Style>((Shuttlebay, USS Gorkon)) =
font-size:12.0pt'>The incoming shuttle touched down onto the deck not far f=
rom their leaning post with practiced ease. With a hiss, the ramp hatch ope=
ned up, allowing those transported on board to step out into the wonderful =
world of recycled air and containment. One such lucky fellow was a tall, br=
own-haired, yellow-collared officer, with the look of someone evaluating wh=
ere all the best spots for cover were. By description, this was the new Ens=
ign they waited for, and both officers pushed off their casual respite to g=
pan style=3D'font-size:12.0pt'>Reynolds: Ensign Sutton, welcome aboard. I'm=
Rear Admiral Quinn Reynolds, your Commanding Officer. ::She indicated to J=
o by swishing her tea mug to her side.:: This is Lieutenant Commander Jo Ma=
rshall, your First Officer.
ontHxMailStyle>Sutton: Ensign Sutton, repo=
rting for duty, sir!
ilStyle>Marshall: Enthusiasm. I like it. :=
:She smiled a little more fully and affected her best Academy commander's v=
oice.:: At ease, Ensign. No need to sprain something right out of the gate.=
Don't be too surprised you've got us to greet you here; like the Admiral a=
e>Reynolds: Anything to get out of my Read=
y Room. ::She raised her eyebrows in a small, wry expression of amusement a=
nd fixed her hazel eyes on the much taller man.:: I understand you served a=
few missions aboard starships during your time as a Marine. Looking forwar=
d to doing it in a gold collar instead of green?=
: Yes sir.
pan style=3D'font-size:12.0pt'>Marshall: We've all done it in a gold collar=
e=3D'font-size:12.0pt'>Still on guard for those looking to haze the new guy=
, Sutton wondered if the look on the Commander's face, as subtle as=
it was, was meant as a jab or maybe just an inside joke with the CO.=
Either way, Josh was beginning to gather his wits about him and realize th=
at he needed to dial back the Marine and release his inner Ensign.
e=3D'font-size:12.0pt'>Josh snatched up his duffle that he had let drop to =
the floor, flung it back over his shoulder and followed his superiors out i=
nto the corridor.
tyle>((Corridor outside shuttlebay, USS=
e>As the trio stepped through the double d=
oors, it struck Josh that this was now HIS ship. As soon as he heard =
he would be completing his training at Starbase 118, the USS Gorkon was the=
ship he wanted to serve on. He could not say for certain what drew h=
im to this ship, whether it was his modicum flow of Klingon blood in his ve=
ins or the eagerness of this being his first assignment, but when he saw th=
e distinct colors of the Gorkon corridors, he began to have a tiny thought =
in the back of his mind that he might have found a place that he could call=
home. Josh had to make a conscious effort to remove the smile that had app=
eared out of nowhere, right under his nose. But he was not sure if he was c=
ompletely successful. At least he had stopped fidgeting with the newl=
y acquired ensign pip on his collar.
=3DDefaultFontHxMailStyle>Marshall: Your t=
ransfer report sang your praises. Sounds like you impressed someone on your=
Marine deployment to recommend you for the Academy. an>
MailStyle>Sutton: Honestly, I couldn=
't decide which I wanted to do. I started as tactical, drawn =
to the strategic and, well, tactical aspects of a starship. But then =
I discovered that the operational side of things was intriguing as well.=C2=
=A0 Plus, it would allow me to be more versatile, should the need arise.=C2=
=A0 And since I didn't have an actual social life, being a good bit=
older than the other cadets in my class, I had the time to do both as well=
as minor in security.
MailStyle>Reynolds/Marshall: Response =
nt-size:12.0pt'>As they walked, part of Josh's cognitive functions =
were busy trying to take in as much of the ship as he could as they passed =
by. He wanted to take note of places to come back and see later but d=
ecided it would be a better use of his faculties to pay attention to the Ad=
miral and Commander. There would be plenty of time to explore his new=
ship in due time.