Flown the Nest

Posted on Sat Mar 12th, 2016 @ 8:36pm by Admiral Steve Malloway

Mission: https://thrinacia.14thfleet.com/index.php/sim/missions/id/1
Location: Command Deck, Starbase Thrinacia
Timeline: 1100 hours

OOC: For us Admirals to unwind and character build a little.

IC:

[b]Command Control, Main Operations Room[/b]

As always with a Starbase, the main focal point was in the Main Operations Room. Thrinacia was obviously no different. With her being the Main Base of Operations for the Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet there was always so much going on, whether it were deployment for the sector, or simple supply runs or trade conferences.

Today was no different.

Admiral Malloway stood in the centre of the room, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked up at the main viewscreen taking up not far off the full length of the front wall to the room, waiting for an answer from the Cardassian delegate he had been speaking with for nearly 20 minutes. All over a disagreement - or rather a breach - in the rules regarding the latest trade conference.

"Admiral, I really must insi-" started the Cardassian, but was cut short by Steve holding up his hand to stop him.

"Delegate Helak, my stance will not change on this matter. You can insist as much as you wish. If you and your party wish to transport aboard and participate in this conference then you, just like all others, must adhere to the rules and regulations." The Admiral paused, watching the Cardassian on the screen. The look he saw was not promising, it was clear this 'Helak' was bound to try and sneak his produce on the station in some manner or other. And it didn't take a Betazoid to see that. "Mr Helak, Delegate, if you bring anything aboard my station, aboard a Federation Starship or Base, or aboard any other facility or vessel within this region I will be forced to take matters further... and trust me when I say you do not wish me to do that. Malloway out." He turned, gesturing with a swipe to his neck that the communications should be cut. They were, and the Cardassian disappeared from the screen to be replaced with an external view of the space surrounding the Starbase.

"Sir, think they'll still risk it?" Asked a Commander from the Comm. Station.

Steve nodded, looking to the Commander. "I do, Mr Narger. Send the details to the Security Chief - make sure they're extra vigilant with the Cardassians. And not just these ones, but all. I don't want to find out they've swapped the cargo to another ship to get it here." The Commander nodded to the Admiral and began working at his console to carry out the orders. "And Narger, get someone else up here to over you, get some rest. My rotation spies tell me you haven't left your station since the Fleet were deployed."

Before the Commander could say a thing Steve had made his usual facial expression that signified that was not a request, so hop to it. The Commander simply smiled.

The viewscreen showed a pretty empty area of space, save for the standard traffic. Most of the 14th Fleet were now out on their missions, returning from missions, or starting up their Shakedowns in the surrounding sectors. The nest was starting to feel empty. More so than it had since the Fleet's conception, and the Admiral couldn't help but feel immense pride that the teams under his and John's jurisdiction were the best of the best, and were now actually able to prove it.

"Lieutenant, I'll be in my Office." The Admiral called out as he walked across the deck, then calling over his shoulder. "Don't make me remind you to disappear from duty for a while, Commander!" Narger looked over to the Admiral's Office doors as they hissed shut.