Posted by Lieutenant Soral T’Varan (Chief Diplomatic Officer) in 17/18 Forward – USS Ark Angel

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Charlotte Mackenzie Kelley (Executive Officer/Number One) in 17/18 Forward – USS Ark Angel

Posted by Lieutenant Soral T’Varan (Chief Diplomatic Officer) in 17/18 Forward – USS Ark Angel
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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 allowing the crew 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

Commander Dr. Charlotte Kelley arrived at 17/18 Forward shortly before the official start of the celebration, stepping out of the turbolift with the quiet confidence that had become familiar to those who served alongside her.

For a moment, she paused just beyond the entrance, allowing herself to take in the sight before her. The lounge had been transformed from a place of routine conversations and off-duty moments into something far more meaningful. The Ark Angel’s insignia and Starfleet banners stood proudly among the decorations, while the holographic displays captured years of memories—missions completed, challenges overcome, and moments that reflected Captain Becket’s time in command.

Her eyes moved across the room, taking in the carefully arranged seating, the refreshments prepared for the crew, and the view of the stars beyond the viewport. It was a fitting setting for a farewell—not one of sadness, but of appreciation for a career of service and leadership.

Charlotte allowed a small smile as she spotted Lieutenant Cross near the entrance, clearly having overseen the final preparations. She knew the effort that went into an event like this was about more than arranging a room or organizing a gathering. It was about creating a moment where a crew could come together and recognize the person who had guided them through countless hours among the stars.

Seeing the XO enter, Cross gave her a nod of greeting.

Adjusting the front of her uniform, Charlotte stepped fully into the lounge, offering a respectful nod to those already present before making her way further inside.

Tonight was about Captain Becket.

Not the command chair. Not the rank. Not the reports or decisions that came with it.

Tonight was about the legacy of a Starfleet officer who had dedicated himself to the Ark Angel and the people who called her home.

Charlotte looked toward the podium overlooking the stars, already knowing that when the time came, she would have a few words of her own to share—words that came not just from the Executive Officer of the ship, but from someone who had had the privilege of serving beside him.

Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL

Lieutenant Mark Callous arrived at 17/18 Forward with the same quiet presence that had become his trademark since coming aboard the USS ArkAngel.

The doors parted, and the towering Starfleet Medical officer stepped into the lounge, his massive frame momentarily filling the entrance before he moved inside with deliberate, controlled movements. Despite his imposing appearance, nothing was intimidating in his manner. His expression remained calm and composed, his gray-green eyes taking in the room with the same careful observation he brought to a medical bay.

He paused briefly, allowing himself to appreciate the effort that had gone into the gathering.

The banners. The displays. The carefully arranged space overlooking the stars.

This was not a medical briefing, a crisis response, or another emergency where lives hung in the balance. This was something different—a chance for the crew of the Ark Angel to honor the man who had stood at the center of the ship for so long.

Mark’s gaze settled on the holographic displays cycling through Captain Becket’s years of service. He studied the images quietly, reflecting on the legacy of a commanding officer who had earned the respect of those who served beneath him.

Adjusting the sleeve of his uniform, Callous stepped further into the lounge and offered a respectful nod toward those already present. His deep voice carried softly as he acknowledged the preparations.

“Lieutenant Cross.”

Cross nodded and returned the Medical Officer’s greeting, “Lieutenant Callous.” He added his typical wide grin.

He gave a brief glance around the room before returning his attention to the counselor.

“Excellent work. The Captain will appreciate this.”

Cross nodded again as he accepted the praise humbly. “Thank you, it was the least I could do for the Captain. He will be missed.”

For someone who had spent much of his life surrounded by disaster zones and moments of uncertainty, Mark understood the importance of occasions like this. Starfleet was not only defined by its missions, discoveries, or battles fought among the stars.

It was defined by the people who stood together when those moments were over.

And tonight was about honoring one of those people.

Lieutenant Mark Callous moved toward the gathering, ready to take his place among the crew as they celebrated Captain Alex Becket’s service and the legacy he would leave behind aboard the USS ArkAngel.

Lieutenant Dr. Mark Callous
Medical Officer
USS Ark Angel NCC- 98729

Soral T’Varan entered 17/18 Forward with his customary measured pace, dressed in the pristine white uniform of a Starfleet diplomatic officer. His eyes surveyed the lounge, taking in the decorations, the holographic displays chronicling Captain Becket’s command, and the careful attention that had clearly gone into preparing the gathering.

