> > Russco, who had just finished reading his orders, added, "Admiral,
> >thank you. Not just for the promotion, but for listening to us here in
> >the field. Mr. Trell and I will do our absolute best and then some to
> >make sure that you are proud of your decision and of us. Thank you."
> >Both men were speaking honestly and with a genuine sincereity (sp). They
> >were not ass kissers. However, their honor and happiness was tempered by
> >the realization that they were not responsible for not only for
successful
> >operations, but for the lives of the men under their new command. As
> >happy as they were they were also feeling the weight of the change.
>
> That pleased Kitanya most of all. These were people who understood the
> gravity of what had come to them, and they were sobered, and perhaps even
a
> little frightened by it. That was good. That meant they would think
about
> that responsibility every time they gave an order that put lives in
danger,
> and they would not do so hastily or without reason.
>
> "I'm surrre you will do well, gentlebeings. I can see by yourrr
> rrreactions that I made the rrright choice." She stood, and stepped away
> from the desk. "It's all yourrrs, Brrrevit Commanderrr," she said,
> gesturing to the chair. "I have to be away to anotherrr post, so I leave
> this in yourrr capable hands. Take carrre of yourrr people, Mrrr.
Rrrusco.
> They'rrre my people too, you know."
>
he smiled replying, "Yes, sir."
>
> "Well, as yourrr firrrst act, you can grrarnt me perrrmission to
deparrrt,"
> she said, smiling.
>
He looked at Trell, who nodded in response. "Permission granted,
Vice Admiral Kitanya. Please trevel in peace." again smiling with a slight
smile. Russco found a CO he actually liked.
>
> "I have one little thing to do, and then I'll be away." She offered her
> hand in the human gesture. "Good luck, Commanderrr."
>
"Thank you again, sir."
>
> She repeated the gesture to Trell. "Good luck, Lt."
>
"Thank you, Admiral." Trell replied.
As she left they started talking about the station and what had to be done
to start things off on the right foot. The decided to call off all
operations for 48 hours to let the teams rest and to outline some
operational changes.......
>
> She bowed to both of them in her culture's gesture of respect, then went
> out into Ops. Going over to the communications console, she asked the
> crewman in charge to step aside for a moment, then keyed the PA.
> "Attention all hands. This is Vice Admirrral Kitanya. Underrr my
> authorrrity as commanding admirrral of special operrrations, as of now,
> Brrrevit Commanderrr Rrrusco is the new commanding officerrr of Grrranite
> Outpost. Lt. Trrrell is the new executive officerrr. The orrrderrrs have
> been posted to the post's databanks and arrre on theirrr way to
Starrrfleet
> Command. I would like to perrrsonally congrrratulate them as well as wish
> them well in theirrr new positions. I feel you arrre all in good hands.
> That is all." She signed off and thanked the communications officer and
> headed back to her shuttle via her quarters, grabbing her small bag before
> climibing in and heading out.
>
When she departed Granite Outpost she checked the information for
the next base. It was already there in her craft's systems as her trusty
Magna Roman assistant pormised. She read it over and decided that it may be
just what the doctor ordered. This base seemed to be a good choice to
visit. It looked well run, at least on the surface......
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