gettysburg held within his life, but they were not the sentimental ramblings of a man out of his element. As she listened, she came to the conclusion that Wueste did not give himself the credit he deserved; while her husband was certainly skilled at speaking to the masses as Wueste had noted, she felt that Dan's words felt more like the sincere words of a fellow officer and not those of a disconnected member of the brass. Maybe, it was merely that the topic was one close to his heart but it felt fitting and appropriate to the situation.
 
She applauded with the rest of the audience as the speech drew to an end, marking it as probably one of the shorter ones she'd heard an admiral deliver in her years of service. She offered a warm smile and a nod of approval before her eyes shifted to Paul for some sort of signal as to what was the next step in this ceremony. She didn't miss the slight nod of his head to two nervous looking support officers, clearing ordering them to fulfill whatever their purpose was. She watched them approach the podium, managing to look less bumbling than most would in the situation, and then, pick up two ornate boxes. She had no doubt about what the boxes contained and she felt herself swallow thickly as the two approached. It was nearly impossible to swallow when the two opened the boxes in unison to confirm her suspicions on the dedication plaque being held within, along with a replica.
 
She took the box from the support officer, her blue eyes roving over the dedication plaque that she had read countless times throughout her career. She smiled sadly before she closed the box, glancing over at Wueste. "You made a wonderful choice on the quote. It couldn't have been more fitting for all of her accolades," she remarked honestly as she shifted the box to cradle it in one arm.
 
Next was probably one of the harder moments as the shutters on the windows were pulled back to reveal the guest of honor, whose running lights made her look ethereal as she enjoyed the last moments of attention she would receive before she joined the ranks of the storied museum ships. She focused on taking deep breaths as the Federation anthem began playing to usher the Gettysburg to her final resting place, causing a similar response to how she felt when she heard taps at traditional Terran funerals. 
 
I'm going to need a drink... she thought as the anthem reached its last notes and the Gettysburg shifted out of view on its slow but deserved trip home.
 
"Last year, the decision was made to replace the Gettysburg with one of the new Beckett-class Star Cruisers. The subsequent suspension of the project necessitated a new replacement. The Star Fleet Corps of Engineers has spent the last several years working on a new design of long-range exploration vessel, equivalent in size and firepower to our current Heavy Cruisers but with top of the range systems; the very best that Research and Development can offer. It is perhaps fitting that the oldest of Star Fleet's Heavy Cruisers, Star Fleet's oldest commissioned vessel, should be replaced by the newest," she heard Braggins begin, causing her to turn her attention back to the podium.
 
She couldn't help the way the corner of her lips curved as he spoke, remembering her own awe as Mirax had provided Jenny and her with a tour of their new charge.  However, it had been nothing compared to the excitement that Jenny had had over the new toy, like a kid in a candy shop. She could only hope that the rest of the crew was as excited about the possibilities of making something their own, like Dan and his crew had the Gettysburg. A legacy that would stand the test of time.
 
"Ladies and gentlemen, the first production vessel of the Vesta Class. The USS Artemis!"
 
As Paul made that announcement, she couldn't help her grin as she glanced from the newly unveiled Artemis to the audience, which was made up of a lot of her crew. Her blue eyes skimmed the crowd, taking in the reactions of those officers that she knew well before pausing on Jenny, the only other member of the crew that had known. She hadn't even told Cera, though her yeoman, who was standing near the back, had been perceptive enough to sense her sudden excitement about the assignment following the tour at Utopia Planetia.
 
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#51 Mid Benjamin Elias

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Posted Star Date 21902.19 @ 02:26 (02:26 AM)

Benjamin leaned back in his chair to listen to Weuste give his speech. " So often when we look back, and I don't care how old you are, I think this is close to universal, we have a tendency to either apply so much nostalgia to a memory that it ceases to be real, or we second guess our own actions so greatly that our own internal judgment clouds the truth of the moment," he heard, which immediately set him to thinking.

 

Maybe that's my problem, he thought, worrying his ring around his finger. Remembering the good times more so than the bad, remembering the early days with Iris rather than the terrible end. Of course, if that were the case, he noted, maybe I wouldn't have become an alcoholic.

 

He shook his head from where he had been woolgathering just in time to hear the end of the speech and join in the applause. He applauded again as they presented Weuste and Crawford with a gift, though he was far enough back that he couldn't quite tell what it was. The two officers looked quite pleased with it, though, so he smiled happily, as well. As the gifts were presented, the shutters to began to open, and Benjamin was treated to a front-row seat, looking out over the old girl. She was quite majestic, even if she was tired and old. A tug towed her out of the shipyard inch by inch, headed for her new berth at the Starfleet Museum.

 

"Last year, the decision was made to replace the Gettysburg with one of the new Beckett-class Star Cruisers," Admiral Braggins resumed. "The subsequent suspension of the project necessitated a new replacement. The Star Fleet Corps of Engineers has spent the last several years working on a new design of long-range exploration vessel, equivalent in size and firepower to our current Heavy Cruisers but with top of the range systems; the very best that Research and Development can offer. It is perhaps fitting that the oldest of Star Fleet's Heavy Cruisers, Star Fleet's oldest commissioned vessel, should be replaced by the newest."

