Re: Prologue
Once the crew had finally lined up side by side, the enlisted would have a complete view of the officers. This was because the standard welcome for an starship Captain had always been a double line scheme with officers and warrant officers in one line and enlisted in the other, thus created a sort of corridor of bodies. And there was definitely something afoot.
The entire column of officers was dressed in standard uniforms. As opposed to the enlisted column attired in Dress Uniform. An average height, female surfacer with a womanly build stared at the line of enlisted personnel for a moment, carefully noting their Intelligence Analyst had not dressed in the more formal attire. "Leutnant Hammerlin....did you," the warrant officer began only to be cut off with a snicker from the Marine Commander. The voluptuous woman merely groaned audibly as she planted her hand upon her face. "I knew it," she muttered under her breath as one of the personnel from the Flight Corp, one of the higher ranking NCO's straightened up.
"Attention," she bellowed as everyone snapped to attention. Most of the supply effort had quieted down, since the majority of the station personnel had been shooed away and the materials mostly packed away, so the thud of leather boot upon metal deck plating could barely be heard over the natural background noise of the station docking bay.
Over the edge of the Shuttle Bay ramp, came the Gold Beret of an Imperial Warship Commander. This was followed by the sight of long, chocolate-brown hair that was well-groomed and put up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way. A fair-skinned face with a neutral 'command' expression could next be seen with the dark, thick goggles all Nightdwellers wore. A few minutes later, the crew could see their commander was definitely taller than most women...though not quite as intimidating as the Chief Engineer that stood in the officer's column.
The tall, muscular Nightwalker was built just like a soldier in most cases. Her muscles defined enough to make her appearance intimidating to any civilian she would come across (and even the occasional naval crewman), but nothing really impressive to a Weltraumflotte Marine. What set her apart was the attractiveness of her facial features. Though most of the Surfacers would probably be blind to this fact due to the goggles, many Nightdweller who were used to looking at their own kind with goggles would note the face didn't match quite well with the soldierly body. It was gentle one even with the command mask every ship commander was responsible for maintaining...it was like a contradiction to a few of the older Marines.
It was even more un-nerving was her gentle tone of voice as she spoke up, pulling out a datapad.
Oberleutnant Erna Löwenherzt:
On the First Day of the Fourth Quarter, After Freedom 259, you are ordered to Weltraumflotte HQ to take command of the NS-D1-04 HMS Fearless as her Commanding Officer. You are to hereby execute any orders given to you in the name of the Empire and the honor of your Empress.
<insert name here>
Weltraumflotte Personnel Division
"Madam Exec, permission to come aboard." she said as she turned to the voluptuous officer, one of the higher ranking naval personnel on the ship.
"Permission Granted, Captain," the warrant officer responded as she stepped out of the column. "Oberstabsfeldwebel Griselda Hellmannsohn," the womanly figure introduced herself with a salute. "Though I prefer to be called Doctor Hellmannsohn," she amended as she further identified herself as the ship's Medical Officer.
"Thank you, Docter. Though I am a bit puzzled...as to why my officers are in Standard and my enlisted are in Dress."
