Posted by Lieutenant Commander Vanessa Lofton (Counselor) in Graduation - Cadet Onovren

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dael Stadi (Chief Engineer) in Graduation - Cadet Onovren

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

Vanessa stepped through the doors into Nine Forward, blue eyes scanning the room. The excitement was palpable, and she couldn’t help but smile. She normally wore her hair up, but it cascaded about her shoulders for today’s event, setting off white of the dress uniform. She spotted the small congregation near the stage and swung by the food assortment on her way there. She eyed the fruit assortment, but decided on a ginger beer as she saw the captain holding.

“I always love these events,” she said as she approached, smiling at everyone.

CNS Lofton

Daphne walked into the room and looked around seeing some familiar faces and some less-than-familiar ones. In her line of work, it was a toss-up. If you didn’t see someone or make a personal relationship that wasn’t altogether a bad thing. It meant your ship was filled with people healthy and strong. It also meant, however, one was placed in the situation where everyone seemed to know your name and you had no clue who some people were.

Moving into the room, she looked around at everyone resisting the urge to tug at necklines and stifle the fidgets from uniforms starched so heavy, they could probably stand up without a person inside of them. Lucky for her though, she was a female which meant she had the option of skipping the crisp seamed slacks. As with her normal uniform, Daphne wore the skirt and high boot option. Scoping out the room, she found her cadets mingling along with the Captain and engineering chief. Grabbing a glass of wine from a passing tray, she moved over to the group of individuals waiting like all the rest for a chance to congratulate the graduate.

“Hello everyone,” she said smiling at each one in turn. “How are we all doing today?”

Lt. Daphne Frankenstien CMO