 

As one tug finished towing out the Gettysburg, another started pulling another ship in. It wasn't as large as the Gettysburg, and oddly shaped; it had an angular prow, and a steeper vertical incline. It was sleek and aerodynamic, with lines that tickled an itch in his brain that he just couldn't quite place. He recognized the dynamics of it from somewhere. The saucer and engineering section were merged with little in the way of a neck, a long and broad ridge running down the dorsal to the shuttlebay, and the nacelle pylons were steeply angled. It was beautiful, and quite an amazing ship to behold. The teal coloration was odd, but just added to the allure of the vessel.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first production vessel of the Vesta class. The USS Artemis!"

 

He remembered now: the journal he had been reading on shore leave about slipstream drive. The Vesta was supposed to be the first class of ship to come equipped with it, and it looked to revolutionize space travel as much as the Transwarp Gates had, only without the intensive infrastructure needed. It was an amazing ship, and he wished he could be aboard her.

 

As the applause continued, his brain kicked him. The only reason to unveil this ship at this ceremony would be if Captain Crawford were being assigned to command her. Maybe that's why we haven't gotten orders yet, he thought. Though to be fair, she hadn't been given the ship yet. He just waited to see what would happen next, and hoped beyond hope he'd get to put his hands on those engines himself.


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#52 Adm Daniel Wueste

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Posted Star Date 21902.19 @ 04:51 (04:51 AM)

The Admiral was both pleasantly surprised, and in no small way relieved, by the positive response his speech received.  It had been some time since he had been expected to speak extemporaneously, especially before a crowd of this size.  It was good to know he hadn't completely lost his touch.

 

Paul's gift, presented to them by two rather nervous looking support staffers, was both thoughtful and appropriate.  After reading over the plaque replica and eyeing the small scale replica of the Gettysburg, he looked over to Crawford and saw her appearing to enjoy her iteration of the gift every bit as much as he.

 

They closed their boxes at almost the same moment and, as they did so, Tyra said, "You made a wonderful choice on the quote. It couldn't have been more fitting for all of her accolades." 

 

"Thank you, it seemed to make sense at the time, I'm glad it still does." He replied, his words, and the accompanying smile, warm and genuine.

 

The gift box cradled under one arm, he stood otherwise at attention as the Federation Anthem play and the Getty began her slow departure from the spacedock.

 

As Gettysburg cleared the dock, another tug appeared, its tractor beam pulling behind it a new ship.

 

With that new ship's arrival, Paul began to provide context for her arrival and introduced her as the USS Artemis.

 

He'd been briefed in advance about the Vesta Class and the assignment of Artemis as Gettysburg's spiritual successor.

 

What he had not known was the bit about a Beckett Class vessel having originally been planned.

 

Had he a beverage to spit out, he might have done it.

 

Tyra lucked out.  Though Thomas might have attended for that.  It would have been an event so awkward, I suspect he'd have found it hard to resist.

 

As Artemis settled in her birth and Paul's introduction came to a close, Dan leaned in towards Tyra and said, "Congratulations, Captain.  She's a fine ship."

 

Then he added, his voice closer to a whisper now, "I hadn't known that a Beckett Class ship was lined up for this before the powers that be decided to pull the line from active production.  I'd say we both dodged a bullet with that decision... I'm not sure if you know this, but Thomas told me at the USS Beckett's christening what the next production vessel in the class would have been.  So enjoy the Artemis and never forget how close you came to being assigned the USS Wueste."

 

 


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#53 Cdr Edward Gregg

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Posted Star Date 21902.20 @ 13:22 (01:22 PM)

Ed listened at a bearded Admiral with an eye patch gave a brief history of the Gettysburg. He noticed that the Admiral had skipped the destruction of the Avenger by the Gettysburg and that he knew the Admiral. It was odd to see Paul Braggins after what felt like a very long time. The beard and eye patch had certainly thrown him. He’d heard about the Getty and the Avenger shortly after the return from Sarin IV. There was a lot he didn’t understand, but he was probably one of the few that remembered.

It seemed odd to relieve a Captain of their command of a vessel to decommission a vessel. It was probably something centuries old from Terran naval custom, but that was probably how Starfleet liked to do things since Earth joined the Federation. Admiral Wueste gave a speech very much from the heart and Ed wondered if that was what Paul had been counting on. With too much time to prepare a speech could be very dull.

It was intriguing that the Getty would become a museum exhibit, but it was a fitting end for a faithful vessel. M’Rok had great admiration for the history of the Gettysburg. Ed wished they’d left B’el’th paH on better terms. Tyra and Admiral Wueste were presented with a replica of the Getty’s dedication plaque and model of the Getty in the style when they had been in Command. It was nice to see the Getty going to join some notable vessels.

Paul went on to reveal the crew’s new home. A newly minted Vesta class vessel called Artemis. It was a surprise to hear that the Getty was initially to be replaced by a Beckett class vessel. The mishap on the Beckett’s maiden voyage had scuppered what could have been a promising vessel. All Ed had hope that the Vesta class would makes its mark like the Zeus and Avenger classes. Preferably a good mark.
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