Posted by Captain Christopher Johnson (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Captains Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Katherine Pierce (Chief of Security) in Main Sim: Captains Arrival

Posted by Captain Christopher Johnson (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Captains Arrival
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Location: USS Endike (Intrepid Class)

There was one hour to go before the promotion ceremony was to take place and Christopher Johnson was onboard the USS Endike the ship that was to take him to his new command and his new home the USS Constellation. Standing in front of a large mirror stood a tall browned haired man with sky blue eyes clothed in a standard issue command dress uniform with 2 gold and one black pip attached to his colour this showed that Christopher was currently a Lieutenant Commander. Johnson Concluded getting ready by gently placing a com badge onto the left-hand side of his chest. Looking at himself through the mirror the Lt Cmdr observed himself from his head to his shoes checking that his uniform and personal grooming were in pristine condition.

Stepping out of his quarters the officer pivoted on his left heel and headed down the corridor and towards the nearest turbolift moments later he arrived there. Tapping gently, Johnson pressed the call button on the panel next to the turbolift in order to alert the computer system that someone wished the bored the lift. It had taken mere seconds for the turbolift to arrive and when it did its hydraulic controlled doors swished open allowing for a crew member to occupy the currently vacant turbocart. Stepping inside Chris stood in the centre of the cart and began to communicate with the ship’s computer. =^= Deck 1, Conference room =^= came the simple command from the pristine dressed officer. Having reached his predetermined location Chris exited the turbo card and headed down the long corridor until he reached a set of doors next to them read the words Conference Room. Standing still at the entrance to the conference room Christopher Johnson stood up straight and tapped the chime alerting the occupant of the room that someone was outside requesting access to the room.

“Enter” came the stern words of a Human male. Watching as the doors opened the officer stepped in and approached the desk where he came to the position of attention and observed the ships Captain, Executive Officer and an Admiral from Starfleet operations stood behind a desk. “At ease Lt Cmdr” spoke the Admiral “Aye Sir” spoke the young officer in reply.

“Now let us begin” the Admiral began by saying picking up a PaDD with his left hand and reading its content aloud. “For continued exemplary conduct in two executive officer position and for dedicated service towards his previous postings and fellow officers Lieutenant Commander Christopher Johnson is hereby promoted to the rank of Captain and assigned command of the Mythology Class starship USS Constellation. Congratulations Captain” spoke the Starfleet captain in a concise yet kind manner. “Thank you” spoke the newly promoted captain in an attempt to conceal his eagerness and excitement.

“We will rendezvous with the Constellation in 42 minutes until then I suggest you pack your belongings and report to the bridge in 30 minutes. Once again congratulations. Dismissed” spoke the Admiral.

“Aye Sir” came to the polite clear response.

Location Bridge 30 minutes later:

The Turbolift doors opened and out stepped Captain Johnson onto the bridge walking around the multitude of consoles Chris approached the Admiral and spoke. “Reporting as ordered sir” he spoke then remaining silent once again. “Take a seat Captain we are 12 minutes out your ship will be on the view screen in a second,” he spoke. “Aye,” he spoke taking a seat observing the viewscreen as he did. “There she is” spoke the Admiral as the Captain observed a large starship consume the majority of the view screen the Constellation was currently holding position 0.6 lightyears away.

“Communications, Hailing frequencies” spoke the captain of the vessel.

“Channel Open” responded the Crewman at the Comms station.

=^= USS Constellation, this is the USS Endike transporting your new CO to your location. Please Respond. =^= the communication played out across the Constellations bridge were the XO was sat in the centre seat.

Captain Louis Harvatt

A voice came back over the radio, =^= Sorry, nobody is home!=^=

Totally not Amze Ezma (XO)

“Ahh the funny side of the chips crew” mumbled Johnson as he observed the viewscreen activate and come into focus. Once focused the viewscreen revealed a human male sat in the captain’s chair dressed in a command red uniform brandishing the pips that signified the rank of Lt Cmdr.

Captain Chris Johnson, CO

At the tactical station, Pierce glanced over at the XO. “Sir, I don’t think he’s buying it.”