The effort was… considerable.

In the past, Soral might have questioned the efficiency of allocating personnel and resources to such an occasion. Experience aboard the Ark Angel, however, had demonstrated that ceremonies served a purpose beyond mere tradition. They acknowledged shared achievement, reinforced the continuity of a crew, and marked transitions in a manner that allowed those involved to move forward with clarity. From a diplomatic perspective, such rituals possessed undeniable utility.

He observed Lieutenant Commander Cross, Commander Kelley, and Lieutenant Callous already present, each having arrived for reasons of their own, yet united by a common respect for the ship’s departing captain.

Captain Becket had proven to be an uncommon individual. From the outset of Soral’s assignment, he had shown an understanding of Vulcan customs and culture that had eased what might otherwise have been a difficult transition. Such consideration had required neither explanation nor accommodation; it had simply been offered. Soral regarded that as worthy of acknowledgment.

Approaching the refreshment table, he selected a cup of spiced Vulcan tea before moving to a position near the forward viewport. From there he quietly observed the gathering as more members of the crew arrived.

He was not present because such occasions held personal appeal.

He was present because it was the logical thing to do.

And, Soral reflected, because some individuals deserved to have their service recognized—not for the rank they held, but for the example they had set.

With that thought, he took a measured sip of his tea and continued to watch the lounge gradually fill with officers, waiting for the evening’s proceedings to begin.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer

Charlotte noticed Lieutenant Soral T’Varan, the ship’s Chief Diplomatic Officer, arrive from across the lounge as she continued greeting members of the crew. As expected, he carried himself with quiet dignity, taking in the carefully prepared setting before selecting a cup of spiced Vulcan tea and moving toward the forward viewport.

A small smile touched her lips.

Over the course of serving together aboard the ArkAngel, she had come to appreciate Soral’s perspective. While his approach was grounded in logic, she had learned that he also understood the importance of traditions that strengthened the bonds of a crew.

Making her way across the lounge, Charlotte stopped a respectful distance away.

“Lieutenant Soral,” she said warmly, inclining her head in greeting. “I’m glad you could join us this evening.”

Her gaze briefly drifted to the stars beyond the viewport before returning to him.

“Captain Becket has always believed that a starship’s greatest strength isn’t found in its technology, but in the people who serve aboard her. It seemed only fitting that we gather to recognize his years of service together.”

She offered a courteous smile before allowing a comfortable silence to settle between them. Nearby, Lieutenant Dr. Mark Callous, the ship’s Medical Officer, had already joined the gathering, while more members of the ArkAngel’s crew gradually filtered into 17/18 Forward in anticipation of the evening’s celebration.

Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL

Soral inclined his head in return, the gesture conveying both greeting and respect.

“Commander,” he said evenly. “Thank you.”

He held the warm cup of spiced Vulcan tea comfortably in his hands before allowing his gaze to follow hers briefly toward the stars beyond the viewport.

“I must admit that, when I first entered Starfleet, I found gatherings such as this to be… perplexing. They appeared to serve little practical purpose.”

He paused for a moment, considering the observation before continuing.

“Experience has demonstrated otherwise. Rituals of recognition provide continuity during periods of transition. They reinforce shared purpose and preserve institutional memory. From a diplomatic perspective, they possess considerable value.”

His eyes briefly settled on one of the holographic displays depicting Captain Becket during an earlier mission.

“Captain Becket afforded me a professional courtesy that was neither expected nor required. His understanding of Vulcan customs allowed me to integrate into the crew with considerably less difficulty than statistical probability might have suggested.”

The words were spoken matter-of-factly, without sentimentality. They were simply an acknowledgment of fact.

“It is, therefore, logical that his service should be recognized.”

Soral took a measured sip of his tea before returning his attention to Commander Kelley.

“I suspect this evening will prove beneficial not only to Captain Becket, but also to the crew. It marks the conclusion of one chapter while allowing another to begin with clarity.”

He inclined his head once more.

“That is a purpose worthy of the occasion.”

