Lanx Velishin
That Cathar Flyboy
[member="Marselia Urstalis"]
Location: Ashira’s Light: Firemane Office Areas
Time: 1300 hours
Departure time for The Isianthar's Vengeance: 1600 hours
Pamplets, documents, and a personal datapad laid strung across a durosteel desk haphazardly. It was as if a child had decided they just didn’t want to do anything anymore, and had thrown their homework across the desk without mind. There were very few other realizations that one could come to if they decided to look into the office of rear admiral Yashel Hael’s just hours before The Isianthar’s Vengeance was set to launch on its maiden voyage.
There was a ridiculous amount of paperwork involved with this whole thing. It was too formal in Yashel’s minds. Approvals for her approvals, which the military still needed to approve so she could start the approval process of her own documents. It was tiredly frustrating. The Eldorai had been running on coffee and hard candies the entirety of the morning, having skipped lunch to have a final meeting with her bridge crew.
That was the one part of this whole thing that hadn’t been incredibly tiring or frustrating. Ivory had been an easy choice for her first officer. For as much hell as she knew she’d get picking sub-lieutenant Gipp as her weapon officer, she had seen his track record, and it spoke for itself. Brunnett and Fein were quite easy picks as well, even if the Fein scared the living kriff out of Hael at times. The woman had no bedside manner whatsoever. The only odd pick of the group was the young ensign, right out of the Firemane naval academy. Ensign flowers was young, green, but seem outlandishly intelligent. Yashel figured he would come in handy to develop into a very reliable navigation officer. If she held onto to him, and he didn’t die, of course.
Everything other than that, had seemed incredibly strung out by the counsel. Her debacle of commission for her first ship, which still lay unrepaired from the trap she had waltzed into, had made them much less trusting of the new Eldorai. Yet the losses at Kaeshana made them desperate, so she was awarded the new ship. Not that they had made it easy for her, whatsoever.
It was almost done, though. Everything was almost finished. In a few hours, all this paperwork would be behind her, and she would be standing on the bridge, flying through hyperspace. No politics, no committee, just her, her crew, and the stars. A small smile cracked along her features as she took another small sip of her coffee. Yashel began to gather up the papers on her desk, with every intention of organizing them.
Just a few more hours. Just a few more hours.
Location: Ashira’s Light: Firemane Office Areas
Time: 1300 hours
Departure time for The Isianthar's Vengeance: 1600 hours
Pamplets, documents, and a personal datapad laid strung across a durosteel desk haphazardly. It was as if a child had decided they just didn’t want to do anything anymore, and had thrown their homework across the desk without mind. There were very few other realizations that one could come to if they decided to look into the office of rear admiral Yashel Hael’s just hours before The Isianthar’s Vengeance was set to launch on its maiden voyage.
There was a ridiculous amount of paperwork involved with this whole thing. It was too formal in Yashel’s minds. Approvals for her approvals, which the military still needed to approve so she could start the approval process of her own documents. It was tiredly frustrating. The Eldorai had been running on coffee and hard candies the entirety of the morning, having skipped lunch to have a final meeting with her bridge crew.
That was the one part of this whole thing that hadn’t been incredibly tiring or frustrating. Ivory had been an easy choice for her first officer. For as much hell as she knew she’d get picking sub-lieutenant Gipp as her weapon officer, she had seen his track record, and it spoke for itself. Brunnett and Fein were quite easy picks as well, even if the Fein scared the living kriff out of Hael at times. The woman had no bedside manner whatsoever. The only odd pick of the group was the young ensign, right out of the Firemane naval academy. Ensign flowers was young, green, but seem outlandishly intelligent. Yashel figured he would come in handy to develop into a very reliable navigation officer. If she held onto to him, and he didn’t die, of course.
Everything other than that, had seemed incredibly strung out by the counsel. Her debacle of commission for her first ship, which still lay unrepaired from the trap she had waltzed into, had made them much less trusting of the new Eldorai. Yet the losses at Kaeshana made them desperate, so she was awarded the new ship. Not that they had made it easy for her, whatsoever.
It was almost done, though. Everything was almost finished. In a few hours, all this paperwork would be behind her, and she would be standing on the bridge, flying through hyperspace. No politics, no committee, just her, her crew, and the stars. A small smile cracked along her features as she took another small sip of her coffee. Yashel began to gather up the papers on her desk, with every intention of organizing them.
Just a few more hours. Just a few more hours.