Coming aboard

[Lt Britt Keyren]

Brit walked along the Promenade of the Starbase, looking for the dock that her new home, the Defiant, was docked at. After minutes of searching, she found it, much to her relief

She walked up to the entrance to the pylon, where two security men were standing and talking. She over heard a couple things as she walked up, things she was not too pleased to hear: Women that they've score with and who they'd want to score with. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat to announce her presense

Both men turned to look at her, one gave her the appraising eye. She ignored it and offered her PADD "Ensign Brit Keyren, Navigational Officer" She announced verbally

Mr. Appraising eyes barely glanced at her PADD before handing it back "You can pass, sweetheart" he said with a leering grin. Again, she ignored it "Thank you" She said in a clipped tone

As she passed by she felt a hand pat her butt. That she couldn't ignore. She turned and promptly slapped the taste out of the cuprit's mouth "You ever touch me again and I will personally remove that hand." She told the slightly stunned officer, producing a Sai from her person, and showing that she wasn't afraid to use it

She turned on her heel and left the two surprised security officers, she hearing the culprit's buddy tell him that she's got spunk and he better watch out for her. Damn straight, she mused to herself as she walked into the ship to report in to the Captain on the Bridge

[Sinopa Pallaton]

He watched as the star base came into view. And perhaps for the hundredth time he asked himself what the hell he was doing here. Apart from laughing to himself, remembering the day he, Poia, Katoyis, and Napiw got in the hovercraft driving to the Black Hills. He was visiting some family on Terra Prime. Once there they all got out and after a day of heavy drinking and hang over, they all went and signed up for the Imperial Space Fleet.

He was not obligated to sign up, but it seemed like a good drunken idea. Sinopa was so wasted he completely forgot they did that. But the Imperial Space Fleet didn't forget. So here he was. He was luckier then his friends since he would be ships interrogator and counselor. They teased him saying he had a cushion job.

The shuttle docked Sinopa yawned almost at the same time, he laughed was this an omen? He was up late the night before. His brother threw a party for the four friends. He left the reservation later then he should have almost missing the shuttle. Standing to his full 6 feet 4 inch frame he stretched before grabbing his duffel bag. He threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, before tieing it back in the typical pony tail many of them wore.

Walking off the shuttle he checked the time, seeing he still had some time he went and got a drink. He sat there positioned to watch the various people, a part of him wished he was not here and yet another part wanted to be here, seeing what was out there.

Taking a last gulp of his drink he got off the bar stool walking to the shuttle he felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. Sinopa Pallaton you fool, was his entire thought.

He handed the guard his orders and stared him down. His padd was returned to him, he walked down the ramp to the open airlock. He heard one guard say, "I'll be damned I never saw a real Indian before." Sinopa smiled stopping himself from laughing, he went directly to the quartermaster for his quarters, and the other things they would assign him.

Once in his quarters he unpacked those things he didn't want ruined. He would fix his quarters later. He left the room and went to find where he was to report in.

[Lt. Commander Asano Nitobe]

He preferred to do things his way. He didn;t like to let people know where he was coming from, or where he was heading. It was his way. His training that he sought out. He was taught to be invisible to his enemies. How to hide in a crowd. Even these ancient techniques were able to confound modern technology.

The old Arco sled was approaching the Defiant. It had a dampening field amking it undetectable. No one on ship or station was looking for anything like that.

He came up alongside the mighty ship. She was Impressive. He had studied her. As operations officer he would know every inch of the ship and what she was capable of.

He activated the internal transort controls. Once he beamed in, the Arco sled would disintegrate undetected.

He took a brief moment to meditate and keep his focus. To stop his last memory of Hosachi from clouding his mind. His pain was his own and would remain such. The hope still stayed in the back of his mind that perhaps someday, he would have an opportunity to kill those responsible.

He knew exactly where the Operations Office was, and set the controls to go directly there. He would make a quick inspection and then report to the XO That he was aboard.

The OPS crew wasn't even aware he was there when he transported in. They turned in surprise to see him standing behind them.

"I am Commander Nitobe. I would like a full status report immediately on all ship's Systems. I will exprect it on my desk when I return from seeing the Executive officer."

He dropped his bags on the floor. "Have the quartermaster secure these in my quarters."

He left the Department.

