Post 242: Additional Arrivals
Posted on Tue Mar 11th, 2025 @ 4:07pm by Rear Admiral Reginald Pembroke & Lieutenant Peter McMahon & Lieutenant JG Robert McMahon & Ensign Joseph McMahon & Captain Marius Pontmercy & Lieutenant Jude Haines
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Mission: Secrets
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Jude sat at his desk, working on his security schedule. With being stretched so thin he was juggling things so that his crew got ample breaks, it wasn’t good to have all work and so time off. They would burn out and he would be in worse shape. He looked up as his comm went off and checked his messages. There was a ship called the Thunderbird heading into dock, with Peter and Joseph McMahon on board. Commander Haines wanted him and a team to meeting them at the docking bay.
Grabbing some of his security officers, he quickly headed to the bay, ready to authenticate their identification to come on board the station. Jude stood waiting for them to dock and disembark.
A hiss of pressurized air announced the airlock’s opening, and soon Rear Admiral Reginald Pembroke strode out first, adjusting his uniform with an absent-minded precision. His expression was pleasant, though his gaze wandered as if he were taking in every little detail of the station’s interior. Peter McMahon followed closely behind, his demeanor stiff, his eyes scanning the area like he was mentally cataloging every officer present. Right behind him came Robert and Joseph McMahon, their steps in sync, both younger brothers sharing an unmistakable family resemblance.
"Lieutenant Haines," came Pontmercy's voice over the radio. "Please let our new arrivals know that I am waiting for them, along with Admiral Tabolt, in my ready Room."
“Yes Captain.” Jude replied. “Once I have confirmed their identities I will escort them to your office.” He was not taking any chances.
Rear Admiral Pembroke gave an affable chuckle, patting his uniform as if he had forgotten where his credentials were. “Oh, yes, of course. Security protocols and all that. Quite right, quite right.”
Peter handed over his credentials without hesitation, his expression unreadable. “Everything should be in order.”
Robert and Joseph followed suit, as the Rear Admiral finally found his credentials and handed them over.
Jude took his time, looking them over. After a long moment, he handed them back. “Everything is in order. You are to come with me and my officers to the captains ready room.”
“Lead the way,” Peter said, his voice neutral but his posture still formal.
As they walked, Pembroke observed the station with genuine curiosity. “Lovely place you’ve got here. Reminds me of the old Starbase 12, though with significantly fewer creaking bulkheads.”
“Thank you.” Jude said politely, “We’be come a long ways since we first came on board.” He paused a moment. “It is good you managed to make it here safely “
Pembroke gave a lighthearted chuckle, clasping his hands behind his back as he strolled beside Jude. “Oh, quite! Though I must say, the journey had its moments of excitement—one of the ensigns misplaced my tea set during transit. A tragedy of the highest order, I assure you.” His eyes twinkled with amusement before he gave Jude a knowing nod. “But I imagine you weren’t referring to minor inconveniences.”
Robert smirked slightly at Pembroke’s remark, shaking his head. “Truly a devastating loss, Admiral. I’m sure the ensign is still recovering from the shame.” His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of tension in his posture—he was alert, taking in the layout of the station as they walked.
Joe chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know, sir. I think misplacing an admiral’s tea set might be a court-martial offense in some circles.” His grin was easygoing, but like Robert, his eyes were sharp as they took in their surroundings.
Glancing at his brothers, Peter let out a slow breath, his expression remaining unreadable. "I'm sure Starfleet Command will be launching a full investigation into the missing tea set," he said dryly, though there was the barest hint of amusement in his voice.
His gaze shifted to Jude as they walked. "You said it was good we made it here safely," he noted. "Have there been any other survivors we know of? How has Admiral Bradley been? What about the crew and my brother?" His tone was measured, professional, but there was an edge to it—Peter wanted answers, and he wasn't one to waste time dancing around the issue.
Jude had been listening to their light banter with one another. It had been a while since anyone on the station had found humor in things. “Lieutenant Commander McMahon is doing well.” He said with a smile. “Admiral Bradley has had some difficulties I will let the Captain explain that to you.” He paused. “As for Starfleet command… it is gone as is the Acadmey,”
Pemebroke nodded. "Ah that we knew - about Earth and the destruction. They tried to get us too but this group is strong and I'm glad they found me when they did. Last time I'll rent a shuttle from a Ferengei."
“There are survivors.” Jude continued. “It is keeping the crew encouraged. You aren’t the only ones.”
Robert let out a slow breath, nodding. “That’s something, at least. Starfleet’s taken a beating, but we’re still here.” His sharp gaze flicked briefly to Peter before settling back on Jude. “You mentioned keeping the crew encouraged. I take it morale’s been... tested?”
Joe’s grin faded slightly, his easygoing demeanor giving way to something more serious. “I can imagine. With everything that’s happened, keeping people together can’t be easy.” He glanced at Pembroke, a hint of wry amusement returning. “Though I have to say, having an admiral around who can make people laugh about a tea set disaster might help.”