He allowed the conversation to rest there, content to stand beside the Commander in companionable silence as more officers filtered into 17/18 Forward. The quiet murmur of conversation gradually filled the lounge, while the stars beyond the viewport continued their endless journey—unchanged by the retirement of one captain, yet ready to witness the beginning of another’s command.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Mark stood quietly near the forward viewport, a glass of sparkling water now in hand as he watched the gathering continue to grow. His attention shifted as Commander Kelley approached Lieutenant Soral T’Varan, exchanging a few quiet words before allowing the conversation to settle into a companionable silence.

It was, he reflected, the sort of moment that rarely found its way into official logs.

No emergencies.

No triage.

No frantic calls from Sickbay.

Just officers taking the time to acknowledge the service of a captain who had earned their respect.

Mark’s gaze drifted once more to the holographic display as another image of Captain Becket and the ArkAngel’s crew appeared. Though his own time aboard had been brief, he had already seen enough to understand the kind of command Becket had fostered. Professionalism was expected aboard any Starfleet vessel; genuine loyalty had to be earned.

Taking a measured sip of his drink, he quietly moved toward the refreshment table, leaving ample room for others as more officers entered the lounge. He offered a polite nod to those he passed before settling into a position where he could observe the room without becoming its center of attention.

For now, there was nothing to diagnose, nothing to repair, and no crisis demanding his attention.

That, Mark decided, was a welcome change.

He simply waited with the rest of the crew, ready to honor the captain whose example had helped shape the ArkAngel long before his own arrival.

Lieutenant Dr. Mark Callous
Medical Officer
USS Ark Angel NCC- 98729

Charlotte listened attentively as Soral spoke, allowing the Vulcan’s words to carry the weight they deserved. She had learned over time that beneath his precise observations and logical assessments was a deep understanding of the people and traditions that shaped Starfleet.

A faint smile appeared as he finished.

“I think that is one of the things Starfleet teaches us best, Lieutenant,” Charlotte replied. “Not every important moment can be measured by efficiency or immediate results. Sometimes the value comes from what it represents.”

Her eyes moved briefly toward the holographic display of Captain Becket, watching the images cycle through years of missions and memories.

“Captain Becket understood that. He knew a crew was more than a collection of officers carrying out assignments. A starship becomes a family because of the experiences shared between its people—the challenges, the victories, and the moments where we stand together.”

She turned her attention back to Soral.

“And I believe you are correct. Tonight is not simply about saying farewell. It is about acknowledging what has been accomplished and reminding ourselves that while command changes, the mission continues.”

Charlotte glanced around the lounge as more members of the ArkAngel began to arrive, each bringing their own memories and experiences of serving under Captain Becket.

“I think Captain Becket would appreciate that distinction. He never struck me as someone who wanted recognition for himself. He valued the crew, and that is exactly why this gathering matters.”

She offered Soral a respectful nod.

“Thank you for being here, Lieutenant. Your presence means more than you may realize.”

With that, Charlotte allowed the conversation to settle naturally, standing beside him as the lounge continued to fill with officers and the celebration slowly began to take shape.
Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL

Izak slowed down as he approached the entrance to the lounge. There never seemed to be enough time in the day for the young Department Head and today was no exception. Still, he made sure to walk the last fifty meters down the corridor and straighten his uniform before he arrived. He ran his hand through his hair to make it as neat as he could, then walked through the door with a few other officers.

A few dozen of the Ark Angel’s crew had already arrived and started mingling, and more were arriving all the time. A knot of senior staff stood off to one side, including Lieutenant Cross. The Counselor had done most of the work… and the young Brekkian was sure his assistance was more of a hinderance than an asset. As he’d recently learned himself, that was all part of leading. The Academy trained cadets on honors and ceremonies, or engineering and maintenance procedures, but more tacit knowledge needed to be passed down from one officer to the next.

With that thought in mind, he walked to the console on the wall and updated the reel of holographic displays that highlighted Captain’s Becket’s moments onboard. This was Izak’s seventh revision to the file, minor changes really, but the Chief Engineer wanted to give his first CO the best sendoff possible. Once that was done, he moved on to his final addition to the festivities.

=/\=”Computer, activate holo-communications stations.” A dozen blue octagons appeared on the floor… holo-communication pads… spread throughout the lounge. It was an affectation really, since holo-emitters were already built into the lounge, but they would let people know that they were talking to somebody remotely. A moments later, one or more Starfleet Officers or Crewmen appeared atop each of those holo-communication pads. Most were previous officers from the Ark Angel that had served under Captain Becket, but there were a few old shipmates from his time on the Saracen as well.

