.
>
> "Slow to sublight, aye.", Donovan was more formal with the Captain on the bridge
> than his usual. He was as new as the Captain was to the ship, but had not had the
> same amount of time to get to know him as the chief engineer. There would be time
> for that later. This tour was just at the start.
> "Bring us in on a shallow azimuth, and then come about and stand aloof."
> He just had to ask, "Out of curiosity, Captain, just how does one stand aloof
> while holding position next to a starbase?" Donovan's fun, comical side.
> Besides, it would give an openning for the Captain and the Ops. Manager to get to
> know one another.
Colin's smile grew warmer. "Mr. Black," he said with a sigh that made it sound like a
lament. "Perhaps ye are a bit remiss in your understandin' of the terms of the
profession from which we've sprung. To stand aloof to is position one's ship to
windward of the quarry, or in this place, the dock. Windward being, of course, the
superior position. Since there is not actually wind, as we understand it, out here in
the great expanse, ye have but to choose the superior tactical position in order to
satisfy your old salt of a captain."
> It wasn't a large ship. It wasn't a ship with wide renown. It wasn't the
> flagship of the fleet, or of any fleet for that matter.
>
> But it was a grand ship. And it was his ship.
>
> Captain Colin Fitzgerald knew every centimeter of her. He had disassembled and
> reassembled most of her over the past couple of weeks, along with his new chief
> engineer, who he was perhaps overly fond of.
>
> Lt Commander Kimberly Wells was everything her personnel file had said she would
> be: Cranky, irritable, hot-tempered, foul-mouthed and often insubordinate.
> This, Colin assumed, was why a Lt. Commander rather than a mere Lt or perhaps
> even an LTjg had been assigned to this small a ship, with such a new CO.
>
> What LtC Wells' file hadn't detailed, however, and what Colin was quickly
> growing to appreciate, was the sheer mechanical genius of the young woman. She
> understood the workings and the guts of this ship better, he had to assume, than
> some of the ship's designers and builders.
>
> And, he allowed himself to reflect, she did have a rather pleasing carriage.
>
> Wells, not the ship.
>
> Though the Centurian cut a rather fine figure herself, she was no match for the
> rather slight (he had quickly learned not to call her 'petite') blond with the
> long hair bound back and often tied up, with eyes of green that rivaled any he'd
> ever encounted in his native Ireland.
>
> Colin was making his way upward from the lower decks, using the access ladders
> as was his fashion. On a ship this small it was, to his way of thinking, the
> very characterization of sloth to use the lifts. Also, on a ship this size,
> there was little exercise to be had except that of navigating the decks.
>
> Moments later he emerged onto the bridge - his bridge - and took a moment to
> quickly survey and appreciate his domain. It was a small command, but it was a
> command. And it was his.
>
> And therefore, it was a glorious command, on a very grand a ship.
>
> Colin was not an impressive looking man. He was on the short side of medium,
> with full but flat chestnut hair and hazel eyes that twinkled of their own
> accord, certainly due to the mischievious Celtic spirit within. His father's
> fathers had walked quarterdecks all the way back through the earliest of
> spacefaring days and, in fact, back through even the earliest of seafaring days.
> His most prized collection was the complete set of "Fitzgerald's Musings on
> Travel at Sea (or Deep Space)" the first published in 1791 by an oh-so-great
> grandfather, the very latest published only 25 years before, updated by his
> grandfather. He was already at work on his own volume, which would include a
> bit more poetry than its prequels.
>
> "Mr. Carrick," he said, his deep Irish brogue curling around each of the vowels
> and spinning them as it let them go. "I have the conn."
>
> "Aye, sir," Lt Carrick, the navigator and officer of the watch responded,
> immediately vacating the center seat. "Captain has the conn."
>
> "Anything of consequence to report, Mr. Carrick?" Captain Fitzgerald asked as he
> eased himself into his captain's seat.
>
> "Starbase 311 hailed us just moments ago, Captain," Carrick reported. "Hizzoner
> is expecting you."
>
> "Aye, as is fitting," Colin said, the nautral smile sneaking across his face.
> "ETA, Mr. Carrick?"
>
> "Five minutes, sir."
>
> Colin nodded, waiting out the next four minutes as the tiny speck in the center
> of the viewscreen slowly grew and took on the shape of an imposing, if
> backwater, Starbase. "Slow to sublight, then, Mr. Black, if you please," Colin
> said to ops manager.
>
> "Slow to sublight, aye.", Donovan was more formal with the Captain on the bridge
> than his usual. He was as new as the Captain was to the ship, but had not had
> the same amount of time to get to know him as the chief engineer. There would
> be time for that later. This tour was just at the start.
>
> "Bring us in on a shallow azimuth, and then come about and stand aloof."
>
> He just had to ask, "Out of curiosity, Captain, just how does one stand aloof
> while holding position next to a starbase?" Donovan's fun, comical side.
> Besides, it would give an openning for the Captain and the Ops. Manager to get
> to know one another.
>
> {response}
>
>
> OOC: Damn, it's good to be back. I'm dipping my toe in the water with Captain
> Fitzgerald and ,hopefully, I'll bring back my other characters soon. Good to be
> gaming with you folks again!!
>
> {OOC: It is great to have you back.}
>
> Co-GM of the Spacedock/JSOC Game
>
>
> Characters:
> Adm. Samuel Lasiter,
> RAdm. Markus Garibaldi,
> Ambassador Marconis, and a host of others.
>
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