Posted by Captain Grayson Rhodes (Commanding Officer) in Graduation - Cadet Onovren

Posted by Cadet Alex McCall, MD (Doctor) in Graduation - Cadet Onovren

Posted by Captain Grayson Rhodes (Commanding Officer) in Graduation - Cadet Onovren
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

Alex stepped in to the lounge, glancing around to see who had arrived so far. Spotting the Captain, he hastily tucked away the PaDD he had been using to catch up on the usual never ending stream of medical notes and pretended to inspect the various drinks on offer.

Stifling a yawn that threatened to break out, Alex poured himself as large a cup of black coffee that he could get away with. He hadn’t gotten a great deal of sleep the night before and it was starting to catch up with him.

Cadet Alex McCall, MD

“Tired there, Doc?” Grayson smiled and noted the yawn and the coffee. “Late night?”

Rhodes, CO

Dael made his way down the corridors fidgeting in his dress uniform. He was unused to wearing it, even at the last few of these ceremonies he’d had a bad habit of working on some project or repair till the last minute and settled for showing up in his regular uniform. At least he had tried to get the wrinkles and engine gunk off of it before showing up those times. This time though, he had a wrinkle free (and way too over starched in his opinion) dress uniform on, since one of his team was the focus of today’s ceremony. Not that he valued any of the others less, but when you mentor a certain individual and then see them succeed, well, it makes you want to put in the extra effort. Though as Dael pulled on the tight collar of the uniform, he started to doubt whether that was in fact true.

Stepping in to the lounge, he noticed the new Captain speaking to a medical cadet he didn’t recognize. So many new faces on the ship, even more so than normal on an Academy ship. So many new waves of thought to get adjusted to. Those waves were starting to intrude a bit inside his head, so instead he placed his focus on the snack and drink table. He picked up what he assumed was a slice of some species’ cheese equivalent and popped it in his mouth. Turned out it was actually more of a fruit. Not an unpleasant taste, but when you expected cheese it took a second to get adjusted. Coughing for moment, he grabbed a pitcher and poured the contents into a glass, not quite sure what anything was, but it would help wash down the “cheese” fruit. He took a chance at it being maybe a cider, with any luck maybe some tea. Taking a quick sip (and a sigh at relief that it was in fact what he expected it to be) the Betazoid stepped over to the Captain and the doctor.

“Evening, Captain, Doctor. Hope the Challenger’s been treating you well.”

-Lt. jg Dael Stadi, CE