Lieutenant Waryn let out a tense breath when he saw some of the Crew go and greet the various guests in holo-attendance. Izak had scrubbed the files for people Captain Becket had worked with previously and extended the invite. He was surprised how many people were able to attend on such short notice.

On his way to the refreshments, he took the time to admire everything Lieutenant Cross had put together. The lounge really was transformed. Not the way a holodeck could transform a barren room, but there was a definite shift in tone. The space and layout seemed to bring people together. It was a place that naturally lent itself to gathering and commiseration better than many more formal receptions he’d attended.

He grabbed a drink… his normal Bajoran Ale… and approached the area the Executive Officer and Department Heads were gathering. “I’m sure it’s been said already Alex, but you really did a great job with this.” He flashed a grin at he Counselor before the took another look around. “I’ve definitely been taking notes for when I need to coordinate one of these myself.”

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

Cross smiled as Waryn walked up, “Thank you, Lieutenant. Your work with the holocomms is greatly appreciated as it allows others to attend as well. Amazing what technology can do.” He mused as he accepted a julep from a passing server.

Gibbs had just come off shift and had not had a chance to change out of his standard duty uniform. Looking into the large recreation area and the amassed crewmen made him a bit nervous. But Captain Beckett had seen something in him. Recognized him out of dozens of others. There was no way he would not take a chance to be at a memorial celebration for him.

Taking a drink from one of the serving tables, he went to follow his late father’s advice about being in a similarly crowded room.

‘Walt, here is what you need to do to get through these kinds of parties. Get a drink…find a spot…and just people watch. Eventually someone will come up to talk to you. Engage with them. Have a real conversation. Then when you need to excuse yourself…find another spot…and repeat.’

Giibs took a spot by the large windows and stared out into the stars.

Ensign Gibbs

Captain Becket had finally gotten off shift and thought going to the mess would be a good idea, but instead, a drink would be better in the 17/18 Forward. He then went to it and entered.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Soral’s attention shifted toward the entrance as Captain Becket stepped into 17/18 Forward.

The room subtly changed. Conversations quietened for a brief moment before resuming, the crew’s attention naturally drawn toward the officer whose years of service had brought them together.

Soral set his cup carefully onto a nearby table.

As Chief Diplomatic Officer, he understood that recognition was most meaningful when offered sincerely and without embellishment. Excessive praise diminished its value.

He approached the Captain at an unhurried pace, stopping at a respectful distance before inclining his head.

“Captain.”

His tone remained calm and measured.

“It would be inappropriate to allow this occasion to pass without expressing my appreciation.”

He paused briefly, choosing his words with characteristic precision.

“When I first came aboard the Ark Angel, I anticipated that integrating into a crew composed primarily of non-Vulcans would present certain… challenges. Your understanding of Vulcan customs and your willingness to extend professional courtesy from the outset significantly reduced those difficulties.”

The observation was offered simply as fact.

“You demonstrated that effective command requires not only knowledge of regulations, but an understanding of the individuals entrusted to one’s care.”

Soral inclined his head once more.

“I believe the crew assembled here this evening reflects the respect you have earned throughout your command. That is a legacy of considerable value.”

He allowed a brief silence before concluding.

“On behalf of myself, I thank you for your leadership, Captain. I wish you success in your next assignment at Starfleet Academy.”

With that, Soral stepped back, allowing other members of the crew the opportunity to greet the departing captain without interruption.

He retrieved his tea and resumed his quiet place among the gathering, content to observe as the evening unfolded.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Charlotte stood behind the podium for a moment, her hands resting lightly on either side as she looked across the room before beginning.

“Good evening, everyone.

Thank you all for being here as we celebrate a truly remarkable milestone in the life and career of Captain Alex Becket.

Starfleet teaches us that a starship is more than duranium, circuitry, and warp coils. It becomes a home because of the people who serve aboard her. The culture of a ship—its integrity, its professionalism, and its spirit—begins with the example set by its commanding officer.

Captain Becket has led the USS Ark Angel with unwavering dedication, sound judgment, and an unshakable commitment to every member of this crew. Throughout his command, he has shown us that leadership is not measured by the orders we give, but by the trust we earn, the confidence we inspire, and the example we set every day.

