1400 Hours on the Challenger and Captain Rhodes stood in the middle of the ships Lounge that he had booked for one of the more special functions that would be held aboard his ship. This day was always special, and he hummed a tune to himself as he inspected the small stage where a live band sometimes played, but at other times was used for the celebration of the next round of Starfleet Cadets that were about to step out into the big Galaxy that lay before them.

To one side, snacks and refreshments were laid out. Non alcoholic of course, seeing as they were all technically on duty and in uniform, for the time being at least. Now, all that needed to happen was the arrival of the senior members of the crew, any DH’s or Cadets that wished to attend, and the focus of this Graduation ceremony. Looking over the small bar, Gray picked up a bottle and poured himself a ginger beer. Closest thing to the real thing available, after all. Looking at the glass, he noticed a stray thread on his cuff of his dress uniform and absently picked at it.

Captain Grayson Rhodes, CO