[Galaxy] [Yorktown] 2159.04.02 - JL - RAdm Garroway / Captain Morgan

[Rachelle M.]

~~Yorktown ~~

Rece Morgan sat in her ready room with a blank padd in front of her. She
was still trying to figure out what she going to say to explain
everything that had happened. The false distress call, and the battle
with the Romulans was one thing, that was easy.  Everything after, was
another matter. How in the universe was she going to account for this ship
and it needing a new paint job. What was really troubling her the most
though, was that she was going to have to inform Star Fleet of a need for
new personnel. There were far too many families contact.

The comm chirped.  =/\= Commander you have an incoming call from
Command.=/\=

"Well you had better put it through.  Don't want to keep anyone
waiting." Rece said and then activated the terminal on her desk.

The monitor on her desk switched to the face of Rear Admiral Thomas
Garroway. "Commander Morgan," he greeted.  His voice was steady, but he
seemed to have trouble maintaining a smile.  "I'm glad I got through.
You gave us a bit of a scare."

"I'm certain we did, and ourselves as well. My apologies."  She paused
briefly in her greeting. "What can I do for you Admiral?"

"Well," Garroway said, down to business, "for starters, what's your
operational status look like?"

This wasn't exactly what Morgan wanted to start with but she'd opened
her mouth. She cleared her throat.  "Well sir, this Yorktown needs a new
paint job and some repairs. The crew though, they took hard hit.  We
were ambushed by the Romulans....."  She took a deep breath, holding
back the still raw emotion that was trying to fight its way to the
surface.  "We lost a lot of good people Admiral."

"We're losing good people everywhere," Garroway said softly, any attempt
at good humor gone.  "And the war isn't over."  He steeled himself to
continue and not brood.  "But that may change.  We've gotten some good
intel and I think an opportunity is being presented.  How soon could you
be at New Darwin?"

Morgan did a quick estimation with their current coordinates.  "Three to
four days," she replied.

Garroway nodded.  "Good.  I have resources inbound that you can make use
of to get your ship battle ready again."  He paused at that, knowing
that /people/ would be one of the 'resources' she needed.  He hated
thinking like that.  He leaned back in his seat, folding his hands in
front of him.  "How's your crew holding up, Rece?"

"Well sir, we've seen better days. The crew is fairing as well as can be
expected." Morgan replied. What she wanted to say was that they were all
tired, and that they needed time to heal, physical and emotionally. But
-- war didn't always leave time for that.  "With the lose of so many,
we're limited to the basic running of the ship and repairs. I can only
push the crew so far and I won't push them any harder sir.  But we will
be ready when we get to New Darwin."

"I wish I could say some shore leave could be arranged," Garroway
sighed, "but I don't know if the colony could accommodate anyone who
wasn't working.  The Naussicaans didn't leave much intact during the
battle here."

"I understand Admiral. Just want you to know." Rece said having already
expected that no leave would be granted. "They don't call Yorktown the
Fighting Lady for nothing. She a survivor sir, and she got a crew that
fits."

"And a Commanding Officer upholding the title, as well," Garroway added,
an actual smile finally coming to him.  "In fact, that's some business I
want to address, as well.  Commander Morgan," he said officiously, "I've
reviewed the personnel files of several ranking officers lately, and I
noticed an oversight in yours, namely with your rank.  Therefore I'm
promoting you to Captain.  Are you up for it?"

"Captain." Rece was a bit speechless which was an oddity for her. "yes sir."

Garroway nodded.  "Effective immediately.  Congratulations, Cap-" he
stopped and looked slightly confused.  "You know," he said, "I can't
place it, but 'Captain Morgan' sounds familiar..."

Rece sighed. "Well sir, in the 17th century there was a very successful
privateers from Wales, Admiral Sir Henry Morgan.  He was also one of the
most dangerous pirates that lurked the Spanish Main.  Captain Morgan is
a name that has traverse the centuries in many forms."

He thought a moment.  "No," he said, "that's not it.  For some reason I
can't
remember, but I'm sure it will come to me.  At any rate, congratulations,
Captain."

"Thank you sir," Rece said.  Disconnecting the signal she released a sigh.
She
had a feeling that rum was going to haunt her captaincy.

-----
RAdm Garroway, Thomas R.
Starfleet Commander
(The First Era)

Captain Rece Morgan
Commanding Officer
ESS Yorktown NX-05
*The Fighting Lady*

-- 
RM

"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in
the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."
-Calvin & Hobbes
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