Pulling out the Captain's Chair - Part Five

Posted on Sun Mar 8th, 2020 @ 5:52am by Rear Admiral Heather Theriault & Franklin Armstrong & Captain Marcus Duval & Commodore Siaxx "Bluemoon" Dvald-Vaxx MD
Edited on on Sun Mar 8th, 2020 @ 5:53am

Mission: Mission 72: T'Would Ring the Bells of Heaven
Location: Various Locations - Roanoke Battlegroup
Timeline: Apr 5th 2392

Commander Marcus Duval was seated in his ready room, working on his paperwork as the com system beeped at him. Duval tapped the display with his left hand. "Authorization. Duval Nine Four Alpha Tango."

The display then slid out of the tabletop as a face of an old friend appeared on the screen before him. "Captain. Hows life?" Franklin Armstrong smiled at his friend.

"I'm alright. I miss my wife... She's over on the Alaska."

"Well... How would you feel about commanding the new USS Oathsworn, she's a new Guardian class battleship thats being commissioned shortly, you are due for promotion to Captain so I want to offer you that and the posting of commanding officer... I'll be commanding the First Battleship squadron of Roanoke's battlegroup so I want you commanding one of my battleships."

"Sounds good Admiral. I accept... Maybe I can... poach my wife from the Alaska too..." Duval smiled.

"Maybe. I'll leave you to it then." Armstrong responded. "I need to make another quick phone call... Thank you for your time Marcus."

"One thing.. When does all this happen?"

"In about six months time or so." Armstrong responded with a smile. "Now that you've accepted. It'll happen, thats a guarantee..." Armstrong responded. "Till next time." and with that the screen went black.

About twenty minutes later or so. Commander Siaxx Dvald was on leave, due to her developing pregnancy which she was having issues with considering she didn't take it easy early on and now she was dealing with issues considering her lack of preparation early on. She was wearing her uniform as she was processing paperwork in the ready room, assisting Lieutenant Tressa Riken with commanding the USS Tranquility.

Suddenly the doorbell went off, starting Siaxx out of her reverie. She blinked as she recalled it was the doorbell and not someone shouting at her. "Enter!" she called.

The door opened and in walked an older woman wearing an Admirals uniform. Siaxx was half out of her chair as the older woman smiled. "Don't get up Siaxx.. I know about your troubles."

"Ummm yessir." the small Bolian responded.

"How is the little guy .. If I might inquire.?"

"He's doing alright. I'm due in a little over six weeks time." Siaxx smiled. "But.. You didn't come all this way to ask me that.." she regarded Therriault with a smile.

"Down to business then... I heard that about you too." Therriault then sat down across from Siaxx. "I came because I'm offering you the center seat on the USS Manticore. Her present skipper is being promoted and reassigned to another ship, he's going to a battleship so this frees up Manticore and I want to stick your name in for her."

"I appreciate that sir.. But I'll-" Dvald-Sullivan stopped as the other woman simply raised a hand.

"Have to turn me down?" Therriault smiled softly before she gently had a small chuckle. "I can understand why you'd want to keep members of your present crew... They have served you well." the older woman smiled. "But most of them are too low ranked anyway... and Captain Duval isn't going to be able to take his old crew to his new assignment, you won't be able to take yours either."

Siaxx nodded. "Fair enough. I understand."