-Pierce

Amze looked at the puppet that she had placed in the command chair. Tugging the strings that controlled it’s movements, she had it move it’s arms in a dismissive manner, “And what I mean by that is that we are all terribly sick!” Pressing a pedal of the ground, a string attached to the back of the neck was pulled and pea soup launched from the puppet’s mouth, “Oh woe is us, we may not be able to make it. Send help never.”

Amze Ezma (totally not pretending to be sick XO)

Giggling Chris rose to his feet and turned to the Endike’s CO permission to depart and assume command captain” he spoke in a polite manner attempting to keep a proffesional expression upon his face. “Be my guest” spoke the CO in responce.

Having exited the bridge via its main turbolift Chris made his way towards transporter room 4 the closest transporter room to his current location.Turning left on a long winding corridor Johnson entered the fourth transporter room that the Endike had. Stepping onto the transporter pad the captain spoke to the Transporter Chief. “Chief beam me to my new ready room please” asked the chief politly giggling. “Aye sir” spoke the chief before activating the transporter beam.

For several seconds the transporters beam engulfed the male captain taking him from the transporter room in one blink and into his ready room the next. Once the transportation proccess had taken place Chris observed what would now be his ready room a fairly sized yet mediocre room. “Changes will be needed to take place here” he said allowed before straitening his uniform and heading out of the ready room doors and onto the bridge. Remaining silent positioned directly outside the ready room and in the corner of the bridge Chris simply remained silent and waited to see what could possibly happen next. The idea that he was a serious captain with a not so serious crew repeatidly struck throughout his mind.

Captain Chris Johnson, CO

As soon as the door started to open, Amze threw the strings at the nearest crew member and vaulted over the railing into her chair. As soon as the Captain came out, she was sitting in the XO chair looking completely innocent, while the poor crew member (who actually took quite a few naps while on duty so she didn’t feel too bad about it) looked rather bewildered at what was going on.

Amze Ezma (XO)

Giggling Chris approached the centre of the bridge peering around as he did. “Commander Amze Ezma I presume” observing the red command uniform and three gold pips. “Yes your name and file comes with a word of warning.” he went on to say now standing directly in front of the center seat were the Executive officer currently sat.

Johnson, CO

With a completely innocent look on her face, Amze just smiled, “I have no idea why that would be on there Captain, I have done nothing but serve this ship to the best of my ability.” Making discreet hand signals, the Klingon officer holding a bucket of acid behind the captain slowly backed away and innocently walked into the turbo lift.

Amze Ezma (XO)

“I guess in time I will build my own opinion of you” Christopher Johnson began by saying in response to the Executive Officers response. Remaining silent, whilst listening to the turbolift active Captain Johnson straightened his uniform and spoke “Join me in my ready room please Commander Ezma” he spoke in a polite manner concealing the concerns he currently had regarding the mannerisms of the bridge crew.

Christopher Johnson (CO)

Getting up nervously, Amze nodded at Kron the Klingon, who proceeded to pull out a big red button from the back of his uniform. If things went too far south, he was to hit it. She didn’t know exactly what it would do, but it couldn’t be worse than being demoted. Making sure to keep the Captain’s eyes on her, she spoke, “Well sir, shall we go?”

Amze Ezma (XO)

“Please you first” the man spoke in a sceptical manner.

Chris Johnson (CO)

Pierce looked back and forth for a moment, then gave a casual shrug as she made her way to the center chair. Even if it was just a few minutes, if the Commander and the new Cap’n were both away from the bridge, that put her in charge. Which made the poor helmsman start to involuntarily tremble.

“Steady as she goes,” Pierce said.

“Um.. Sir. We’re still … docked, aren’t we?” the Helmsman asked.

-Pierce, COS

“Your the helmsman you tell us” giggles an NE engineer who could be found perched behind the secondary engineering station.

NE Engineer

Stepping into the ready room, Amze made sure to press a small button in her palm that disabled all of the traps in the room. It would not do to try anything until she had a grasp of the new captain’s skills.

Amze Ezma (XO)