[Galaxy] Fwd: [Yorktown] Oct. 3, 2159 - JL - FCapt. D Michael & Lt. Com. Boyle

[Rachelle M.]

Somewhere in Northern Risa…



Boyle set down his large slushy-like pineapple drink, Risa did in fact have
pineapples, when he heard his communicator beeping. He and Morrison had been
enjoying the deck of their floating cabin sure that they had escaped
civilization.



"Good Afternoon Lieutenant Commander.  I hope you've been enjoying your
vacation."  Michaels greeted him as Boyle appeared on screen.

Boyle stiffened, “Fleet Commander, I was not expecting your call, or I’d
have…” Boyle was still wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian style shirt.
Morrison had said that it made him look like someone called ‘Magnum,’ but he
was sure she was making fun of him in her way.

"My calls are never expected Commander."  Michaels grinned.

“I have been trying to enjoy myself,” Boyle continued, “I usually prefer to
look at the stars in my free time, but I’ve not been allowed since
arriving…”

"Understandable.  You are on vacation."  Michaels replied.   "but ...."  He
turned serious.  "I have an offer for you  that will take you away from
that."

“Away from shore leave, or looking at the stars?” Boyle asked slightly
confused.

"Shore leave." Michaels replied. "The offer is currently for the first
officer position on Maxwell Forrest Outpost."

~Currently…?~ Boyle asked himself, “I’m already the first officer of the
Yorktown, what is there in it for me, if you don’t mind me asking…?”

"A solar system, with two habitable planets, a colony of refugees from a
technologically advance world and quarters four times the size of the ones
you have now.  Oh yeah and a command of your own."

“Four times you say…” Boyle mused.

"Possibilities are endless.  But to put it plainly, Admiral Garroway has
plans for Thompson.  And if those plans lead to him transferring elsewhere,
we need someone there that knows the crew and can take command.  Is that
something you think you could handle?"

“Well I could definitely use the extra room for my wide variety of uniforms…
blue ones on the left and blue… ones…on… the right…” Boyle mumbled thinking
over the implied possibilities, “I’m guessing you need and answer right
now?”

Michaels chuckled and then nodded.  "Sorry to say it but the sooner the
better."

“I’ll do it, however,” Boyle hesitated, “I won’t be alone…”

"You won't?" Michaels quired.

“Well, sir…” Boyle continued, “I’m getting married… today… like right after
this message…”

"Ah I understand." Michaels replied.  "Transfers like what you're asking for
are not normal procedure."



“Well we didn’t think a transfer was likely.”



"I will however, see if the exception can be made. If I don't I'll hear
about it later." The last said more for himself then for Boyle.



“Thank you Sir.”



Michaels nodded. "I'll put the paperwork through and inform Morgan and
Thompson of your transfer. Good luck."



“Thank you, Sir. I’m sure I’ll need it. Boyle out,” Boyle said closing the
transmission



Fleet Capt Douglas Michaels
Fleet Operations Commander
StarFleet - The First Era



Lt. Com. George Boyle
XO/Chief Science Officer
NX-05 Yorktown
"The Fighting Lady"





TCG
*"Lying is a skill like any other. And if you want to maintain a level of
excellence, you have to practice constantly." - **Elim Garak*
 Somewhere in Northern Risa…
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