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Posted May 17, 2022, 10:12 a.m. by Malazan (Observer) (D Grisham)

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Arrival

Posted by Malazan (Observer) in Arrival

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Arrival
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Malazan stepped off the ramp of the shuttle Hercules that had brought her to the Event Horizon station in the Delta quadrant. Dar, curious eyes darted all around, taking in the sights and types of life forms and technology that surrounded her.

Excited to start her new assignment, she’d been quite restless during the trip and was feeling the need for a pick me up to fire up her attention and reaction times. Standing on the deck of the station, she watched as her considerable crates were unloaded and left on a hover cart near where she stood.
In full uniform and face paint, minus weapons, Mal felt a little conspicuous as she studied the individuals around her trying to see if someone was there to meet her.
While also trying to find a place where she might get a cup of strong coffee, a man approached on her right. “Excuse me, are you Omhyr Malazan?”

Brows raised. “Yes, I am. And you are?”

“I’m Mr McKenzie, part of the diplomatic team here in the Delta Quadrant. I’ve been looking for you for the last 24 hours.”

She gave a small smile, “I’ve been jumping from shuttle to shuttle trying to get here as quickly as I could but there was a delay with the Hercules.”

The man returned the smile and waived a hand back and forth between them as if to say, ‘no, no, no’. “I didn’t mean to imply anything, Omhyr Malazan, I was just…never mind.” He clasped his hands behind his body, looked over to where the hover cart was being guided by an Ensign toward another docking port and continued. “If you’ll come with me to the Valiant, another shuttle, I’m afraid, I’ll take you to the Manhattan. I’ve already notified them of your appearance here and they’ve dropped out of warp and are awaiting your arrival. The trip should take about nine hours.”

She was disappointed that Cochrane wasn’t there to meet her, but more so that another shuttle ride was involved. Drawing in a deep breath and centering herself, Mal nodded. “That’s fine, Mr McKenzie. Thank you for your trouble.”

“No trouble at all, ma’am. Please follow me.”


“You’ll want to wake up now, ma’am.” Mal sat bolt upright in her seat. “Mr McKenzie…I apologize. I didn’t know I’d fallen asleep.” The last several days of travelling had taken a toll on her normal sleeping routine.

“Nothing to apologize for, Omhyr. You aren’t the first to grab a nap on the way to their new ship. Many do it.” Then he pointed out the viewscreen. “That’s her…that’s the Manhattan. We’ve been cleared to land and the Captain is waiting to meet you.”

As the tractor beam drew the small ship in and guided it to a safe area, Mal shook herself awake and ran in place for a moment to get her blood pumping. When the hatch opened and she walked down the ramp, one would never know she’d been in deep sleep not ten minutes before.

—Malazan

Cochrane had received word that the new observer from… from… oh hell, he couldn’t remember right now but that was irrelevant to the fact that they were arriving in a few hours. So he made sure to let Darrach know and to make sure she had quarters ready. He made sure Forgrave had her security and access credentials assigned as well. No sensitive areas and no bridge access. They were, after all, a non-Federation affiliated species there to observe how the crew of the Manhattan dealt with other and perhaps heretofore unknown species on behalf of their own race. A race that up to this point was holding out on joining the Federation until they were satisfied that the Federation actually put their stated ideals into practice; and weren’t just trying to smooth talk them into joining. Cochrane stepped onto the lift from the Bridge and made his way to the shuttle bay, PaDD in hand and reviewing the file he had been sent.

Arriving at the shuttle bay as the shuttle itself came through the forcefield separating ship’s atmosphere from the vacuum of space, Cochrane made sure his red Command uniform and was presentable; and then stood relaxed with his hands and the PaDD behind his back. As Malazan stepped off the shuttle. He inclined his head slightly and fixed ice blue eyes on her and said “Omhyr Malazan. I am Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane, Commanding Officer of the USS Manhattan. Welcome aboard.” and extended a hand towards her.

Cochrane, CO

Mal quickly took in the man before her. Tall and slender with a commanding presence and eyes that made her smile a bit with their beautiful color. She grasped the hand held out to her in greeting. “Thank you for meeting me Captain Cochrane. I have been looking forward to my arrival ever since I was given the assignment.” She looked around the shuttle bay. It was spotless and very large. “Your Manhattan is very impressive. Much more considerable than any of our ships.”

—Malazan

“She is a fine ship, for certain. But I have been accused of being partial.” Cochrane said with a shake of her hand and a friendly smile. Letting and gesturing towards the door, he continued. “She is the preeminent science vessel in all of Star Fleet. Her size is due to the fact that she was constructed on a dreadnought hull, making her one of the largest ships in the fleet as well. Ideal for scientific exploration and extended deployment far from home.”

He led her through the door and into the passageway. “I’ll show you to your quarters first. Then, when you’re ready, I will give you a tour of the entire ship. You’ll have a chance to see and meet some of the crew and civilian contingent, as well as get a feel for the ship. Is that acceptable to you… forgive me. How do you wish to be addressed? Our cultural familiarization file was lacking in a few areas.”

Cochrane, CO

Following along at his side, Mal nodded as he explained what they had laid out for her first few days. “I am a soldier, Captain, and Omhyr is my rank. I looked at your military hierarchy and it is equivalent to Commander in your fleet. However, my name is Malazan and you are welcome to call me that outside of any professional situation.” She had no idea what would qualify as a ‘professional’ situation in her current position, but best to set some guidelines.

“How much freedom will I have on the Manhattan? What will be off limits?”

—Malazan


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