On a personal note, serving as your Executive Officer has been one of the greatest honors of my Starfleet career. Thank you for the confidence you placed in me, for the opportunities you gave me to grow as an officer, and for the guidance you offered along the way. Those lessons will remain with me for the rest of my career.

There is a quote from one of Starfleet’s greatest captains, James T. Kirk, that has always resonated with me:

‘Risk is our business. That’s what this starship is all about. That’s why we’re aboard her.’

Those words remind us that command has never been about seeking comfort. It is about accepting responsibility, making impossible decisions, and placing the welfare of others before yourself. Captain Becket has embodied those ideals every day he has worn the center seat.

There is also a tradition that every commanding officer accepts upon taking command—a promise not only to Starfleet, but to every soul entrusted to their care.

‘I do solemnly affirm that I will faithfully uphold the principles of the United Federation of Planets and the regulations of Starfleet. I accept the responsibilities of command with honor, integrity, and humility. I will protect those entrusted to my care, accomplish the missions assigned to me, and place the welfare of my crew above my own. I will seek peaceful solutions whenever possible, defend the Federation when necessary, and strive to leave every command stronger than I found it. This I pledge as a Starfleet Captain.’

Captain, throughout your years in command, you have honored those words through your actions.

Your legacy will not simply be found in mission reports or commendations. It will live on in this crew, in the officers you mentored, and in the standards you established aboard the Ark Angel. Those are accomplishments that cannot be measured by medals or service records.

As one chapter comes to a close, another begins. Retirement marks the end of a command, but it does not diminish a lifetime of service. The impact you have had on this ship and everyone fortunate enough to serve under your command will remain long after today’s ceremony becomes another page in the Ark Angel’s history.

Captain, on behalf of the officers and crew of the USS Ark Angel, it is my privilege to present you with two small tokens of our gratitude.

The first is this commemorative plaque, bearing the crest of the Ark Angel and honoring your distinguished service and steadfast leadership. May it always remind you of the ship you commanded and the crew who were proud to serve under you.

The second is something a bit more personal.”

Charlotte lifted a polished presentation case and carefully opened it, revealing a custom-crafted pocket watch.

“Every Starfleet officer understands the value of time. We measure it in watches stood, missions completed, friendships forged, and lives changed. This pocket watch is engraved with the Ark Angel’s insignia and the words, ‘Every voyage leaves a legacy.’

May it remind you that while your years in command have come to a close, the legacy you leave behind will continue to guide this ship for many years to come.

Congratulations on your retirement, Captain Alex Becket.

On behalf of all of us, thank you for your service, your leadership, and for showing us what it truly means to wear the four pips of a Starfleet captain.

Fair winds, following seas, and may the stars always welcome you home.”
Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL

IC: Spenn approached the captain. He had worked on what he was going to say as a farewell to the captain all day. It would be true and relied heavily on emotion. Hopefully he could get through it without tearing up.

“Captain,” He said, “I have enjoyed parts of our time together.”

OOC: Parks and Rec reference!

Lieutenant Spenn
Chief Medical Officer

OOC: Isn’t Spenn a Vulcan, why would he be emotional?

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

“I appreciate it, everyone. I really do. I wanted to actually say thank you to everyone here. If it hadn’t happened with your guys’ support, I wouldn’t have made it out this far.” He said.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Soral listened in silence as Commander Kelley concluded her address. Her remarks were eloquent, yet what remained with him was not the sentiment, but the consistency between her words and the conduct she had displayed since assuming command.

As the Commander stepped back from the podium, Soral rose from his seat, as did many of those gathered. He joined the applause—not as an emotional display, but as a Federation custom signifying collective recognition of distinguished service.

When the applause gradually subsided, Soral stepped forward only far enough to be heard.

“Captain.”

He inclined his head respectfully.

“In Vulcan philosophy, it is often said that ‘the outcome of one’s actions is the true measure of one’s character.’”

His gaze briefly settled upon the assembled officers before returning to Captain Becket.

“The officers gathered here this evening are, in themselves, evidence of your success. Respect cannot be compelled by rank; it must be earned through consistent conduct.”

He paused for a measured moment.

“When I first came aboard the Ark Angel, you extended a professional courtesy through your understanding of Vulcan customs and traditions. You neither questioned them nor expected them to be diminished for the convenience of others. Such consideration facilitated my integration into this crew more effectively than you may have realized.”

There was no trace of emotion in his voice, only quiet certainty.

