Introduction of T'Lyt
(After the commercial, we come back on the docking concourse...)
Starfleet Docking <Deck F12> [Gibraltar Station]
This corridor is wider than most on the station, allowing plenty of room for large groups of people to travel along its length. The walls are paneled in light gray. One side of the corridor consists of mustering areas centered on regularly spaced airlocks, one for each Starfleet ship that can be docked in the bay outside. The other side is mostly empty except for freestanding kiosks placed regularly along the wall, providing information and directions for those just arriving at the station. This area alternates between busy (at times when ships are just arriving or just leaving) and relatively empty. Lighting is provided by strips that line the juncture between walls and ceiling, as well as alert tracers that line the doors and openings along the corridor.
A Vulcan female, long red hair pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her neck, stands near the recently-arrived shuttle looking at a PADD. She's in a one-piece duty uniform with the gold trim on it marking her as neither a command nor science officer. Of course, it's T'Lyt -- she did send ahead a communique to say she was coming, having been assigned as the station's new Assistant Chief of Operations.
Solvek walks down the concourse and notices the Vulcan. He stops and for a brief moment his face contorts into a smile. It is quickly replaced with his usual poker face. He walks towards his sister. "Lieutenant, I was unaware at you were arriving today. It is... 'very nice' to see you."
T'Lyt arches up an eyebrow. No smile touches her lips, but her eyes "grin." "That I arrived a few days earlier than predicted, thanks to clear travel lanes is enough to elicit such a reaction, brother?" she asks... even as she reaches down to pick up the fleet-issue duffle that's at her feet. Then, bag in hand, her eyebrow falling and the "grin" pulled out of her eyes, she says, "Lieutenant T'Lyt, reporting for duty, sir," and hands over the PADD -- her orders, clearly.
Solvek's face remains emotionless. "My time with Captain Hawkins has caused me to emulate certain mannerisms that humans use." He takes the PADD and looks it over. "You are to be Assistant to the Chief of Operations. His name is Koram Nobil. He is Bajoran and very efficient at his post." He taps at the PADD a few times, "Your orders state that you are off duty until Commander Koram can give you further orders. As it stands he is busy, therfore, I will show you the station and your post in his stead."
T'Lyt lowers her head in a half-nod, this being her only awknowledgement of the talk of duty station. "As we go to that, might I inquire as to your... current state of wellness?" she asks, quietly. "It has been quite long since we last spoke."
Solvek nods, "It has been quite long. I am as well as can be expected. I have mostly recovered from T'Mar's passing. Returning her katra to Vulcan allowed me to restore my logical thought patterns." He pauses. "My command position on the Akagi was otherwise fruitful. I was able to acquire much experience while on that post due to the 9th Fleet's position on the front line."
"The Bellerophon is being decomissioned. She was a good ship," T'Lyt says, using the human "a ship is female" euphemism. "The damage she suffered in our battles proved to be significant enough that it was more effort to refit her than to gut her to material with which to complete another vessel," she says. Her tone changes -- she clearly doesn't like that her former ship is being so used -- the Bellerophon had earned her loyalty, clearly.
"Whatever ill will you feel toward those who have ordered the Bellerephon's decommision, I would remind you that their decision was the logical one." Solvek pauses, "I beieve it would be best if you were shown Operations. Once the Captain is finished with her meeting you can make her acquaintance."
T'Lyt nods. "It was, of course, the logical and correct decision. Please do lead the way, sir," she says.
Solvek turns and heads towards the turbolift. "This way, Lieutenant."
(Cut back to Operations)
Operations <Deck 8> [Gibraltar Station]
This room is the heart of Starbase 247, from which all systems can be controlled. The room is circular, with a ring of consoles centered on a lowered "pit." This area is dominated by a circular table which typically employs versatile and highly realistic holograms to create a cylindrical viewscreen. The entire area of space outside the station can be seen at once, or it can focus on a particular sector. There is also capability to project single images for communications or complex reports.
Several consoles are arranged in a ring 3 meters from the central viewing area, with three breaks for stairs leading to the pit. One arc is given over to a command console which faces the viewer as well as the door to the corridor. To the right of this station (if one is facing the viewer) is an arc which is shared by the Tactical and Sensor consoles; to the left is an arc shared by Navigational Control and Communications. All of these stations are arranged so that one may easily see the central viewer and are outfitted with tan chairs. Within the pit are four consoles set up against two of the cherrywood arcs so that one sitting at them must turn to see the central viewer. Engineering and Operations face Tactical and Sensors, while Environmental Control and Mission Operations face Nav Control and Communications. The space below the command station is clear. Each arc sits atop a lighted pedestal, as does each shared console in the pit.
The outer walls are broken by three doors, each spaced in line with a set of stairs. Besides the door to the corridor there is one to the ready room and one to the head. Behind the command station is a standard viewscreen which can project whatever image the commander so wishes. The master systems displays for the command section and various modules are behind the tactical/sensor arc, while the MSD for the spacedock is behind the last. The floor is carpeted in gray trimmed with light tan. Lighting is provided by panels placed along the join between walls and ceiling.
Alexandria walks out of the ready room. Beaming, she walks to the exit.
