Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Awards II - Position Recognition
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Apr 16, 2026, 1:56:35 AM (3 days ago) Apr 16
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With his welcomes well and truly out of the way Sol knew exactly what was coming next. Sal began to focus on each of the rest of the crew, handing out various recognitions for the crew's performance throughout the last mission.
Taybrim: I wanted to give you all a quick update, and confirm that despite the oddity of the waves of memory loss, your actions have opened up valuable diplomatic conversations with the Ameoneians. Sometimes a shared hardship brings people closer together and this seemed to be the case for the Ameoneian delegation. Your willingness to work together had opened diplomatic doors that a simple conference may have overlooked.
It was good to hear that despite their difficulties diplomatic channels were actually opened between the Federation and the Ameoneians. Their struggles hadn't been for nothing at the very least. Sol could see Sal's eye searching the crowd before landing on Evan Ross.
Taybrim: Commander Ross, you remaining unaffected by the memory loss and your calm, focused actions and diplomatic focus during difficult, even dangerous times made a distinct impression on Minister Ifra, which carried forward to the rest of the delegation. I would like to recognize your efforts with the Diplomacy Ribbon.
Ross: ?
Taybrim: No, no sitting, I’m not done yet. ::his dark eyes sparkled:: You were present at a critical moment when your commanding officer experienced over a decade of memory loss and started tracing steps of a former life. You stepped forward and took up a leadership role that helped protect your fellow crewmembers and while also respecting the Ameoneian delegation. For this I recognize you with the Leadership Excellence Ribbon.
Ross: ?
Sol couldn't really see his reactions or hear what was being said in congratulations but she was proud of him. Evan was one of her best people, and she knew he would go far, if he wanted. She raised her glass slightly to him with a slight nod. Sol let her thoughts consume her for a few moments, as Sal moved on to Ryden and Alok. She was only pulled from them at hearing her own name. She shot Sal a look that clearly said 'Be careful.' though more playfully than maliciously. She made her way up to the front.
Taybrim: Commander McLaren. Sol. ::he smiled.:: You were a busy officer this mission as well. You also started with recognizing that something was wrong and you helped talk a fellow crewmember back into dock and into safety. Your ability to connect with your crewmates and help them in all aspects of missions had blossomed over the years. I am pleased to recognize your quick and calm thinking with the Unity Ribbon.
McLaren: Thank you.
Oh, now the dark eyes sparkled again.
Taybrim: Also, if I may say, your years as director of the Intel Tower have given you a canny ability at leadership. Something I think suits you very well. In this past mission you took command of the same situations I just highlighted. Bringing the Zambezi into dock, getting your team to assist the Beau Soleil, and then laser focusing and moving your team into the civilian sector to stop the malfunctioning weather systems before we had floods in San Francisco. For your ongoing strong leadership I want to recognize your hard work with the Captain’s Commendation. ::he paused and smirked:: Or is that Commodore’s Commendation? Nah, too much alliteration.
She inclined her head, chuckling.
McLaren: I appreciate it.
Any: ?
Taybrim: And personally, Sol? I am so proud of you. I know, without worrying, that I can depend on your leadership even when things go sideways. Thank you.
Sol let her facade drop just slightly, enveloping Sal into a quick hug.
McLaren: No, thank you.
She wasn't crying, but she was close. She cleared her throat slightly and hurried back to the rear of the crowd as Sal thankfully moved on to the other members of the crew, all of whom who had done tremendous things and each of which deserved the awards they were given. Sal began to move into his next portion of the presentation, and Sol could see several small rosewood boxes, and she knew exactly what was in each.
Mi'Shune and Lyra both sporting brand new hollow pips, and Lyra with a new position accompanying hers. Ryden with a new full gold pip, and a new position as well. Then Sal moved on to one last announcement, one that she had known was coming for a while. SO she wasn't surprised.
Taybrim: And one last important announcement. As it may take some time for Captain Fairhug to return, and we have a new mission to tend to in the immediate future, I am appointing Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster as acting Commanding Officer of StarBase 118 ops until Captain Fairhug returns.
Foster: ?
Sol cheered, perhaps louder than most. Wyn was her brother, even if not by blood. She was happy to see him get to spread his wings even further.
Any: ?
Taybrim: And yes, I am aware that this leave Ops without a First Officer… however I am asking Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren to serve as Commander Foster’s First Officer.
Sol raised her glass.
McLaren: We'll keep an eye on the station for now.
Any: ?
Taybrim: I can firmly say that I believe StarBase 118 is in good hands and you both will do a fantastic job. And I can firmly say that this is a magnificent crew who can achieve great things in good times and hard times. So let me end by saying congratulations to everyone! And thank you all for all of your hard work!
Sol raised her glass again along with everyone else.
