posted 03-29-2002 02:25 PM              

She sighed. That was now her ship - her first command. Under other circumstances, she would have been proud to command such a ship. But right now, it didn't feel right. She didn't want to have to take the place of a dead man...

"Sir." An ensign adressed her. She recognised him as one of the handful of surviving officers from the Hyperion.

"Yes?" Lain asked.

"Sir, the reception dinner is in just under half an hour - you said you wanted to be informed."
"Thank you, ensign." She nodded.

Sighing, she walked towards the turbolift. The reception for the Hyperion's new command staff was about to begin, and as captain, she couldn't be late.

"Time to get to know the new crew." She murmured. "And perhaps let go of the past..."

Commander Lain Wolfe was a graceful, atheletically slender, beautiful slate gray wolf mix with long lighter gray shimmering hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, white streaks adourned her bangs, she had a black blaze on the top of her muzzle and she had rather feral, wild, but beautiful golden brown eyes. A long white tail swishes behind her gently and she straightens out her uniform.

* * *

[Lain]

:: Enters the dinner hall. A few officers are standing around, but most of the senior staff have yet to arrive. She stands in the doorway for a moment, before looking around the room for any faces she recognises ::

OOC: This is kinda a Star Trek RP. Inspired by Chaser.

posted 03-29-2002 03:45 PM            

A young mix-breed sat alone at a table,swinging his feet and daydreaming.Part chinese imperial ch'in,the rather small canine had been well trained in egineering back at the academy on Earth.He glanced up at Captain Wolfe from under long bangs.

posted 03-29-2002 05:33 PM            

* * *

Lt. Commander Kiana was once a Captain himself, but a recent court martial stripped him of his rank and ship. It was during a battle against several Domminion ships, where a damaged Saber-Class vessel was drifting dangerously close to a volitile Nebula Storm. The former Captain took his ship, the Excelsior Class USS Roosevelt-A, near the storm to save the ship, abandoning his post in the battle. The ship was saved, and the Domminion routed, but Captain Kiana was held responsible for the event and punished severely, now nothing more than a Security Chief.

* * *

The Lt. Commander was wearing a new kind of security uniform, an armored suit adopted from the USS Voyager's Elite Force, called a Hazard Suit. It housed a miniture Transporter for keeping his weapons in a null-space, ablative armor, medical systems, plus much more, making any security officer a capable fighter during fire fights.

posted 03-30-2002 06:04 AM            

His ship, the Darkwolf docked but a gate away from Hyperion is a hodge-podge of assorted technologies, to the point that maintenance has become somewhat the nightmare for even Shamon, who spends much time alone with his patchwork ship. While he can afford a new one at any time, he seems rather attatched to the rustbucket he calls home.

The handsome, thin, fox-marked wolf seems particularly vexed at his ship's condition today.

posted 03-30-2002 10:40 PM            

He'd "grown up", so to speak, on the USS Normandy. Having been a helmsman and then a sensor officer on the Normandy, he hadn't expected to be transferred when he accepted promotion. He'd worked hard to gain the trust and confidance of captain Howell, and now he had to start from scratch.

Young officers, such as himself at 25, usualy had a hard time proving themselves to captains.

He stood as calmly as he could near Commander McLoude, sipping on a bourbon... or at least what passed for one.

posted 03-31-2002 05:43 AM            

(Krystal) "Kiev? is that you? Congradulations on your permotion....

*Chaser for his part, finished off his juice, then looked up at the civillian and frowned a bit. Oh he had no problems with civillian transport captains, far from it, he was just trying not to laugh at the wolf's perdicament, remebering his first training assignment as a liason at Starbase 35, on the feringi boarder. There had been now ships actually available to transport him to the posting, so, he had rode the entire way on a rickety old Mercahntman II cargo transport that could have possibly transported his great grandparents to their first feild assignments. Luckily the delapidated ship had a dedicated, if somewhat off-kilter, in Chaser's mind, crew, and he had learned a few things on the trip about maintaining ancient technology, or just stubborn tech if you really wanted to get down to it. A engineer at heart even though he had been on the command track since first stepping aboard Kearsarge, the giant seeming akita/malamute-mix stepped slowly over towards the civillian, hoping the captain wouldn't mind a few moments before he stepped forward to meet her.

(Chaser) sounds like you have a few problems with your ship....

posted 03-31-2002 10:39 AM            

Turning to face her, he smiled as confidantly as he could. "Thank you, Krystal... er... sir." he responded.