Peter, meanwhile, absorbed Jude’s words in silence, his jaw tightening slightly at the mention of Starfleet Command and the Academy being gone. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his expression unreadable. “Then we’ll do our part,” he said simply. “However we can.”
"Trust me." Jude said as they stopped outside the ready room. "There is plenty for everyone to do." He turned to his security team." You are dismissed back to your duties." Jude then turned and rang the buzzer, he entered with the McMahon brothers and Rear Admiral Pembroke. "I have cleared them, Captain." Jude informed him. "Would you like me to stay to assign them quarters when you are finished here?"
"Please," Marius said, accepting the Security Officer's help. He glanced up at the newcomers. "Welcome, Admiral, Lieutenant's, and Ensign. I am glad that you were able to get to us. I am sure that it was not an easy ride."
Jude moved over to the side and let the others move forward. He wondered if Mike knew his brothers were here. As impulsive as he had been lately, he figured he must not know or he'd be beating down the captain's door.
"I apologize for all of the Security required to get you onboard, but with everything that has happened, we needed to take precautions." The Captain shifted in his seat.
Pembroke waved a hand dismissively, his expression as amiable as ever. "Oh, quite understandable, Captain. Frankly, I’d be concerned if your security wasn’t this thorough. These are trying times, after all." He clasped his hands behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels. "And if nothing else, it gives me confidence that my misplaced tea set won’t be falling into the wrong hands anytime soon."
Robert smirked slightly at the admiral’s comment but kept his focus on Marius. “We appreciate the welcome, Captain. The trip wasn’t easy, but we made it.” His expression darkened slightly. “Not everyone was so lucky.”
Peter gave a sharp nod, standing rigidly at attention. “No need to apologize for the security, sir. Given the state of things, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t verifying every identity that comes through your airlock.” His voice was even, but his eyes carried the weight of everything they had been through. “We’re here to help in whatever capacity you need.”
Joe’s easygoing nature had sobered, but he still managed a half-smile. “Yeah, and I hear there’s plenty to do. Just tell us where to start.”
Jude wondered if they would be so cheerful if they knew the state of the Starbase and how short handed they were. If they were anything like Mike they would jump in where Angels fear to tred. Marius nodded, and looked to the higher ranking man in the room.
"Admiral, you are welcome to stay if you'd like, but I'm sure Admiral Olvera is most eagerly awaiting greeting you herself. The choice, of course, is yours." He glanced at the other men. "Lieutenant McMahon, you'll have your work cut out for you in Strategic Operations I'm afraid. With everything that has been going on that department is needing some attention. I suppose it is good that you'll be here to sort it out. Lieutenant JG and Ensign McMahon, Rear Admiral Victoria Monroe managed to survive the Synthulan attack and is here on the Starbase. She is continuing her duties as the Commandant of the Starfighter Corps, so I'd suggest checking in with her after you're settled."
Jude mused to himself that it was a good sign this group had shown up. It would spread through the station and others on board will feel hopeful. He stood waiting patiently. He thought that Captain Pontmercy was one of the best and was grateful to be serving here.
Pembroke chuckled, nodding thoughtfully. "Ah, yes, Admiral Olvera. I suppose it would be rude to keep her waiting. She does have a certain… presence, doesn’t she?" His lips curled in a knowing smile before he gave Marius a respectful nod. "I’ll leave you to your work, Captain. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to catch up later." With that, he turned on his heel and strode out, still exuding an air of absentminded dignity.
Peter inclined his head at the mention of his assignment, his expression neutral but his mind already racing through the implications. "Understood, sir. I’ll begin reviewing the situation immediately." There was no hesitation in his voice—just the crisp efficiency of a man who had spent years preparing for responsibilities like this.
Robert and Joe exchanged a glance at the mention of Rear Admiral Monroe. Robert smirked slightly. "Good to hear she made it. I imagine she’s been keeping the pilots in line despite everything."
Joe nodded, his grin returning. "Yeah, I’d say checking in with her is probably a good idea. Can’t have her thinking we went soft on the way here." He glanced at Robert. "Might even get some flight time in, if we're lucky."
Peter glanced between his brothers before looking back at Marius. "If there’s nothing else, sir, we’ll get settled and get to work."
"No, nothing," Marius said, shaking his head. "I'm glad you are all here. Lieutenant Haines will show you to your quarters. It's a big station, but you'll figure your way out soon enough. You are dismissed."
Captain Marius G. Pontmercy
Commanding Officer
Starbase Obsidian
Lieutenant Jude Haines
Chief Security Officer
Starbase Obsidian
Rear Admiral Reggie Pembroke
Academy Commandant
Starbase Obsidian
Lt Peter McMahon
Chief Strategic Operations Officer
Starbase Obsidian
LtJG Robert McMahon
Squadron Leader
Starbase Obsidian
Ens Joseph McMahon
Fighter Pilot
Starbase Obsidian
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