“As Chief Diplomatic Officer, I have come to appreciate that the strength of a starship lies not solely in its technology or its mission, but in the trust cultivated between those who serve aboard her. You have left this crew with that strength.”

Soral inclined his head once more.

“I wish you success in the next stage of your service, Captain. Live long and prosper.”

He concluded with the traditional Vulcan blessing, raising his hand in the ta’al before stepping back, allowing the moment to belong once more to Captain Becket and the crew.

OOC: Feel free to ignore my last post to the Captain as this one says it all :-)

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Alex stood there smiling and then did the Vulcan 🖖”Live Long and prosper to you to Mr. T’Varan.” Becket replied. “As the people of the earth would say good luck and safe travels, before you know I may end up coming back on board as an advisor at some point at a much different rank and position. I however, do see myself at that point. But, I shall also remember that Starfleet Command needs someone like me teaching at the academy. Giving the young cadets wonderful lectures of how a starship command works. I however, will always be on your debt. All of you guys. Even my first officer, who’ll make a good captain someday. I will however will say this to each and every single one of you. A special thing.

Lieutenant Commander Kelley. Your one of the best command leadership officers here on board. You kept me headstrong and allowed me to stay on board the ship while you went and had all the fun.

Lieutenant Alex Cross. Your wonderful skills as ships counselor. You’ve always been my right hand man. Always giving me advice on everything in your profession.

Mr. Spenn. Wondering doctor. If I had chosen anyone it would be you. You always keep everyone head strong as well by making sure everyone is in perfect health. Never once have I ever had to be relieved of command but your still a great doctor.

Ollie my Chief of security always knowing what needs to come first always ready at the control of the phaser arrays and torpedo launchers. And always on time with your daily reports. That’s why I asked you to be the head of security cause you have that leadership. Leadership a executive officer would have.

Lieutenant Waryn. Always one step ahead in engineering. I remember I was like that myself when I first joined aboard the ship. I was young and cocky at first but I stepped up enough to make sure everything stayed in one piece. Your predecessor, he did the same thing. But you I see something different about you. Your a strong and still a young man know I know I could and still can count on every moment of everyday to keep my ship going without problems. You were the one I looked up too.

Ms. t’Liriena. I know you as well but not as well as most of these wonderful officers here do. I’ll say stepping up from being a science junior officer to becoming the next science Chief being that department head. I always believed in you. You were the one I knew I could count on for any scientific scans and managing to investigate phenomenons and everything else. That’s why I promoted you to be the new Chief science officer.

Jax Storm wonderful pilot to keep the ship moving by taking us into warp speed and plotting courses. You were always the one with the ship. And the ship was one with you. Nevertheless, I am very lucky to have had you as my Chief Helmsman. Though I know you would do well with the new commanding officer.

And last but not least. Everyone else. I am glad that I have all you wonderful junior officers here to help your department heads out whenever you could. Just trying to keep up with their speed. I’m very glad to have you all here on board the Ark Angel.

To everyone else. I wanted to say it has been an honor and my pleasure to have served with you guys. You are my family. Make it so.” He finally finished everything. Looking over at everyone raising his glass filled with romulan ale. “To best Marinette times let’s make sure we all continue our jobs and be the best of the best out there. Good luck and Godspeed.” He added.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

OOC: Nothing special for Soral....boooo.....just kidding, I’m sure as a Vulcan my character wouldn’t be bothered

IC: Soral inclined his head respectfully as Captain Becket concluded his remarks.

The Captain’s final words had been directed not toward himself, but toward the officers who had served beside him. That, Soral reflected, was entirely consistent with the leadership the man had demonstrated throughout his command.

When Captain Becket raised his glass, Soral mirrored the gesture with his cup of spiced Vulcan tea.

“To the Ark Angel.”

His voice was quiet, yet clearly audible to those nearby.

He took a measured sip before allowing his gaze to travel across the lounge.

Commander Kelley. Lieutenant Commander Cross. Lieutenant Waryn. Lieutenant Callous. Junior officers speaking with department heads. Former crewmembers attending through holo-communications despite being light-years away.

An individual commanded a starship.

A crew defined it.

It was a distinction Soral had not fully appreciated when he first entered Starfleet. Vulcan society prized discipline, logic, and individual responsibility, yet service aboard the Ark Angel had demonstrated that mutual trust between officers was not an emotional indulgence—it was an operational necessity. A cohesive crew could accomplish what isolated individuals could not.

