Posted by Captain Benjamin Gillespie (Incoming Commanding Officer) in Docking Ring: Ben’s arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Sara (Chief Science Officer) in Docking Ring: Ben’s arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nisihe Odraavi (Chief Medical Officer) in Docking Ring: Ben’s arrival
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The Romulan diplomatic vessel had been granted permission to dock. She was returning to Romulus from Earth and had requested a 24 hour stop over to allow the crew some rest and for her quartermaster to take on some fresh supplies for the galley. Airlock passage opened and two Romulan security officers stepped through, glanced around and took up position, one at each side of the hatch.

Three men then emerged through the hatch. On the left there was the Romulan amabassador, dressed in fine, and smart civillian clothing. On the right there was the ship’s captain. His military uniform was smart and pristine and he carried himself with an air of authority and upon emerging from room glanced around.

The third man in the group was a tall, thin human with brushed back blonde hair. A Starfleet officer bearing the rank of Captain. He looked around as if he had seeen a ghost. To Ben, it was almost like stepping back in time.The group had been talking casually making arrangements to meet up at a restaurant for dinner later in the evening. The Romulans joking that they thought Ben would be sick of Romulan food after their journey. The group fell silent as the Captain seemed to be distracted by his thoughts.

As an ensign, Gillespie had been a pilot on the starbase. At the time the Starbase had not had a name and was just an Outpost with a number. The Romulan amabssador had spoken true when he had said the stations refit had been a worthwhile collaboration between the Romulans, the Kllingons and the Federation. Ben remembered reading about the refit project which had been described as a historic venture of peace that would benefit all three peoples. ‘A project that will see the development of a unique cosmopolitan space for commerce and recreation,’ was what they had said. From his memories even some redocartion would brighten the place up and make it feel more welcoming.

There almost seemed to be an unspoken conversation between the Captain and the Ambassador who put a hand on Gillespie’s shoulder. “Ben, you are not your father,” he said in a hushed, but warm voice.

“I know,” Ben replied before putting on a stage smile to hide his feelings for the welcomming party…

-Gillespie

OOC: Anyone who wants to be on the welcoming group, please jump in.

-Jim

OOC: Welcome aboard, Jim!
IC:

Among the welcoming party, shrouded by the lanky figures that towered above her diminutive stature, Nisihe watched for the station’s new Commander. In her time as a doctor aboard the Magellan, she had seen commanders come and go, each unique to themselves and their methods. Of them, Briony and her close friend Nakuto had been among the most interesting. Although saddened to see Briony go, she was curious to what this new Captain would bring to the station.

“Ex-excuse me!” Nisihe huffed, folding her arms over her chest as a larger man stepped in front of her. “Typical.”

Weaving through those gathered, Nisihe kept a close eye on her commbadge. She hoped this was quick; Odraavi didn’t fancy being away from the Sickbay for too long. Brushing down her uniform, she put on her characteristic smile, in all its eccentric bubbliness.

Odraavi, CMO

Amongst the Starfleet Officers present, there were several people wearing press passes. Ben was annoyed seeing how one of them stepped infront of his officers. Anywhere that an Ambassader went, the press were not far behind.

“OK folks,” he announced to a flutter of camera clicks as the room quietened down, “This is not a press conference or photo opportunity. You will recieve no comments from us here. I would appreciate it if you would step back and to the edge of the room. I will allow you to observe our business, as long as there is no interferance or disruption.”

“With your permission, Captain, My contigent I will take our leave of you, so you can continue with your duties,” the Romulan ambassador said.
“I will see you later, old friend,” Ben replied casually.
“Less of the old,” the Romulan said with a grin as he headed for the exit with a number of the press contingent at his heels.

Once there was a bit of space, the CMO’s smile caught Ben’s attention. It was like a breath of fresh air, but Ben knew that the smiling Betazoid would be able to see through him and sense the unease he hid behind his own smile.

As a DH T’Sara thought it only logical she welcome the new CO onboard. She offered a Vulcan salute and courteous nod as he entered. She knew little of this man, but it seemed more fitting to learn his ways through experience than by browsing a personnel file.

-Lt Cmdr T’Sara, CSO

Ben approached T’Sara, who from what he could see was the senior officer in the group and returned her pristine Vulcan salute.

“Captain Benjamin Gillespie, requesting permission to come aboard,” he said.

-Ben

For a moment, this struck T’Sara as odd. But it was procedure that the ranking officer on deck officially permit the new CO to board before he could take his station. “Permission granted Captain. Welcome aboard. I am Lt Cmdr T’Sara, I will be serving as your Chief Science Officer.”

-Lt Cmdr T’Sara, CSO