McLaren: To 118!
Any: ?
With his welcomes well and truly out of the way Sol knew exactly what was coming next. Sal began to focus on each of the rest of the crew, handing out various recognitions for the crew's performance throughout the last mission.
Taybrim: I wanted to give you all a quick update, and confirm that despite the oddity of the waves of memory loss, your actions have opened up valuable diplomatic conversations with the Ameoneians. Sometimes a shared hardship brings people closer together and this seemed to be the case for the Ameoneian delegation. Your willingness to work together had opened diplomatic doors that a simple conference may have overlooked.
It was good to hear that despite their difficulties diplomatic channels were actually opened between the Federation and the Ameoneians. Their struggles hadn't been for nothing at the very least. Sol could see Sal's eye searching the crowd before landing on Evan Ross.
Taybrim: Commander Ross, you remaining unaffected by the memory loss and your calm, focused actions and diplomatic focus during difficult, even dangerous times made a distinct impression on Minister Ifra, which carried forward to the rest of the delegation. I would like to recognize your efforts with the Diplomacy Ribbon.
Ross: ?
Taybrim: No, no sitting, I’m not done yet. ::his dark eyes sparkled:: You were present at a critical moment when your commanding officer experienced over a decade of memory loss and started tracing steps of a former life. You stepped forward and took up a leadership role that helped protect your fellow crewmembers and while also respecting the Ameoneian delegation. For this I recognize you with the Leadership Excellence Ribbon.
Ross: ?
Sol couldn't really see his reactions or hear what was being said in congratulations but she was proud of him. Evan was one of her best people, and she knew he would go far, if he wanted. She raised her glass slightly to him with a slight nod. Sol let her thoughts consume her for a few moments, as Sal moved on to Ryden and Alok. She was only pulled from them at hearing her own name. She shot Sal a look that clearly said 'Be careful.' though more playfully than maliciously. She made her way up to the front.
Taybrim: Commander McLaren. Sol. ::he smiled.:: You were a busy officer this mission as well. You also started with recognizing that something was wrong and you helped talk a fellow crewmember back into dock and into safety. Your ability to connect with your crewmates and help them in all aspects of missions had blossomed over the years. I am pleased to recognize your quick and calm thinking with the Unity Ribbon.
McLaren: Thank you.
Oh, now the dark eyes sparkled again.
Taybrim: Also, if I may say, your years as director of the Intel Tower have given you a canny ability at leadership. Something I think suits you very well. In this past mission you took command of the same situations I just highlighted. Bringing the Zambezi into dock, getting your team to assist the Beau Soleil, and then laser focusing and moving your team into the civilian sector to stop the malfunctioning weather systems before we had floods in San Francisco. For your ongoing strong leadership I want to recognize your hard work with the Captain’s Commendation. ::he paused and smirked:: Or is that Commodore’s Commendation? Nah, too much alliteration.
She inclined her head, chuckling.
McLaren: I appreciate it.
Any: ?
Taybrim: And personally, Sol? I am so proud of you. I know, without worrying, that I can depend on your leadership even when things go sideways. Thank you.
Sol let her facade drop just slightly, enveloping Sal into a quick hug.
McLaren: No, thank you.
She wasn't crying, but she was close. She cleared her throat slightly and hurried back to the rear of the crowd as Sal thankfully moved on to the other members of the crew, all of whom who had done tremendous things and each of which deserved the awards they were given. Sal began to move into his next portion of the presentation, and Sol could see several small rosewood boxes, and she knew exactly what was in each.
Mi'Shune and Lyra both sporting brand new hollow pips, and Lyra with a new position accompanying hers. Ryden with a new full gold pip, and a new position as well. Then Sal moved on to one last announcement, one that she had known was coming for a while. SO she wasn't surprised.
Taybrim: And one last important announcement. As it may take some time for Captain Fairhug to return, and we have a new mission to tend to in the immediate future, I am appointing Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster as acting Commanding Officer of StarBase 118 ops until Captain Fairhug returns.
Foster: ?
Sol cheered, perhaps louder than most. Wyn was her brother, even if not by blood. She was happy to see him get to spread his wings even further.
Any: ?
Taybrim: And yes, I am aware that this leave Ops without a First Officer… however I am asking Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren to serve as Commander Foster’s First Officer.
Sol raised her glass.
McLaren: We'll keep an eye on the station for now.
Any: ?
Taybrim: I can firmly say that I believe StarBase 118 is in good hands and you both will do a fantastic job. And I can firmly say that this is a magnificent crew who can achieve great things in good times and hard times. So let me end by saying congratulations to everyone! And thank you all for all of your hard work!
Sol raised her glass again along with everyone else.
McLaren: To 118!
Any: ?
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