Arrival

Posted on Sun Mar 29th, 2020 @ 1:31am by Captain Dyllon McMahon
Edited on on Sun Mar 29th, 2020 @ 2:12am

1,274 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Saga Begins
Location: San Francisco, Earth/USS Ganymede, Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards
Timeline: Prime

Dyllon walked into the 602 Club, a bar built as a tribute to the original 602 Club that pilots working in the Warp Five Complex frequented. At the bar stood a redheaded human woman, a holographic replica of Ruby, the waitress that served during that time.

He walked up to the bar, and ordered. "Synth Scotch, neat"

Ruby looked up, her holo-matrix incapable of forgetting a face, "Well, if it isn't Comman- wait, Captain McMahon?!"

Dyllon straightened his tunic, still not comfortable wearing the ship duty uniform after 6 years in Academy attire. "Yeah... they finally gave me another command."

Ruby reached under the counter and produced a bottle of Scotch, "In that case, there's no way I'm serving synthohol. You're getting the real deal." She pulled out a rocks glass, and poured the amber liquid into the glass.

Dyllon grabbed the glass, and took a sip. "I didn't want to show up on my first day drunk, but I suppose one drink won't hurt. At least I'm not piloting my own shuttle."

Ruby smiled, "You're already shipping out?"

"Yeah, command wants me out there ASAP. They're already behind schedule. I'm boarding a shuttle in a few minutes. Just stopping by to grab one last drink, and to say goodbye."

"We'll miss you around here", Ruby said as she poured herself a glass, and raised it. "To Captain Dyllon McMahon!"

Dyllon raised his glass, "To going boldly where no one has gone before!" Downing the drink, he placed the glass upside down on the table. He winked at Ruby, and headed for the door.

Location: Shuttlecraft Hygiea, in orbit of Mars

Dyllon looked out of the forward window towards the red planet, slightly obscured by many docking stations with ships in multiple states of construction.

Ensign Atherton, the shuttle pilot, pointed out the window, "There she is, sir. Hard to see now, but we'll be in range before you know it." Atherton fumbled with the comms panel, attempting to find the proper channel through all of the comms traffic. "Shuttlecraft Hygiea to Ganymede, requesting permission to land."

There was a pause before a female voice came over the comms, "This is Ganymede flight control. What is your business, Hygiea?"

"Delivery of the Hygiea to Ganymede shuttlecraft inventory, as well as transport of Captain McMahon", he replied.

There was obvious scuffling on the other side of the comms, and whispering was heard. "He's early! Notify the chief"

She cleared her throat, "You're cleared to land in main shuttlebay, level 2, Hygiea. The Chief of the Boat will meet you on the flight deck."

Location: Flight Deck, USS Ganymede

Dyllon stepped out of the back of the shuttle, a bag slung over his shoulder. Standing on the flight deck was a ragtag line of flight crew, standing at attention, and at the end of the line stood an older Andorian male, wearing a red duty uniform and sporting the insignia of master chief petty officer on his collar. The chief pulled out a bosuns whistle, and blew the signal.

"Permission to come aboard," Dyllon said, as was tradition.

"Permission granted," the chief replied.

Dyllon looked out over the crewmembers assembled. He stepped forward, and handed a PADD to the chief. The chief read from the PADD.

"To Captain Dyllon McMahon, Stardate 59238.47, you are hereby requested and required to assume command of the USS Ganymede as of this date, signed Admiral Nicholas Bennington, Starfleet Command." the chief read aloud. He then looked up as if referring to the computer as an ethereal presence, "Computer, transfer all command codes to Captain Dyllon McMahon, voice authorization Shraa alpha two seven beta episolon nine."

The computer's voice came over the speaker, "Transfer complete, the USS Ganymede is now under the command of Captain Dyllon McMahon."

Dyllon stepped forward and extended his hand to Shraa, "I relieve you, sir." The chief accepted his handshake, "I stand relieved."

"Dismissed," Dyllon said to the crew assembled on the deck, before turning to the chief.

"I'm glad to meet you, Chief...?" Dyllon questioned.

"Shraa, sir. Chief Shraa."

"Glad to meet you, Chief Shraa. I'm looking forward to working with you. How are things coming along?"

"Well, sir, I'm sure you've heard that we're behind schedule. The fleet yards have been working double shifts to churn out new ships, and they decided nearly last minute to prototype a slipstream drive on the Ganymede. So, that's set the crew back a bit. We have most non-senior positions already filled, and about 80 percent of the crew is on board. We've still got a few arriving in the upcoming week, and there are certain senior positions that are awaiting your input on filling. Should I give you the grand tour, captain?"

"That's not necessary, Chief. I'm quite familiar with the Luna class. I came up through the engineering ranks, so as you can imagine, I've been pouring over the schematics quite extensively. That being said, Starfleet wants us out of spacedock ASAP. I'm shooting for launch in two weeks. As such, I'd like you to implement a four shift rotation for now. We'll re-assess once we are back on schedule. I'll be in my ready room. Have my cargo sent to my quarters. Let me know if there are any further setbacks." Dyllon talked as he walked to the turbolift. Stepping inside, Dyllon gave the command, "Bridge."

Location: Bridge, USS Ganymede

Dyllon stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. There were techs throughout the entire place working on finishing up console installs and such. A young petty officer looked up as he stepped out, and went wide-eyed. "....c-c-captain on the bridge!" he stuttered and yelled as he stood up at attention. The entire bridge immediately followed suit.

Dyllon felt all of the eyes on him as he made his way towards the captain's chair. Setting his bag on the floor, he sat down. "As you were."

As they relaxed, one of the more excited crewmembers yelled, "Booyah!", and the rest followed suit with their own calls of booyah and applause. After giving them a moment, Dyllon smiled and said, "Alright, thank you. That's enough. Let's get to work."

He stood up from his seat, grabbed his bag, and stepped into his ready room.

Location: Ready Room, USS Ganymede

Dyllon made his way over to the desk, and dropped his bag on it. He opened it up, and pulled out a large isolinear data array, place it on the console, "Computer, transfer holo-matrix to main computer, granted yeoman level permissions."

The computer made an acknowledging beep, and the machine hummed as data transferred over. It then beeped again to signify successful transfer. "Computer, activate yoeman ALYX."

ALYX materialized in front of him, "Good afternoon, Captain. How may one be of assistance?"

"We've got our work cut out for us, ALYX. First of all, I went ahead and selected the top candidates for Chief Science and Medical officers, but they're currently at Deep Space Nine. Are holo-comms online?" he asked.

"Holographic Communications are online and available." ALYX responded.

"Good. Setup an appointment with Lt Vokal and Doctor Graham. I'd like to meet them in 'person' before giving final sign off on their transfers."

"Very good, sir."

Dyllon looked on his PADD at the multiple first officer applications he had received. They were all fine examples of command officers, and any one of them would make a fine XO. However, he needed someone he could trust to have his back, since their main mission would take them so far out of Federation space.

"Also... find out what the hell Commander K'Rah'San is doing nowadays."

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