Posted by Captain Adrian Walker-Matthews (Match) (Commanding Officer) in Pre Sim: All Too Familar Territory (New CO Arrives) (OPEN)
STARBASE 247
STARDATE: 74580.06

“Ops to Commander Matthews, Admiral Harkman wishes to see you in her office in ten minutes.” Commander Adrian Walker-Matthews gave a short small chuckle as the communication channel closed; every time a new officer or group of officers came into his life, they could never decide on which of his double barreled surnames to use both in conversation and more formal settings; he had to admit to himself that he missed the days where the officers under his command would just refer to him as ‘Match’ or ‘Boss’; Starfleet was certainly a different operation in the days since the Dominion War and Borg Invasion, there wasn’t much need for a Black Ops specialist in this newly rejuvenated exploratory era of Starfleet. Not that he minded the more peaceful missions with the occasional red alert thrown in to keep him on his toes… but he had to admit that he was eager to get his hands dirty again…

Before he left his temporary quarters - he had been recalled to Starbase 247 after a brief stint acting as temporary XO on the Oxford, which he was grateful for due to the time he got to spend with his wife Sarah, riding on horseback on the hills of the Missisippi; it may have been in holographic form but it was still sure as hell a great view - Match kissed the portrait of his wife and children, packing it inside a bag and straightening his uniform in the reflection of the bulkhead. Well, back in the firing line Match, may as well go in locked and loaded.

Ops was as busy as could be expected for a Starfleet base at this time in the Federation’s calendar, but the grizzled Commander could tell that something was up as all of the officers at their station’s turned as the turbolift door opened and he stepped out.
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t stationed here to keep an eye on y’all, but as you were anyway I guess…”
A voice shot up from the other side of the room, “What can I say Match, these people know a… commanding presence when they see one.” Admiral Jesse Harkman had what seemed to be a knowing grin on her face… Match was starting to realise the direction in which this conversation was going to go.

Stepping across the threshold into the Admiral’s office, Match couldn’t help but smile at the order in which Harkman’s office was presented. There were pictures all over the walls of Harkman taking holos with several of Starfleet’s finest from the past twenty years of Federation history, Picard, Sisko, Janeway, Bateson to name a few. There were also several basketball trophies adorning shelves behind her desk. Match was impressed, she was clearly an active officer, and the Fleet could sure use more and more people like her.

Harkman grinned, “I know how you like to keep your orders straight forward Match, so I’ll keep this simple, what do you know of the Olinski? Match stepped onto his back foot for a second, before correcting himself. “Flagship of one of the carrier fleets right? 40 decks, a fighter wing with it’s own seperate command structure, maximum warp speed of nine and a half, quite the beast when she needs to be.”
“You’ve quite clearly done your homework Commander, who gave the game away?”
“Being a black ops vet means I still have contacts at Utopia Planitia ma’am, couldn’t try harder to hide those specialist ships from the Borg.”
“Damn my terrible acting,” Harkman chuckled, “Well I suppose I may as well get this over with. Commander Adrian Walker-Matthews, you are so ordered to take up command of the USS Brian A. Olinski as well as,” she held up a small ring box with a Starfleet insignia etched into the lid, “A promotion to Captain.” Match let the Admiral get halfway through the speech before he had to put his hand on the chair in front of him and try and silence the buzzing in his ears.
“Damn,” he said after a few seconds, “Well of course I accept but -”
“You’re not sure you’re ready? Wait until you see the ship…”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

The transporter beam crystallised the form of newly minted Captain Walker Matthews aboard the Olinski in a few seconds. After a few clicks of his neck, and the mild panic at the look of a group of officers watching him on the pad, he cleared his throat, “Captain Adrian Walker-Matthews, requesting permission to come aboard?”

-Captain Adrian Walker Matthews-

BUMP FOR ANY CREW!

-Kieron-