As Chief Diplomatic Officer, he found the observation… noteworthy.

His attention shifted briefly toward Commander Kelley.

The transition of command had already begun, not with ceremony alone, but through the confidence the crew continued to place in its senior staff. Continuity, he concluded, was among Starfleet’s greatest strengths.

Setting his cup down momentarily, Soral raised his hand in the traditional ta’al toward Captain Becket.

“Your lectures at Starfleet Academy will undoubtedly benefit future officers, Captain. Logic suggests your influence upon Starfleet is not concluding this evening, merely assuming a different form.”

A faint pause followed.

“I believe that is an outcome worthy of recognition.”

With that, Soral returned to quietly observing the gathering, allowing the evening to continue naturally around him.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Lieutenant Commander Alex Cross listened in thoughtful silence as Commander Kelley addressed the assembled crew.

As Chief Counselor, he spent much of his career observing people—their words, their expressions, and the emotions they often struggled to articulate. Charlotte’s speech needed no interpretation. It was sincere, composed, and spoken with the quiet confidence of an officer who had earned every word she offered.

He found himself nodding more than once.

She had spoken not of accolades or victories, but of leadership, trust, and the responsibility that came with command. Those were the things that truly mattered. Cross had watched Captain Becket carry the burdens of command in private, had been present for conversations where the weight of difficult decisions rested heavily on the captain’s shoulders. Hearing Commander Kelley acknowledge that service so eloquently reminded him just how fortunate the Ark Angel had been to have both officers leading her.

When she presented the commemorative plaque and the engraved pocket watch, Cross couldn’t help but smile.

Every voyage leaves a legacy.

It was a fitting inscription. As a counselor, he knew legacies were rarely found in reports or decorations. They lived in people—in the confidence a leader inspired, in the lessons passed on, and in the example that continued long after someone had moved on.

As Commander Kelley concluded with, “Fair winds, following seas, and may the stars always welcome you home,” Cross rose with the rest of the crew, applauding enthusiastically. His applause was heartfelt, directed as much toward the Executive Officer’s moving tribute as it was toward the captain she had honored.

He exchanged an approving glance with Charlotte before returning his attention to Captain Becket.

When the captain began speaking, Cross listened with the same quiet attentiveness. He smiled at Spenn’s mention, chuckled softly at Becket’s familiar humor, and felt a genuine sense of pride as the captain reflected on each of his senior officers.

Then Becket’s eyes settled on him.

“Lieutenant Alex Cross. Your wonderful skills as ship’s counselor. You’ve always been my right-hand man. Always giving me advice on everything in your profession.”

For a brief moment, Cross was genuinely caught off guard.

He had never sought recognition. Like most counselors, he was accustomed to standing just outside the spotlight, helping others carry it. To hear the captain publicly acknowledge not only his work but the trust they had built together was humbling.

He dipped his head in quiet appreciation, offering the captain a grateful smile.

As Becket concluded his remarks and raised his glass, Cross lifted his own glass of Romulan ale and stepped forward.

“Captain…”

He smiled warmly.

“Counselors spend a great deal of time reminding people that every ending carries the possibility of a new beginning. Tonight is no exception.”

His gaze swept briefly across the gathered officers before returning to Becket.

“When I first came aboard this ship, you didn’t just see another department head—you saw someone whose advice was worth hearing. You welcomed me into your ready room, trusted my judgment, and reminded me that taking care of a crew isn’t separate from commanding a starship… it’s part of commanding one.”

He gave a small nod of appreciation.

“You once told me that a captain is only as strong as the people standing around him. Looking around this room tonight, I’d say your greatest achievement isn’t the missions recorded in the logs or the commendations on your service record.”

He gestured toward the assembled crew.

“It’s us.”

A faint smile crossed his face.

“The confidence you’ve instilled, the standards you’ve set, and the faith you’ve placed in your officers will continue long after you’ve left the center seat. That’s a legacy no retirement ceremony can truly measure.”

Cross raised his glass a little higher.

“So, Captain… thank you. Thank you for your trust, your mentorship, your friendship, and for believing in me before I’d fully learned to believe in myself.”

His smile broadened.

