Lieutenant Alex Cross stepped into 17/18 Forward a little earlier than most, taking a moment to admire the transformation that had taken place.

The officers’ lounge had been carefully prepared for a very special occasion. Starfleet banners and the Ark Angel’s insignia adorned the bulkheads, while holographic displays quietly cycled through photographs and memorable moments from the ship’s missions under Captain Alex Becket’s command. The normally subdued lighting had been softened, bathing the lounge in a warm, welcoming glow that replaced the familiar atmosphere of duty with one of celebration and reflection.

Along one side of the room, a long buffet table offered an assortment of refreshments from across the Federation, ensuring there was something to suit nearly every species aboard. Comfortable seating had been rearranged to encourage conversation, while an open space near the forward viewport provided room for the crew to gather together.

Positioned before the stars stood a simple podium, its placement overlooking the vast expanse beyond the ship—a fitting backdrop for an evening dedicated to honoring a captain whose career had been defined by exploration, leadership, and service.

Cross made one final circuit of the lounge, straightening a chair here, adjusting a display there, and checking that every detail was ready. Satisfied, he paused beside the refreshment table, taking in the room with a small smile.

He glanced toward the entrance, knowing Lieutenant Waryn had generously offered to help with the preparations. There were still a few finishing touches that could benefit from another set of hands—whether arranging refreshments, greeting arriving guests, or ensuring the holographic display continued cycling through the Captain’s years aboard the Ark Angel. Cross was more than happy to share the responsibility.

Captain Becket had guided the Ark Angel through triumphs and hardships alike, earning not only the respect of his officers but their genuine admiration. Tonight was not about rank or duty reports. It was about giving the crew an opportunity to thank the man who had led them and to celebrate the legacy he would leave behind as he departed for Starfleet Academy.

With everything ready, Cross clasped his hands behind his back near the entrance and waited patiently as the first members of the crew began to arrive, allowing the evening’s celebration—and whatever contributions his fellow officers wished to make—to unfold naturally.

Lieutenant Alex Cross
Chief Counselor
U.S.S. Ark Angel