[Captain Jeff Addison]

Addison adjusted the black gloves on his uniform. The black leather jacket of this dress uniform contrasted with the gold chain sash draped across his shoulder. He was never one for pomp and circumstance, but it wasn't everyday you met the first to Captains of the Imperial fleet. One now a former Emperor and the other running the Imperial Naval Star Academy. He met Christienne once as a Midshipman. If you call meeting being one of many 'snot nosed' pukes dreaming of Imperial glory. For Addison, it had become a reality, but he was sure that at least sixty percent of his fellow recruits were dead.

He had gotten to the Defiant early and looked over its array of shuttles. He chose the Jupiter for two reasons. One-It was their only attack runabout and he knew that Blackledge was famous for liking muscle. Two- It was a runabout and offered plush comfort when outfited for it, as he had it done now. He was to meet the two on the roof landing pad on the Palace in Memphis. The Emperor was not present, but gave them both free run of the palace. As he entered the atmosphere he flew past the valley of the kings. He loved looking at those ruins it gave him a sense of history. Even the Klingons could not completely destroy them and they tried. It was buried too deep. He finally swung toward his final descent and landed the runabout softly. He was a Captain and it was a great achievement, but he had Imperial history getting into this shuttle and Addison would trust no one with that, but himself.

[Cmdr Dominique Fleury]

Sloan had spent the morning reviewing the finalized list of officers and crew for Defiant, memorizing their strengths and weaknesses, determining primarily by instinct, which were likely to be assets and which liabilities. Afterward, he'd flown out to Giza. Thousands of years after it had been built, it was still imbued with the power of the ancient Pharaohs. For an exorbitant fee, Sloan had been able to leave the shuttle and walk into the desert unaccompanied. He laid his hand on one of the great limestone blocks of the pyramid of Khufu. This represented true power. It was said that in a dream, Thutmose IV had been promised kingship by the Sphinx. Sloan has never been visited by the Sphinx, but out here, you felt as if you could draw from the immortal dreams of the kings buried in these sands.

Of the three Imperial seats, Memphis was Sloan's favorite and he'd been pleased to have the excuse to visit again, but judging by the angle of the sun, it was about an hour past noon. Sloan dusted off his hands and wiped a trickle of sweat from the back of his reddening neck. He'd have to be getting back soon. If he was late for the ceremony for any reason, he could kiss his own dreams good bye. Using a hand to shade his eyes, he looked up at the brilliant blue sky. Earth station wouldn't be visible, but he knew where it was and Defiant was waiting there.

[Lt cmdr Darius F. Larson]

Darius stood watching the course of the shuttle traveling across the starfilledd sky his deploymentto his post was aleready a day late as is he dispised delays and this one only made him feel like an ass pacing the shuttles docking area as he hears the sounds of the locks sealing contemplating his future the constant stratagist thinking over every movement patience he decided we shall see what thefuture holds he thought. Shrugging looking down over himself he body a road map to pain simple two diminsional vision blurring slightly as he looks down at his academy ring a formal reflection of his civil and military training that had held him steady thru what already seemed like a thousand wars in a million wide sweeping fields of war truely this was the nature of his element closing his eye and the doors hissed open sensing everything around him in vivid detail every voice and soul enhanced. the voice of the shuttle pilot eching in his head redoubledd saying " alright commander your on " smiling to himself eye still closed tight "Indeed thanks for the lift chief " giving little more than a nod as he exited the shuttle for the lights and sensations of the ship smelling the fresh clean perfect air " That can,t last long " he said to himself remembering the once prestine homeworld of betazed he had come from so many years ago the war torn over turned temples and the ruined cities of the future promosed by the council, Peace? fat chance he thought instinctively rounding a corner finally opening that eye once more making good time for the turbolift his orders clutched tight in his hand. Doors sliding open on thier motion dectetcors hearing the click and whirl of the components senses truely enhanced hearing keen so he spoke softly"bridge" a man of few words the turbolift responded carrying him on his course skyward.

[Lt cmdr Darius F. Larson]

several moments later the turbolift doors explode onto the bridge with a small smile atthe guard on watch darius simply raises his orders and a challanging look almost snarling at the young man "LT commander Darius Larson chief tactician reporting I suggest you inform your captain i've arrived" closees his hands behind his back standing perfectly at parade rest a position that with slightly bent knees he could hold for hours on end.

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