WHEE!!! Meridian's going again! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 Brad Ruder <kylepiercecpa@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: From the USS Meridian... "The New Right Hand" by Rear Admiral Kyle Pierce & Commander Anthony Manson So many names, so many credentials, so many qualified people for the job. Kyle had sorted through endless amounts of PADDS, personnel reports, and commendation notations all in the name of finding himself the most intelligent, brash, and capable job to be his second in command. Needless to say, Kyle had gone through seemingly three hundred applicants that were all the same. One name, however, caught his eye: Commander Anthony Manson. He was a young kid, but not too young. He had a delicate face, but not too delicate. He had the credentials, but it wasn't the cleanest. He didn't really know why he had authorized Manson's transfer, but he had and he wasn't going to regret it. Or so he hoped. The chime on his door rang. Glancing at his chronometer, Kyle smirked. One minute early, I like that. "Enter!" He called, settling into his desk. It was showtime. Anthony walked in, hands behind his back and stood beside the empty seat. Until offered, he wasn't going to just take a seat, something itched that if he did the whole review would be gone to hell in a hand basket. But, not to be rude, Anthony gave a small smile, a polite nod, and a simple greeting, "Good morning, Admiral." "You want the job?" He raised his eyes a little, "Yes, yes I do." Kyle stood, smiling and offering his hands. "It's yours. Welcome aboard, Commander, I look forward to working with you." Anthony grinned then, taking the Admiral's hand and gave a firm shake. "Thank you, sir." There was a momentary silence then, but Anthony lifted it, "What's our current mission?" "Finish repairs, for starters," the Admiral said, easing back into his chair and offering his new executive officer the other. "Then we've been asked to go patrol some border planets that are currently not the site of a battlefield. Given our present situation, that leaves like two. Uninhabited and out of the way. Easy stuff." Anthony nodded, "I'll have the sensors modified, extend it a lightyear more or so. And the short range sensors could use a boost..." He ran a list in his head for things Operations could do. They were efficient, but it didn't rule out that he found things that could use improvements. "Looks like I've got a plateful, kinda sucks when your background is Operations," he half joked. "I've got a tactical background myself. That's why our ship is the flagship of the third fleet." Kyle jested in return. "We should be okay, just stretching our new legs with our new crew. We've got a lot of them after what happened. I'm sure they'll be looking to you as an example for how they expect to be treated by new crew." Anthony nodded, "Understood. Is there anything else you needed done immediately?" "No, not at the moment. It'll be a couple of days before we are prepared to leave. And, even then, it's about two weeks out to the lines. For now, just get settled, meet the people, and fit in." Smirking, Kyle knew just how hard that was, but was sure that the young commander was more than capable of that small task if he could command a starship. "We'll call a department head meeting the day of our launch for all the formalities." Anthony nodded and stood up, "Shall do, if there's anything else, I'll go get acquainted with the crew." --------------------------------- Looking for earth-friendly autos? Browse Top Cars by "Green Rating" at Yahoo! Autos' Green Center. --------------------------------- Any questions? Get answers on any topic at Yahoo! Answers. Try it now.