“May retirement bring you the same sense of purpose you’ve given the rest of us. Whether you’re teaching cadets at the Academy, advising another captain, or simply enjoying a quiet sunrise somewhere far from a bridge, know that you’ll always have a home aboard the Ark Angel.”

He inclined his head respectfully.

“To Captain Alex Becket—a captain who made this ship stronger, and all of us better officers. Fair winds, following seas… and may your next voyage be every bit as extraordinary as the one you’ve just completed.”

Cross raised his glass.

“To Captain Becket.”

He took a drink before once again breaking into enthusiastic applause, joining the crew in honoring the man who had led them with distinction.

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

As Alex Cross concluded his heartfelt toast, Charlotte felt a quiet sense of pride.

She joined the crew in applauding, her smile warm as she caught the counselor’s eye and offered him an appreciative nod. His words had been thoughtful, sincere, and perfectly captured the kind of leader Captain Becket had been.

When the applause gradually subsided, Charlotte raised her glass once more.

“I think Lieutenant Cross has just reminded all of us why Captain Becket placed so much trust in him,” she said with a gentle smile, prompting a few chuckles throughout the lounge.

She turned back to the captain.

“Alex… there isn’t much I can add to what has already been said. Between your own words and Alex’s, I think we’ve all been reminded that the measure of a captain isn’t found in the number of missions completed or the decorations worn on a uniform.”

Her eyes briefly swept across the gathered officers.

“It’s found in the people who carry that captain’s lessons forward.”

Charlotte’s smile softened.

“You’ve built more than an exceptional crew. You’ve built a family. One that will continue to support one another long after this evening comes to an end.”

She lifted her glass slightly higher.

“On behalf of everyone aboard the ArkAngel, thank you—for your confidence, your patience, your leadership, and your friendship. We will do everything in our power to ensure the ship you leave behind continues to embody the ideals you’ve instilled in us.”

She inclined her head respectfully.

“Enjoy your next adventure, Captain. Those cadets have no idea how fortunate they are.”

With a final smile, Charlotte looked around the room.

“To Captain Alex Becket.”

Her glass remained raised until the rest of the crew echoed the toast. Only then did she take a sip before joining them once more in a round of heartfelt applause for the captain who had guided the ArkAngel with honor, compassion, and unwavering dedication.

Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL

I agree. At this point in the scene, Soral doesn’t need to speak at all. In fact, a silent post is probably more in keeping with his character and helps avoid over-participating in what is primarily Captain Becket’s moment.

Here’s a post that focuses on Soral’s observations and subtle character development:

Soral remained quietly among the assembled officers as the applause gradually filled 17/18 Forward.

He joined in, his measured applause neither exuberant nor restrained, but offered with genuine respect for a commanding officer whose service had earned recognition.

As the conversations resumed, Soral allowed his attention to wander through the lounge. Officers from every department stood together, some exchanging stories from past missions, others sharing quiet conversations with colleagues they seldom encountered outside their duties. Former crewmembers, represented by holographic communications, mingled effortlessly with those still serving aboard the Ark Angel.

It was a remarkable demonstration of continuity.

When Soral had first entered Starfleet, he had regarded gatherings of this nature as ceremonially inefficient. Experience had gradually altered that assessment. Such occasions did not exist to improve operational readiness directly; they reinforced something less tangible, yet no less important—the shared identity of a crew.

From a diplomatic perspective, that identity possessed considerable value.

His gaze briefly settled on Captain Becket before shifting naturally to Commander Kelley.

One chapter was ending.

Another had already begun.

The transition appeared orderly, the senior staff united, and the crew confident in those who would guide the Ark Angel forward. Such stability reduced uncertainty and preserved cohesion, precisely as Starfleet intended.

Satisfied with that conclusion, Soral took another measured sip of his spiced Vulcan tea.

For once, there was nothing to analyse, no negotiations to conduct, and no diplomatic incident requiring his attention.

There was only a crew honouring one of its own.

Soral found that… entirely logical.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Ollie glanced around the room, his Betazoid senses picking up all of the raw emotion flowing. Farewells were hard and Captain Becket had certainly been loved among the crew here. He appreciated the small tribute the captain had given to his senior staff, it was nice to know the feelings were mutual. Raising his own glass in salute he offered the captain a farewell from his adopted Hawaiian culture, “A hui hou, malama pono… until we meet again.”

Lieutenant Commander Ezeami - COS