"Not what I need right now," Garek Loran commented to Lieutenant Commander Richard Wallace and Lieutenant Commander Nevar Pol as the three walked through the promenade on Pylon 3 to the stairs that lead to the docking ports. Wallace gave a wry grin while Nevar remained silent. The three made their way down the large spiral staircase to the lower docking stations. The three lined up abreast and waited for the Chimera to finalize its docking procedure. Garek watched the light above the airlock switch from red to green, and finally the door opened revealing Vice Admiral McCaffee.
The past few days had been very exciting. Jonathan Valdago along with Commander Jeffries were able to stop the Son'a from conquering the station. They used the Hood as a decoy tactic drawing the Son'a away from the station. After doing so, a shuttle was launched loaded with explosives at the lead Son'a ship crippling it. Seeing that there was little more the Son'a could do with their lead ship heavily damaged, they retreated. The Hood returned to dock with hostages freed, however Commander Jeffries and Jonathan Valdago were missing. Garek kept hope, but was beginning to become skeptical like many of the other officers onboard. With Admiral McCaffee now here, Garek could get back to his work, trying to get the station up to normal running order.
"Admiral McCaffee, welcome aboard Supply Base 901. I am Commander Garek Loran, Chief Engineer, and executive officer onboard. Allow me introduce Lieutenant Commanders Nevar Pol and Richard Wallace, my Chief of Security and Chief of Operations respectively."
McCaffee looked to the two other officers and smiled, nodding to each of them. "Commander Loran, I understand that you have seen a little excitement here over the past few days."
"That's correct ma'am," Garek replied. He motioned for the Admiral to proceed while the three men followed her. "Lieutenant Call, station's tactical officer has prepared a briefing for you that you can read at your leisure. I've also had V.I.P. quarters arranged for the duration of your stay onboard."
"Commander, my stay onboard might be longer then both you and I could have wished for." McCaffee turned to look at the unshaven, scruffy looking engineer. "It is my place to assume that Captain Jeffries may have been killed while leading the Son'a away from this station. I've been sent here to take temporary command of this station untill a suitable replacement can be found. I do thank you for the courtesy." McCaffe turned and continued to walk down the promenade. "Commander, I'm going to need a record of personnel onboard the station as well as personnel that are yet to be transferred. I'd also like records of what craft are onboard, which ones have been docked, and also which ships will be arriving. I'd like this on the station commander's desk by 1400 hours."
Garek checked his chronometer. It was 1330 hours. "Of course Admiral. I'll get right on that."
"Good. I'd also like status reports from each of the department heads by that time as well. Also, I'd like to have a meeting with the senior officers at 1500 hours. Make it happen Commander." McCaffee continued down the corridor, appearing as though she already knew the station like the back of her hand.
"Yes ma'am," Garek called after her. He exhaled deeply.
"Looks like you're going to have some fun Commander," Nevar teased wryly.
"I'm not the only one." Garek looked over to Nevar, and to Wallace. The three then made their way down the promenade to the turbolifts in section 3. "Wallace, dig up all of the docking records along with personnel records for this station. Make sure that they are transferred to her immediatly. Nevar, get in contact with all of the department heads onboard and have them report to the briefing room by 1455 hours." Both of the two nodded. "Alright, let's go." The three parted and went their seperate ways.