Remembering both Crystal and Chaser as being upperclassmen who'd befriended him at the academy, he had to make a consious effort to not call her by name. She was his senior, and in the company of other officers, "sir" was the only appropriate way to address her.

He shifted a little uncomfortably in his boots, set his drink on the bar, and straightened his operations' gold uniform for what was probably the 40th time that evening.

Oh who was he kidding? "I feel a little out of my league." he admitted.

He pointed to the two gold brads on the collar of his uniform. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this." he said with a weak smile.

He remembered the days when there had been only one brad there, designating the rank of ensign. He remembered how grown up he'd felt when the gold rimmed black brad had been added to signify him as a junior grade leutennant.

Now though he wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. He looked around ten-forward and then back at Krystal. "She's a honey of a ship, but she's not the Normandy. Captain Howell said I was ready to "Work without a net" and become part of a senior staff. This was the first ship with a position open, so here I am."

Radovik retrieved his drink, took a sip, and made a consious effort to stop the nervous twitching of his tail.

"How about you, sir? What brings you aboard?"

posted 04-01-2002 04:57 PM              

Lain: It is a pleasure to see you again commander.

She turns around slightly and yet saw another face she was vaguely familier with, the black and white husky.

Lain: Kiev Radovik, I've seen your stats, quite impressive, I hope you will enjoy your stay as part of out crew. I'm Capt. Lain Wolfe.

She stood in front of them and supressed the urge to salute.She again brushes off the imaginary dust on her uniform nervously.

posted 04-01-2002 05:33 PM            

Shadow Kiana [Near Light Hearted]: Ma'am, if I may. Don't worry, I was just as on edge on my first command. And mine was under nearly the same...well...situation.

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posted 04-01-2002 09:07 PM            

(Krystal) well, I'll be the one giving you pokes and prodes throughout your time aborad, I have been assigned as Cheif Medical Officer. The finally decided a expert in exo-bilogy should do healing instead of autopsies on dead Jem'hadar at Jupiter Station....

*the way Krystal shuddered slightly made it clear she had hated her posting at Jupiter Station, not only for taking her away from her husband, something Starfleet hardly did, but had given up in her case, but also being a doctor and having to be forced to deal with examining death, instead of saving life.

(Krystal) Chaser is the First Officer so, I demanded a posting on the Hyperion, though, I think I might have stepped on a few toes by the look of some at Starfleet Medical who wanted the Hyperion.

*As Krystal talked to Keiv, trying to disarm him, Chaser turned to the Captain, straightening to his full hieght, and winced a bit as he realized the Captain didn't even come to his shoulders, not a good first impression to tower above your new commanding office*

(Chaser) Ma'am, thank you forgiving me the chance....

*He sighed, remembering a similar conversation he had with Captain Ayama when he first beamed aboard Kearsarge as her second officer. Again, Chaser had to shake those thoughts away, D*** the Dominion for bringing this down on the Federation, to many good beings gone, all because the blobs were so xenophobi they figured the best way to be safe in the universe was to conquore every race and government they came across. And it was apparent to everyone gathered that Chaser was thinking of those last days.

posted 04-01-2002 10:54 PM            

"Loosen up, Kiev." he thought to himself. "These people are your new ship mates after all."

He set his glass on the bar once more.

(Kiev) "What can I say sir? It's great to see the two of you again."

Radovik suddenly broke into a soft laugh. When he noticed the puzzled look on Krystal's face, he grinned boyishly.

(Kiev) "It's nothing. For some reason I just started thinking about my freshman year when Chaser... uh... Comander McLoude caught me rigging the headmaster's office door with..."

Radovik cut himself off when he noticed the Captain aproaching him. He straightened himself and tried hard to put on his officer look again.

(Captain Wolfe) "Kiev Radovik, I've seen your stats, quite impressive, I hope you will enjoy your stay as part of out crew. I'm Capt. Lain Wolfe."

The young Leutennant extended his hand to his commanding officer. From the corner of his eye he saw Krystal nod encouragingly.

(Kiev) "Thank you sir. I feel priveleged to be aboard, and I will do my utmost to perform as is expected of me."

The Captain seemed almost as nervous as him. Under the circumstances of her assuming command, who could blame her? The war had been hard on everyone. He mentaly kicked himself for his somewhat childish edginess that evening. He knew from his time on the Normandy that in order for a ship to function smoothly, the senior officers had to know, understand, and trust one another. Now was the time to forge that chain that would hold the crew together.