Author: Jeff Baker (aka, Jeff-B, JA
Baker, Sinister Dexter)
Archive: Just ask me first.
Feedback: Would be grateful.
Disclaimers: It's not mine its Roddenberry's and Tribunes.
Summary: A High Guard officer's thoughts on the commissioning of a new ship.
I was there. I know a lot of people like to say that, and if only a fraction of them where telling the truth, there would have been no room to breath, let alone move. I was lucky to be assigned to such a prestigious ship, only the second Harmonise Virtue class Cruiser to be built, pride of the Argosy. Everyone in the High Guard wanted to be assigned to one of these new sate-of-the-art starship, built to replace the aging Wrath of Achilles Class DSA's.
I was even luckier to be assigned to the bridge for the ceremony. I stood at the weapons station, back rod straight, as the dignitaries walked about, occasionally answering questions. For the most part, my eyes track them, the three imposing figures in High Guard officer's uniforms. Everyone in the Commonwealth knows two of them by sight, and I'm not likely to forget what my new Captain looks like now, am I.
The tallest of the three stood in a dark Admirals uniform, his gray hair cut short, his eyes still burning with the fire that had made him a legend. Always at his side was a shorter figure, her skin a rich olive brown, her raven-black hair cut shoulder length. She stood as rigidly to attention as I did, but there was a sparkle in her eyes, and a faint smile on her lips that betrayed her inner happiness.
And the Captain, well the Captain was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She stood just under 2-meters tall, her long hair a dirty blond that accented her slightly dark skin perfectly, flowing down to the small of her back, tide in a tight braid that swayed as she walked. She moved with the grace and ease of someone who's spent their entire life on-ship, perfectly at ease with the slightly un-natural pull of an AG-field. She stood at the side of the room, her arms crossed, bone-spurs resting against each other, interlocking slightly.
What can I say: I've always had a thing for strong women, and they don't come any stronger than a Nietzschean. Well, half Nietzschean.
The short woman next to the Admiral called everyone to attention, and the Captain marched briskly to the center of the room. She saluted the Admiral, who bade her to stand easy. The old man drew a flexile from a folder held under one arm, "From: Telemachus Rhade, Minister of War. To: Admiral Dylan Hunt, head of Argosy fleet operation. Message Reads: You are to, on or about the 14 of June, CY 10,118, commission the High Guard Harmonise Virtue class Cruiser Andromeda Ascendant, and appoint any captain you see fit as her commanding officer. The vessel should be made ready to sale no later than the 21 of June, CY 10,118. Message ends."
He looked at the Captain, "Commander Elisabeth Anasazi, I do hear by confirm upon you the rank of Captain, and appoint you commander of the High Guard starship Andromeda Ascendant." The Captain saluted, taking the flexi from his outstretched hand, "Orders received and understood, Sir." She smiled brightly, and I fell hopelessly in love.
Sorry folks, but it was just something that came to me last night, and I wanted to get down before I forgot.