Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Davon Riloc (Chief of Security) in Flight Deck - Crew Formation

Posted by Lieutenant Sheriye (Chief Science Officer) in Flight Deck - Crew Formation

Posted by Lieutenant Sheriye (Chief Science Officer) in Flight Deck - Crew Formation
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Captain Jones had ordered that the flight deck be cleared of all equipment, =/\= Captain to all crew on the USS. Chimera, All personnel report in Class A uniform to the flight deck at 0645 Hours, Standard Formation by department =/\= This meant that the crew would form with the Department head in front of their own section. This would be quite a sight. This would be the first time the Marines and Fleet personel would be standing side by side.

The Captain was eager to get the ship out of dock and moving forward. But the crew needed to hear exactly what was going to be going on. =/\= Captain Jones to Admiral M’Ressa, we will be holding a crew formation at 0700 Hours, I would like to invite you to attend if you would like Admiral. =/\=

CO

=^=Absolutely Captain. I would honored.=^= Came back the prompt response.

Admiral M’Ressa

Just before 0645 the Flight Deck doors opened and Admiral M’Ressa entered the bay in full dress uniform. She nodded acknowledgement to Jones as she approached him. Her eyes scanned the rows of crew, all lined up in their dress uniforms. Her eyes settled on the Science group and she gave a slight nod to Lieutenant Sheriye who stood at the head of the Science Personnel. The other Caitian showed her surprise in blinking but other then that not having time to show any other acknowledgement.

Admiral M’Ressa

Riloc walked on to the flight deck. His dress uniform perfectly pressed by the tailor on the space station. The Trill markings ran from his temples before disappearing under his collar. His had been cropped short earlier in the week. He strided onto the Flight deck and went over to the section marked for the security crew.

He stood to attention and watched the door way as other crew entered. Whenever a security member walked up to him to take a position he shook their hand and introduced himself.

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CoS

At 0645 on the dot, Eleanor was walking in the flight deck, her dress uniform pressed and seemingly perfectly hugging her body. From all the branches of Starfleet, the SFMC was the only one that had kept some roots in the old Earth uniforms, and therefore the branch in which work uniforms and dress uniforms looked the most different from each other.

Most days Carnegie wore her flight suit, even when she didn’t need to. To her it was almost as a second skin. At the moment, the dark blue, red striped pants felt foreign to her body, and the black tunic even more.

Easily recognizable among the Fleet officers in the room, Carnegie made her way across the flight deck to where some of her fellow Marines were already gathered. She spotted Charlie and Smoke already there and she stood with them. She smiled at Siren as she walked by. Of course the gorgeous woman had chosen to wear a skirt. If Malcolm was the CAG now, she wondered if she had been the one taking the leadership of the Fighter Squadron.

Standing at attention with the rest of the crew, Eleanor waited for the remaining officers to arrive.

Cpt. Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO