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:: standing on the Presidio ::

:: wrapping up some business at SFHQ ::

:: looks at Weston :: Wes: I gotta go.

:: is running a crew roster report as her engineers return to their posts ::

:: sits at the table at her family farm. Her bags are packed behind her, and she’s chatting with Tori who also sits at the table :: Tori: I’m so glad you were finally able to graduate and start your practice. I don’t say it enough, I’m proud of you.

Weston> Scott: I know.

:: checking up on the latest reports from the launch bay in regards to fighter status, as well as checking her inbox for a handful of additional helmsman training exercises an old acquaintance had agreed to send ::

:: knows that she's distant and short with her crew, but being functionally cordial is the most she can do ::

Wes: Last ditch... come with me? Transfer?

Weston> Scott: Just don't, okay?

:: materializes on the transporter pad on Atlantis, when she finishes, she releases a short sigh::

:: blushes :: Emily: Aww. You’re too sweet~

:: is checking in with the other marines, still on space-dock while Ethan was off doing his things ::

:: hugs her mother in her parents' high-rise in San Francisco :: Ruari: I wish I could've seen Father off. He's never home, and I was looking forward to spending more time with him.

:: gets out of a meeting with the flag support staff who have been setting her up with things she didn't even know flag officers had ::

:: smiles and thanks her mother as she brings in one last homemade smoothie ::

Wes: Things went haywire... I need grounding...

Weston> Scott: You'll figure it out.

:: wags a finger :: Janessa: Oh, give me a tin of coffee. I’ve gotten so used to the real deal, I ought to have a stash of my own.

:: laughs :: Emily: Of course. :: she goes to the pantry ::

:: back home in Spain, saying goodbye to his parents and what siblings still live at home, plus a couple that came to visit while he was on Earth ::

::drops her small bag on her bed in her quarters before pulling on her uniform::

Ruari> :: after a long hug, lets her daughter go :: Kuari: I know. You know how it is with him, though, always running off to the next planet or station.

:: walks outside onto a patio overlooking the Golden Gate, and finally finds herself being left alone for a moment of peace for the first time since returning to Earth from Risa after accepting the promotion ::

:: gets up and hugs her mother and sister together, finally starting to say her goodbyes ::

Replicator: Ziredac coffee recipe number 2, hot, with a side of 3% hydrocortilene and pistachio biscotti.

Weston> Scott: Life deals us weird hands. You're going to fight with your fellow Marines. Your CO. You're going to want to make amends with friends. At the end of the day, you tried.

:: spends a moment contemplating the whirlwind of activity since sending that fateful message to the Admiral ::

Emily: Send me more messages!

Replicator: Cancel. Ziredac coffee recipe number 2, hot; pistachio biscotti. Also would like, separate from those things, a hypospray of 3% hydrocortilene.

Weston: Hannah shot down my apology. I haven't reached out to Zoe.

Esse> Zoë: Lieutenant D'bryn?

Tori: I will. :: she made a mental note, trying her best to remember ::

Esse: Mm? :: turns, looks down at datapad when she sees an unfamiliar face :: Hi. Which one are you?

:: smiles warmly at the memory of buying the home on Risa that she and Lexy will eventually retire to ::

:: distractedly grabs an apple off the bowl in the center of the kitchenette countertop, but shows no interest in eating it and puts it back down again :: Ruari: Where's he off to this time? Or can he not say?

Esse> Ensign Larami Esse, transferring from the Talisman.

Emily: And me, of course. But you know we want you to stay in touch. :: lays on the guilt ::

:: packs up a few bottles of wine that his mother insists on giving him ::

Weston> Scott: You're a complex individual. But you'll figure it out.

Weston: I'm thankful we had this time.

:: sighs, somewhat happily, at the memory of the parade her hometown threw her for being the first Risan flag officer, the attention somewhat embarrassing, but she hoped that the children present found it inspiring ::

Esse: Oh, right. Okay. :: taps Esse as reporting on the padd :: Whyn't you join Ensign Davis's crew over there? They're gonna be running gel pack diagnostics. :: points ::

Weston> Scott: You always find yourself in the most... awkward situations.

Ruari> Kuari: Can he ever? :: gazes at her daughter with a twinkle in her eye :: When is your next leave?

Esse> Aye, Chief. :: stops, turns :: Lieutenant, I have to ask: You're D'bryn Sauëdeyan, right?

:: shakes her head as she smirks at having been picked up by the USS Endeavour to go back to Refuge, as the new Xovul Ykavosh had specifically requested that she be present at the treaty signing with the Free Fleets ::

Esse: :: furrows her brow :: Yeah...?

Weston: Yeah...

:: smiles a little :: Ruari: It is the same with me, isn't it? I couldn't tell you that, either, because I don't know!

:: pats Tori on the shoulder :: Tori: Take care of mom, okay?

Esse> :: smiles :: I worked briefly with Lieutenant Neil Garrison, a couple months ago. When I mentioned I was transferring here, he said he knew the Chief Engineer.

:: makes an indignant face ::

:: smiles :: Emily: I will.

Weston> Scott: Just keep being you. It seems to be working.

:: her reverie is interrupted by a shiver from the biting San Francisco wind cutting through her uniform ::

:: her heart does the equivalence of an orchestral sting :: Esse: Oh yeah, I know Neil. How is he?

Esse> Zoë: Far as I could see, he seems to be doing well. You went to Academy together?

Esse: Yeah.

Esse> Right on. Alright, I'll get to work. Thanks for having me, Chief. :: waves, turns, heads off ::

:: gives the middle distance the ol what-for ::

Self: Better get used to it. The wind is like this at our future home.

Ruari: Well, I look forward to my next visit. I hope Father will be here. I'm glad things are going well at Starfleet Medical!

Weston: I'm not sure I wanna go back.

:: pats the pet carrier that Apollo, her cat, is in :: Janessa: And thank you as always for looking after my son.

:: as she starts to walk back inside, the memory of the dream of her potential children at that house surfaces and, seeing those eyes looking up at her, she smiles and whispers :: Self: Maybe I will meet you in a few years, Diana and Billy, or whatever your names might be.

Weston> Scott: This is what you wanted.

:: downs her coffee, biscotti, hyposprays herself :: :: sits down at pilot's seat on the Skylark, preps for launch ::

:: resists the urge to comment :: Emily: Of course. Any time.

Ruari> Kuari: I hope so, too. Take care of yourself out there. I will miss you. :: wraps her daughter up in another hug ::

:: once inside, she heads toward the shuttle facilities, smiling and nodding at familiar faces as she passes ::

:: finally peels away from all the family hugs and goodbyes, and taps his commbadge to signal Atlantis for a beamup ::

+Atlantis+ Uh, hey, I forgot who I have to talk to for this, but, uh, can I take off? From the shuttlebay? Can, like, the doors open?

Weston: No, I wanted adventure. I didn't want to almost die three times. I didn't want to be in a place where half my fellow marines either hate me or don't trust me. And I certainly didn't want to be in a place where the few people that do interact with me merely tolerate me!

+Atlantis+ Uh, please.

Weston> Scott: Be careful what you wish for.

Weston: Not helping...

:: finishes her goodbye to her mother and perches on the kitchen windowsill, bracing herself against the brisk wind, and sets her sights on SFHQ and flies off ::

:: sighs and bobs her head :: Tori/Janessa: Alright. I better get going.

:: notes the communication from her temporary seat at Ops and opens the channel, passing the message along to open the shuttlebay doors as she does :: +Skylark+ Skylark, you are cleared for departure.

:: passes by Blackthorne's office and smiles ::

:: says her final goodbyes, grabs her bags, and combadges Atlantis for transport ::

Weston> :: grabs Scott by the face :: Scott: Listen to me. You are Scott Ammora. You are strong, independent, fierce, and the love of my life. You're a marine. You will deal with people that don't like you, that question you, that downright hate you. But you are a great officer. Your CO will see that. Your friends will know that. Zoe, who was it - Emily? - will see that. You are so embroiled in your adventure and making it perfect that you don't realize that the adventure will NEVER be perfect.

+CAG+ Ah, cool, thanks. :: engages Skylark's propulsion systems, lifts from the shuttlebay, and notices with honey-like slowness that she's in a space dock ::

Weston: It would be if you were here with me.

What.

Weston> Scott: I will throw up on you right now. :: kisses him ::

:: sighs :: +Starbase+ Hey, uhhh....

:: then checks the time and makes her way out to the shuttle launch/landing facilities, looking around for Kuari, who had planned to meet her here for a ride up ::

:: shimmers away from his smiling, waving family and back to the familiar transporter room ::

:: approaches the transportation center and lands, looking around for Harper ::

Weston> Scott: Try again with Zoe, with Hannah. Try taking your pride and ambition and realizing that EVERYONE has the same kind of goals, but different. You try too hard, Scooter.

Weston: Don't call me that.

:: appears in the transporter room after Doc. She laughs and greets him :: Doc: What timing!

+Starbase+ Uhh, Skylark to Starbase uh :: mumbles something that sounds like a number :: can I, um, get out of here. Where I am. Wherever that is.

:: sees Kuari land, so she raises up and waves ::

:: spots the wave and smiles, trotting over to Harper ::

Weston> :: kisses Scott again :: You need to go.

Weston: I don't want to.

Weston> Scott: You have to.

Starbase One Control> +Skylark+ Skylark, this is Starbase One Control. We do not show you as having been docked, were you embarked on another, larger ship?

:: greets Kuari with a smile :: XO: Hello!

:: heads to his quarters to drop his bags ::

Weston: I love you.

:: stops next to her :: CO: Hi! Ready to go?

+SB1 Control+ Yeah. I was on the Atlantis. And now I'm not. And I'm in a big ol space dock now.

:: heads to her quarters to unpack as well ::

Weston> Scott: I love you too. Be smart.

Weston: Call you soon.

Weston> Scott: You'd better.

:: nods :: XO: So much paperwork, but it is all done. It will be good to be back aboard our ship! :: walks with her to the Seraphim and opens the hatch ::

Starbase One Control> +Skylark+ Understood, Skylark. The Spacedoors are open and you are clear to depart.

:: taps his combadge :: +Atlantis+ Ammora to Atlantis, one to beam up.

:: beams ::

:: trots on board next to Harper :: CO: So! You have so much to tell me! I want to hear it all!

:: closes the hatch behind them and takes the pilot's seat, powering up the Seraphim and running through pre-flight :: XO: Would you believe I had to go all the way back to Refuge? The new Ykavosh wanted me there.

Weston> Scott: :: as he shimmers away :: Go get 'em, Scooter.

XO: You know, to preside over the treaty-signing with the Queen and Lady Venya.

:: makes his way up to the bridge ::

:: stops and stares :: CO: What! Really?

:: lets her cat out of his carrier in her room, and lets Vinny out of his carrier as well ::

+SB1 Control+ Thanks. :: closes channel :: Self: We've been in space for centuries and we still call em spacedoors. :: moves the Skylark forward, flying along the Atlantis's port side* ::

:: nods back at her as she signals for launch clearance :: XO: Yes! The Endeavour came to pick us up. But, it went well, and now there is a real treaty that the Xovul will actually honor.

:: unpacks her slim collection of clothing, tucking the empty suitcases under her bed ::

:: reminds herself in her shock to sit and prepare for departure, still staring at her friend and commanding officer :: CO: Wow. I look forward to reading it.

:: gets launch clearance and lifts Seraphim off the deck :: XO: I hope that is all behind us now.

:: watches the Atlantis stream past the forward view, hating that a fucking Federation Starship started to mean something to her ::

:: lifts the nose skyward and climbs ::

:: arrives on the bridge and takes the helm, nodding to T'Lira :: CAG: Commander.

CO: Me, too. War is awful. I wish more cultures would become as enlightened as our peoples and pursue peace. Imagine, an entire galaxy at peace!

:: smiles :: XO: That is a wonderful thought.

:: lays down in bed and stretches out, still in her civvies. She takes a minute to rest before she’s formally back on duty ::

:: scoffs, eyes forward, stares out at the waiting void :: Fuck it. Fuck this.

:: appears on the transporter pad on the Atlantis ::

:: bites his lip, missing Weston already ::

:: oofs as Vinny jumps up onto her stomach. She smiles, giving him some scritches. The unholy chicken-like creature closes its eyes, leaning into the scritches ::

:: looks over, giving the slightest nod :: NAV: Lieutenant.

:: checks the helm and finds everything to be in order ::

:: pilots the Skylark past the stern, is almost at the doors ::

:: then smiles over at T'Lira :: CAG: Commander, would you care to try flying the departure? You are qualified now, after all.

:: a few minutes later, the sky blackens, and the giant spacedock is now visible ahead ::

:: were she a member of a more illogical species, that might have provoked a reaction. However, she is most certainly not, so the only thing that occurs is The Eyebrow Goes Up :: NAV: If you are certain, I am open to the opportunity.

:: passes into space :: Universe: Really? Nothing? No hallucination or anything? No divine intervention to tell me what I need to do?

CAG: Of course. If it's alright with la comodora, after all. :: stands and offers the helm ::

:: jolts upright as she nearly falls asleep, rubbing her eyes and patting Vinny, who still sits in her lap ::

:: arrives in his quarters ::

:: is already back on the bridge, out of civvies, and checking in on the systems ::

Self: You're fine. You can figure this out. If Wes says you can, then you can.

:: quietly, as the Starbase comes into view :: XO: Thank you, for coming to my promotion. It meant a lot for me that you were there.

:: rises, and though she is only moderately uncertain, the likelihood of anything untoward happening in Spacedock is extremely low, so she is content with the odds. She takes the helm, looking over the console briefly, as if refamiliarizing herself :: NAV: I will endeavour to not damage the ship.

:: gets up and changes into her uniform. Over the standard Starfleet blue, she tries on the CMO long blue coat, examining herself from different angles ::

:: chuckles :: CAG: That's a good plan! :: takes the Ops station, which he is qualfied to do, in order to be nearby in the unlikely event that T'Lira needs assistance ::

:: spins Skylark around to face SB1, puts her at full stop, stares at the dock where Atlantis sits ::

CAG: After all, I imagine someone might be quite upset if you scratch the paint.

:: decides on keeping the blue coat, taking a moment to check her messages at her desk console before heading out ::

:: looks over from the orbital vista to Harper in surprise :: CO: Of course! I wouldn't miss it for anything! You're my closest friend, and we've been through so much...much of how you earned that promotion. It was such a special moment for you! You deserve it, and I'm so proud to have been with you through it all!

:: puts the autopilot on for a moment to hug Kuari :: XO: I could not have done it without you.

NAV: I can imagine it would be quite... distressing.

:: Somewhere on that ship is a walking, breathing source of light, of heat, of the kind of extrasensory shimmer that rests beyond the reaches of your consciousness. And you're unsure of what the human concept of Love means; you're unsure if that's even applicable; you're unsure of anything that is supposed to mean anything, but on that fucking ship is a capsule of consciousness that sees you, that loves you. And even though that scares every last particle of your being, it has to mean something. Because it's observable. You sensed it. You were there. You felt that person's touch; you heard that person's words; you stared into that person's eyes, and it was the realest thing you've felt in a long, long time. ::

Starbase One Control> +Skylark+ Skylark, Control, are you in distress?

:: smiles warmly :: CO: I think you could have. But, we do make a good team.

:: grins, having intentionally talked about something so as silly as paint scratching to mess with the Vulcan, but the Vulcan was not messed with ::

:: returns the smile :: XO: We do indeed, my friend, we do indeed.

+SB1 Control+ No. Just forgot something. Comin back in. Uh, if that's cool.

Starbase One Control> +Skylark+ :: in a slightly annoyed tone :: Proceed.

:: finally heads for the turbolift, taking her sweet time in the hallways ::

:: taps the console to get approach clearance all the way to Atlantis ::

:: proceeds :: +CAG+ Hey. Skylark here. Can I get take-backsies?

:: is now at Ops, so he answers the comm :: +Skylark+ Is that Skylark?

:: gets the clearance, and sighs contentedly as they approach the spacedoors and fly through ::

+NAV+ Oh hey. Yeah, this is Skylark.

:: stops into Sickbay first, checking up on the staff who had already returned, and the readiness reports for the day ::

+Skylark+ Sorry to see you leaving, but you're not now? Go ahead and land.

:: a smile spreads across her face as Atlantis comes into view, especially with how incredibly close she was to not returning ::

:: smiles also, the sight of Atlantis from the outside, their home always beautiful to behold ::

:: receives forwarded clearance from SB1 about the Seraphim's approach ::

XO: We are home.

:: takes a report, hands off the report, takes another report, and repeats. Eventually, she is satisfied that everything is functioning as normal ::

:: nods smartly, pride for their crew and ship making her heart buoyant, and is ready to get back to work making the Galaxy a better place ::

+NAV+ What can I say? I'm a leaf on the wind. :: beat :: Wait, isn't that an extremely unlucky thing for space pilots to say?

:: glides the Seraphim to a gentle landing in Atlantis's shuttlebay and powers down :: XO: Now we are home.

+Skylark+ I had not heard that one. But, come on back if that's what you want, you're clear.

:: heads back to the turbolift ::

:: hops up and helps with any shutdown necessary, opening the hatch into the shuttlebay ::

:: heads out once her shuttle is secure ::

:: stands in the shuttlebay, looking around, her thoughts already towards checking on any repair and restock reports from the bridge ::

XO: To the bridge? Or do you need to go to your quarters first?

:: arrives on the bridge and looks around as she heads for her station, nodding to those who return her glance ::

CO: No, I'm ready to go to the bridge.

:: grins :: XO: Me, too.

:: gets into his uniform, not really wanting to ::

:: heads to the TL with Kuari and directs it to the bridge ::

:: lands in the shuttlebay, spins down Skylark's systems, takes a big breath in the new silence ::

:: smiles back from the Ops station at Emily as she enters ::

:: pulls everything taut ::

:: arrives on the bridge with Kuari ::

Self: Okay, here we go again.

:: heads out into the hallway ::

:: follows Harper onto the bridge, looking around and checking status ::

:: smiles at Doc, then at Kate and Kuari as they enter ::

:: enters the TL :: Bridge.

Bridge: Commodore on the bridge!

Self: Okay. Just...get up, go talk to Zoë. Easy as pie. :: does not stand up :: Easy as pie. Very simple. Can't be easier. :: doesn't stand up :: Like falling off a log. Easiest thing you've ever done.

NAV: That is not necessary, Zorro.

:: rides the TL up, steps off, cross and moves to the TAC2 station ::

:: pauses near the doors to take in the bridge, now wearing her hair in a double lace-braid updo, a bit more casual than her old captainly updo, but perhaps more formal than the side-twist ponytail ::

:: almost stands up, but then doesn’t ::

:: nods to Grey as he assumes his post ::

:: smiles at Navarro's announcement just the same, taking in all who are present ::

:: nods and smiles as he turns back to the station, appreciating that ::

:: is not standing up at all :: Self: I can't just turn around and ask all those dingdongs to open the doors again. I'm already here; I might as well do it. Come on. :: does not stand up ::

:: finally walks toward her chair after a deep breath :: XO: What is the status of the crew recall, Kuari? Is everyone back aboard?

:: can’t help but smile at Harper’s braided up-do, reminding her of one of her own styles ::

:: enters the bridge as the commodore sits down, absorbed in completing the roster and assigning checkup crews on her PADD, heads for her station ::

:: glances at Zoe ::

:: takes her seat, waking up her console and checking on the request :: CO: Almost everyone. I'll let you know.

:: absently :: CO: Engineering's all checked up, Captain. We're good to go. :: sits down ::

:: smiles at D'bryn, not bothering to correct the rank gaffe :: CEO: Thank you, Zoë! Any interesting upgrades while we were in port?

CO: Nothing major, Captain, just little component replacements here and there. Biggest thing was a manifold upgrade in the replicator matrix. Like, upgrade from point-one-point-one-point-two, to point-one-point-one-point-three.

:: smirks with an exaggerated nod of feigned appreciation ::

:: looks up with finality :: CO: I'm happy to report, Captain, all hands aboard, ready to depart.

XO: Wonderful! Before that, though... NAV: Give me shipwide comm.

CO: Yes ma'am. :: puts her on shipwide and gives the universal "you're on" sign ::

:: looks up expectantly ::

+Shipwide+ All hands, this is the captain speaking.

:: sits back, listening ::

+Shipwide+ I am certain that, by now, the news of my promotion has spread through the gossip channels.

:: looks up, smiles ::

:: breaks away from what she's doing and looks back at the captain—or whatever she is now—with shock and alarm ::

:: blinks, having not noticed. How did she not notice!? ::

:: tries to make out the pips from here ::

:: does not pay any heed to the gossip channels and was thus, unaware ::

+Shipwide+ I first want to say that I would not have received it without such a fine crew. I owe it to you, so it is appropriate that you all are receiving a Presidential Unit Citation for Exceptional Service to the Federation, also awarded to this ship's service history.

:: now wears a single pip in a box on both sides of her collar, for the unobservant/unaware ::

:: is inclined to peek at bridge crew reactions, but keeps her eyes trained dutifully on her captain ::

:: eyes widen ::

:: sits up a bit straighter, her eyes widening with surprise ::

:: mouth falls slightly ajar ::

+Shipwide+ I am incredibly proud of all of you, the finest crew a captain could have for her ship.

:: straightens, turning to face the Captain with a wide-eyed expression ::

:: stifles any more reaction, nods in appreciation ::

:: can't wait to tell his parents and Wes ::

:: smiles and Picard-maneuvers as she continues talking ::

:: hears Starfleet hullabaloo over the shipwide :: :: wank motion with hand / poot sound from mouth ::

+Shipwide+ Additionally, I want to emphasize that this changes nothing in terms of our interactions on a daily basis. I am still me.

+Shipwide+ Since I am still the Captain of this ship, you may even still refer to me as captain. My door is still always open for any reason.

:: reduces her toothy smile as the ship and her crew is commended, into closed-mouthed grin of pride for her captain ::

:: smiles widely, nodding her approval of the message ::

+Shipwide+ Now, with that said, we have work to do, and I am confident that you will all see to it with the efficiency and attention that earned you a commendation. Harper out. :: nods to Doc ::

:: cuts the comm ::

:: turns to take in the bridge ::

:: notes T'Lira at helm and smiles ::

:: spirals into quiet anxiety that the cap—commodore only said that bit about still calling her captain because Zoë was an idiot a few minutes ago ::

:: gazes back at Harper ::

:: smiles back at Harper ::

Bridge: Shall we get to work, then?

NAV: Departure clearance please, Mr. Navarro.

:: resumes his station, checking weapons, shields, and other tactical systems ::

CO: Sí, capitana. :: sends off for the clearance, and gets it back almost immediately :: Hm. We are clear.

CO: Aye Commodore, yes. Sorry about the 'captain' thing, Commodore. :: big anxiety breath :: sorryaboutthecaptainthing

:: gets the all-clear from sickbay, sitting back in her chair and taking in the departure ::

:: smirks at Zoe's mishap ::

:: confused look at Zoë :: CEO: I meant it, Zoë, captain is fine!

NAV: Transfer to internal power.

:: hits the cutover :: CO: Transfer complete.

CO: Understood, C— :: just doesn't finish the word, nods ::

CEO: You know, either one is fine, whatever you are comfortable with. :: offers a friendly smile ::

:: mumbling :: Self: I don't remember her getting a promotion while I was still onboard in any of my lifetimes.

:: turns to face forward :: CAG: Alright, Commander. Clear all moorings and back us out of our berth, thrusters only until we clear spacedoors.

CO: Sure thing! Requesting a minute to unscramble my brain!

CEO: Granted! :: smirks as she takes her seat ::

:: nods once :: CO: Aye, sir. :: clears the moorings and engages thrusters, treating it as nothing more than another simulation, backing the ship out of its berth ::

:: watches their departure, maybe a little more closely than usual, but she trusts T'Lira ::

Self: Yeah, no, there were definitely Rear Admiral Harper, Admiral Harper...yeah, also a couple Commodore Harpers, but... I was always gone by then. Wasn't I...?

:: also monitors the departure from the Ops console, but T'Lira's right down the middle so far ::

:: gives D’bryn a quizzical look ::

:: happens to notice Acacia's look, becomes somehow more self-conscious :: CMO: What? What'd I say?

:: gives her a stern look, then sighs and shakes her head :: CEO: Nothing. We’ll talk later.

:: thinks :: Brain> Brain: Yeah, it's probably about time for Emily to start picking up some weirdness from me. She always does.

:: watches the open spacedoors grow larger on the main viewer, but T'Lira's flying is precise ::

:: is still not standing up :: Well. At least I'm here.

:: keeps her eyes on her console as she sends the ship on approach to the spacedoors, adusting ever so slightly to make a clean exit that doesn't involve "scratching the paint" as Navarro put it ::

ACTION> Atlantis does, in fact, fly cleanly through the spacedoors without scratching the paint.

CAG: Well done, Commander! I would never have guessed that was your first departure from spacedock.

:: resists the urge to clap, and smiles widely at the achievement ::

:: nods and smiles ::

:: smiles proudly, distracted momentarily while reviewing departmental reports ::

:: nods appreciatively, proud of his student ::

:: gives the slightest of nods as she gazes ahead at the darkness of space, the tiniest sigh slipping free as she resumes checking the readouts ::

CAG: Set a course for these coordinates :: taps her chair arm and sends them to the helm :: at warp speed, and stand by for slipstream when the computer has a solution.

:: is really internally rooting for T’Lira, very proud of her flying ::

:: receives the coordinates, plugging them in :: CO: Yes, Commodore. :: sends the coordinates to the slipstream drive, preparing it for activation as she engages the warp drive ::

ACTION> Atlantis warps off into the black, entering slipstream minutes later.

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