Rick walks in the door to the new pub and takes a seat at a middle table.

=/\= This is the USS Trafalgar to Starphoenix Ops. Commodore Marou and I are ready to leave for Avalon. Requesting clearance to depart. =/\=

=/\= Acknowledged, welcome home, Commodore. =/\=

"I agree. Now, onto business. Computer, transfer all Starphoemix command codes to Commodore Kathryn Marou."

Computer: "Command codes transferred."

"Well, now that that's taken care of..."

Rick also lowers his head in remembrance. After the minute had elapsed, he stood up to face the crowd.

"Admiral, may I address the congregation?"

After recieving permission, Colonel Halfdale made his way up to the casket, where he turned around to face the gathering.

"I know many of you did not know of Rear Admiral T'Hain, while some others among us did. I know many of you also did not have to watch as T'Hain was brutally assimilated in the worst way possible. For that, you are blessed. But regardless of if you have met him or not, I would like to say that Division StarPhoenix has suffered a terrible loss, one of the worst in it's history. Now, what I am about to do may be overstepping my authority, but I hope it will be overlooked."

Rickwalks behind the casket so everyone can see what he is going to do. He had a small object in his hand.

"Without further ado, I hearby posthumously grant Rear-Admiral T'Hain with the Starfleet Red Crest, for sustaining irreversable injury in the field."

Rick brings up the object, a small oak box, and opens it to reveal a small red ribbon about 5 centimeters long. He removes the ribbon and places it delecately on top of the casket. He then adresses the casket itself and forms his hand into the standard Vulcan salute.

"Live long and prosper, Admiral T'Hain. May your katra live on, and may you find happiness in the afterlife."

After a moment or two of silence, Colonel Halfdale returns to his seat.

(Edited by Richard Halfdale at 7:27 pm on Sep. 29, 2003)

That is true.

=/\= Shuttlecraft Drake to Avalon Station. This is Colonel Halfdale and Commodore Marou, requesting permission to dock. =/\=

(OFF: And I gotta perform the eulogy...)

"Ahh, it's been a long time since I've been on a Starfleet bridge."

"It might be a good idea to find out why a bunch of rag-tag raiders would come here, with the Na'jigat and all. Besides, only an idiot would order his ship to come here."

Rick realizes what he just said and quicky covers for it.

"...without a heavily armed warship, that is. The Lothlorien helped defeat the Na'jigat once before, anyway."

A man Newberry had never seen before walks onto the bridge and takes a seat in the advisor's chair to the Admiral's left.

"Hello, Admiral Newberry. I doubt we've met, but I'm Rick Halfdale. I was once second-in-command of the entire division, but I left that all behind. I heard of Admiral Sullivan's injury and the destruction of the base. I can't believe it's all gone. I've decided to come and help with the reconstruction."

Halfdale is also watching this from Ops, where he is obviously struggling to stay calm, but anger is beginning to overcome him.

"Yes, Ambassador..."

The two walk to the Conference Room to be alone

"Now, what was it you wanted to discuss with me, Ambassador?"

I understand, Ambassador.

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