Commander Rouiancet: Ready to Start

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Captain's log, stardate 240102.07.

It seems somehow gauche to remark in my first captain's log about how odd it is to record a captain's log. Nevertheless, now that the time has come, I find I can't help it. This is my first log as a commanding officer! Of the USS Octavia E. Butler specifically, registry number 82850, a newly commissioned ship of the Sagan class. My responsibility. My assignment. My command.

I'm sure the reality will become routine soon enough, but -- I hope it doesn't happen too quickly.

Despite the accident aboard 'Oumuamua and the several months of refit and repair it has in front of it, the Butler's launch found its crew in good spirits. The backbone of the senior staff are the officers Commodore V'Airu and I sought out aboard the 'Oumuamua and Deep Space 9, along with a few new faces. For example, and with Counselor Brodie's leave of absence, we've been assigned a new counselor, Junior Lieutenant Stendhal. I hope to meet her shortly.

In the mean time, our first mission is taking us to a planet called Cheyd'lang, homeworld of the Cheydalanga. The Cheydalanga were a minor member of the Dominion just before the end of the war, and our mission orders indicate that they've requested Starfleet's assistance since they've recently been contacted by the United Dominion of Planets. Our mission orders don't indicate what the UDP wants with them, but perhaps they don't know either. I'm sure we'll find out upon arrival.

We're in for a few days of transit. Cheyd'lang is located on the far side of the former Dominion sphere of influence, which means that the crew and I will have ample time to explore and begin to learn the ins and outs of our new ship.

End log. For now.

(( Viewing Lounge, Deck 1 Secondary Hull, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Lia exited the log recording not a moment too soon, as the hiss of the parting turbolift doors told her that her solitude in the viewing lounge was about to be interrupted. No matter, especially if she was about to meet Counselor Stendhal -- and when she turned, she saw an officer in a medical jumpsuit whose rank matched that of the counselor. Lia bowed slightly.

Rouiancet: Lieutenant Stendhal? I'm Commander Lia Rouiancet, CO of the Octavia E. Butler.

Stars, but it didn't seem to Lia like she would ever get tired of saying that. True, she might have only said it a handful of times now, but she couldn't imagine it ever becoming rote.

Stendhal: Response

Rouiancet: (a smile) Indeed. I hope you've begun to settle in?

During the launch prep, Lia hadn't had time to meet every new officer and crewmember, and this was her first chance to chat face-to-face with the new counselor. She couldn't imagine a better setting, either, since the viewing lounge was stuffed to bursting with comfortable seating and cozy workstations, along with translucent walls in every direction. At the moment, there wasn't much to see beyond the subspace distortions of their warp bubble, but Lia had always found that particular sight comforting.

Stendhal: Response

Tags! and TBC!

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Commander Lia Rouiancet

Commanding Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler

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