Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineer) in Starbase 257 - Arrival of the Viking crew
Posted by Commander Michelle Allen (Acting Captain) in Starbase 257 - Arrival of the Viking crew
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Starbase 257 - Arrival of the Viking crew
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It had felt like a longer journey on the USS Pennington than it actually was. Michelle had spent her days writing reports and checking in with the various members of the crew.
When they finally arrived at Starbase 257, it felt like she could finally breathe and start to put what had happened behind her.
Walking down the gangway and into the Starbase, she felt the buzz of activity, excitement and curiosity surrounding their arrival. She had been informed that many of their new crew had already arrived at the Starbase and was waiting patiently for new orders. She herself didn’t even know what would become of them, if they would be given a new ship, or simply given new assignments.
She was greeted at the end of the gangway by a Starbase NE from the security department, holding a PaDD and giving out assignments for temporary quarters.
“Commander Michelle Allen,” She said, looking at him sternly.
“Ahh, yes,” The NE said. “You have been assigned temporary living quarters Beta-Six-Three-Two-Nine. I also have a note here requesting that you report to the Fleet Commander’s office at your earliest convenience.”
“Of course,” Michelle said flippantly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears. “Have all the crew of the Viking been accounted for?”
The NE nodded. “We are still disembarking the remainder of the crew from the Pennington, but I believe there are no discrepancies from your crew roster.”
“Very well,” Michelle said. “Carry on.”
She stood to the side to watch as the crew she barely knew exited the Pennington and made their way onto the Starbase.
-Commander Michelle Allen
“You alright Captain?” Peter said to the Acting Captain, despite the fact that they no longer had a ship he felt the title was necessary for crew morale, they’d already lost too many friends. In his right hand he held a curved sabre in a hilt and in his left he held a photo frame.
Michelle sighed. “Yes.” She said flatly, looking at him, squinting her eyes slightly as she tried to remember his name. “Sigmundsson is it? I’ve been summoned to the Fleet Commander’s office. No doubt he wants a report of what happened.” She sighed softly. “What’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the items he was holding. “Things you were able to recover from the ship?”
Kristi had gotten separated from Mike at some point that morning when they were boarding at the Station. Sighing as she got off, she murmured a quick hello to the Captain, not wanting to intrude on the conversation she was in. Stepping off to the side, a small bag on her shoulder, she sighed looking at the CIO’s sword. In her bag were a couple things she had acquired on the way to the Station. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to recover anything from her room before it was part of the vanished part of the ship. Except for a few pictures she believed she still had in her personal files, she wasn’t really missing anything she couldn’t live without.
Leaning on the wall, letting the bag slide to the floor beside her, she waited for Mike and hoped he hadn’t gotten off first and already taken off.
Ens. Kristi O’Larria
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