Following behind Solvek is a red-haired vulcan woman carrying a fleet-issue dufflebag in one hand. Recent communiques might easily identify her as T'Lyt, the new Assistant Chief of Operations, formerly filling the same role aboard the Intrepid class starship USS Bellerophon -- now being decommissioned.
Solvek nods at Alexandria, "Congratulations Lieutenant." He turns to T'Lyt, "This is Operations. I assume Commander Koram will assign you your duties when he is able to do so. Follow me to the Captain's Ready Room and you may present yourself to Captain Hawkins."
Alexandria nods to Solvek, still uncomfortable with him but smiles anyhow and leaves quietly.
Alexandria leaves through the door toward Central Corridor <Deck
Alexandria has left.
T'Lyt nods again, first to Alexandria as Solvek offers congratulations then, again, to acknowledge Solvek's words. "Aye, sir," she says, continuing to follow along. "When this is completed, would you accompany me to my assigned quarters after a stop by the shuttledeck? I must introduce Brighteyes to her new home as well as to you. She dislikes being confined as she has been."
Solvek nods. "Certainly." He leads the way to the Ready Room.
(The camera moves to the Ready Room as the officers enter.)
Captain's Ready Room <Deck 8> [Gibraltar Station]
Though not terribly spacious, this office is well-appointed and comfortable. The central feature of the room is the smoked glass desk, trimmed in oak, which sits with its longest side facing the door. There is a small terminal atop the desk, as well as some personal items of the occupant. Behind the desk is a light maroon swivel chair, well-cushioned with comfortable armrests, and in front are two smaller copies of this chair for visitors to sit in. To the right of the door is a light maroon couch with a small white table set in front of it, above which is hung an artist's rendition of Starbase 247 in orbit of the planet below. The couch is large enough to easily hold three people. Behind the desk and chairs is a small cherrywood shelf upon which various items of art have been put on display. The right side of the room is a curved wall dominated by tall windows that look out onto space. To the left is a small door that leads to a washroom. Next to this is a small replicator. The walls are paneled in maroon and the carpet on the floor is a matching color. Lighting panels line the upper junction between walls and ceiling.
A red-haired vulcan woman, recognizable from file-photos in recent communiques as T'Lyt, the new Asst Chief of Operations, follows Solvek into the Ready Room. She's dressed in a typical duty one-piece, carrying a fleet-issue dufflebag in one hand. Her hair is worn long, in the way usually only seen on female human officers, and caught into a ponytail at the back of her neck. Upon entering, she sets the bag down and stands "at attention."
The Captain is nowhere to be seen for a moment. Not from the door, anyhow. She answered the chime, though, so she must be here. The shelf behind the desk is only half-full, carrying two small ship models--one of a Rigel class and one of a Sabre class--and a strange sculpture that some might recognize as being from the planet of Vudar. There are pictures on the desk, too--one of a group of smiling human girls in pick ballet costumes, another of a group of grinning Starfleet cadets, two more pictures of humans, both happy-looking families, one including a smiling female Starfleet Captain, likely the proud mother of the children in the picture. Who is clearly not the Captain of this starbase, as said Captain straightens from rummaging in a bag on the floor as the Vulcans enter. "Mr. Solvek. You're back earlier than I expected." She takes a small bamboo plant from some sort of protective covering and places it on the shelf, shifting items around to make the shelf look full and balanced.
Solvek stares at the captain. "Speaking with the new Assistant Chief of Operations did not take as long as expected, Captain." Is there a hint of sarcasm in his voice? "I felt it would be proper to bring her to you. Captain, this is Lieutenant T'Lyt, my sister."
At the introduction, T'Lyt steps forward next to Solvek and lowers her head in a sort of nod -- although she remains "at attention," still.
"Ah. Is she, now? What a coincidence." Gwen Hawkins seems to be evidencing a mischevious streak quite unbecoming of a Starfleet Captain at the moment, at least by the smile on her face and the chipper tone in her voice. Then again, she could just be really nice. "It's a pleasure to have you aboard, Lieutenant, and doubly a pleasure as you're Mr. Solvek's sister. I'm sure your family's tradition of exemplary Starfleet service will continue. Your record thus far would certainly seem to indicate that." Pause. "Oh yes. At ease. Take a seat, if you'd like. Unless you have anything else to attend to?"
T'Lyt relaxes from her posture of "attention." "I have yet to take my cat to quarters, sir," she says.
Solvek looks to T'Lyt, "You have a cat? I suppose that is who you were referring to as 'Brighteyes?' If I may Captain, I can escort the Lieutenant to her quarters?"
Hawkins blinks twice, as if the concept of a Vulcan with a cat is quite bizzare. "Of course you may, Mr. Solvek. And then I'll need to speak with you up here, but there's no rush. Just settling in. Housecleaning and all. I wish you luck, Lieutenant."
T'Lyt nods and says, "It is, yes," to her brother. "She became rather ... attached to me before I left the Bellerophon. It was quite clear that she was coming with where ever I went, unless I wished to remove a section of my trousers and my leg in the effort to remove her. Brighteyes has been quite companionable since, during my voyage to Gibraltar Station... and thank you, Captain."
"With your leave Captain." Solvek turns and heads out, "Follow me, Lieutenant."