Training

Posted on Mon Jul 10th, 2017 @ 3:48pm by Fleet Admiral Mike K`Wor Bremer & Admiral Deela T'Lar & Admiral Phelan Ward

1,509 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Episode 94 - Return to Rashanar
Location: Starbase 400, Ops
Timeline: MD4 0900hrs 'Current'

ON:

Mike was up early. With all of Starbase 400's support ships home, including the task force that had helped restart the Rashanar Boneyard's clean up, it was looking to be a stress free morning.

Earlier that morning two more ships had arrived at Starbase 400, both arriving from the 40 Eridani A Fleet Yards. The Excelsior Refit class USS Crockett (NCC-38995) and Sovereign Refit Class USS Sentinel (NCC-79884). Mike had arrived in Ops to meet his old friend Admiral Ward, he had an offer for him.

Deela was in her office and came out to check on a few things. She caught some movement in her peripheral vision. When she turned to see who it was, she saw a medium height man looking like he was waiting for someone. She was going to walk up to him to see what he needed but Mike walked in. She nodded at Mike, then went back to what she was doing. She came to the conclusion that it was Mike he was waiting for.

Phelan was pacing in Ops. He has been enjoying his full retirement for the past 5 months, since he reached his term limit to be Governor of Alpha Centauri. His Star Fleet status was Reserve, since he retired from active duty 10 years ago. A couple of weeks ago, he recieved a message from his old friend, Mike, to meet him at Star Base 400. He stood there, in his civilian suit, as the Admiral walked in. "Good morning Mike. So, what is this all about?"

Mike gave a welcoming smile and motioned toward his office. As Ward walked that way, Mike made sure to do his morning walk though Ops to make sure everything was running smoothly.

He then proceeded to his office and took a seat at his desk. He decided to forego the usual 'how are you' talk and get right to the point. The pleasantries could wait til after.

Holding up a PADD, "I have your re-activation orders here. There's a lot of tensions these days and I need someone that can help train new officers but also command a task force when necessary." He handed to PADD to Ward.

Phelan took the PADD, and started to read it. One of his eyebrows raised up in a manner that would have made a Vulcan proud. He was not upset by the order. He knew that if Mike skipped to the chase, and gave him flat out orders, there was a degree of desperation involved. That, plus he lost track of who owed who a favor this time.

"Mike, I have no problems becoming your Training Coordinator, and your Reserve TFCO. I just have some, well, questions. First, who exactly am I training, and what am I training them to do? Second, even a Reserve TFCO will need a ship, in the event that you actually have to deploy me?"

Mike smirked, then stood. "Let's take a walk."

As they walked out of his office, Mike tapped his Comm-badge, "Admiral T'Lar please join me in Ops."

Once Deela came out of her office and stepped over, Mike made sure the two Admirals knew each other. "Admiral Deela T'Lar, Starbase 400's Executive Officer and Commanding Officer of the USS Essex, Admiral Phelan Ward, former Governor of Alpha Centauri and just roped back into active Starfleet service. I've asked him to take over the open Training Coordinator position that we can't seem to keep filled."

"I see." Deela gave a slight nod, "Admiral Ward, welcome to Starbase 400."

"Thank you. Your reputation commanding the Essex proceeds you." Phelan reflected back, remembering some of the Fleet Command Rosters he had to look at as a Task Group Commanding Officer.

Mike then lead them to a turbolift. Once inside, "Docking Bay, Level 134."

As the lift lowered them from Ops toward the Upper Observation Lounges Mike continued, "All officers and crewmembers need continued training. Not only will we have personnel passing through here waiting for ship assignments but our own personnel need refreshers too. Captain DaSilvor of the USS Conqueror recently joined the crew, he'll be directly helping to train Flight Control Officers. I'd like to have something in place for Operations, Engineering, and Security personnel too. I also want Security to start phaser certifying all Starfleet personnel as well. However, I want you to start with Command department Officers. Make sure they are ready to step up to command a ship in defense of the Station and the Kaleb system at least."

Ward took in every word that Mike was saying. He was actually getting excited that he had a purpose again.

The turbolift stopped and three Admirals walked over to the huge windows that looked out into the massive internal docking bay of Starbase 400. "As for your question about a ship, I thought this one would suite you." Mike smirked as he pointed to a ship Ward would recognize.

After looking at the ship, Deela observed the other two for a moment, waiting for the punchline.

Phelan marveled at the Sovereign Refit that took up the whole view port. He thought to himself that he could never get over the third nacelle that they gave them on their refit. Then his eyes shifted to the front of the saucer, and wondered that the huge device that was mounted there was. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he gazed on her hull number, NCC-79884. "Good gods!" he managed to say, with eyes wide open. Besides his late wife, and his family, his other true love was this ship that he now looked at with awe. His first, and only ship that he commanded, the USS Sentinel. "Mike, where did you find her?"

"She was docked at 40 Eridani A Fleet Yards after your mission against the Borg Transwarp Hub a little over a year ago. Starfleet refit her, then decided to mothball her instead of recommissing after the refit was complete. When I received permission from Starfleet Command to bring you back to active service I requested the Sentinel be sent here for you. She arrived and an hour before you did." Mike explained.

"Very sneaky Mike," Phelan said. Then a frown formed on his face. Patting his mid-section, Phelan asked," Um...Mike. I have been a politician for ten years. I kind of need a tailor for my uniforms."

Mike laughed, "There a few tailors on the Promenade. There is a more serious topic. A few week or so, both Deela and I will be undertaking a mission to the Delta Quadrant to bring aid to the Talaxian Asteroid Colony. Even at slipstream speeds it'll take us several days to get there. There's a planned joint fleet exercise planned. Federation, Klingon, Romulan Republic, Cardassian, and C'hakilian ships...and they'll all be arriving here over the next several days. K'Temoc will be in overall command. I'd like for you to assist him as needed. I'm not expecting trouble, but being so close to the border it might draw some unwanted attention."

"I understand, and of course I will help him." Ward answered.

Mike nodded. "Very good. Welcome aboard."

Mike then looked over at Deela, "How are we with planning and logistics for our trip to the Delta Quadrant?"

"It is coming along. I have called in a few favors and those supplies should be arriving tomorrow. I will be meeting with Dr. Hades, requesting him to take a quick inventory of our medical supplies and try to figure out what we can spare. Also during that time, I will be discussing with him about the medical team who will be going on that mission with us. Cargo bay two is being set up as we speak, to store the items until we can distribute them to our ships and the Lexington."

Deela remembered her conversation with him some weeks ago, "How is the Pegasus coming along? Will she be ready for the trip to the Delta Quadrant?"

"She's ready." Mike replied with a smile. "Then we'll depart in a week from today. That should give enough time for all supplies to arrive, inventoried, and loaded aboard the Pegasus, Essex, and Lexington."

"Good. One week should be sufficient for me to get things ready." She paused for a moment, "If you have no objections, I was thinking of assigning Dr. Hades for this mission."

"None at all." Mike replied. "I actually have a meeting with him scheduled for twelve hundred hours about the Chief Medical Officer position."

Deela nodded in acknowledgment, "Very well. I will be sure to keep you updated on my progress. Now if you will excuse me, I have a few more things to do before tomorrow.." She smiled at the Admiral, "Good day Admiral Ward."

"Likewise Admiral T'Lar." Ward answered back.

Mike nodded, then looked back at Ward. "Anything you need at this time, or do you just want to go visit your ship?"

"You know that I want to see her." Phelan said with a smile.

Ward headed toward his ship while Bremer headed back to his Office in Ops.

OFF:

RSS Feed