<<This took place prior to the Party :)>>
//// Cortez Ready Room ////
Anthony sat behind his desk, Trent had just patched him through to fleet Command and he it took an effort to suppress the surprise that he
would not be speaking with RAdm Julianna Kaye, but with Admiral Jolias Enor.
"Admiral," Anthony nodded in greeting, "it is agreeable to meet you. I was expecting to speak with Admiral Kaye."
Enor glanced at the man across from him. He was just delivered a hot mug of coffee only seconds before the screen had risen. He casually
picked the mug of coffee and sipped gingerly before answering "Admiral Kaye has been reassigned." That was all he could say since that was
really all he knew. "What is your current status Captain?"
"We are en-route again to our next destination. As you may be aware, we are on a charting mission in the Gamma Quadrant. Mapping an area that
hasn't seen any Starfleet survey vessel yet. Part of our mandate is to find planets and systems that may be suitable for colonization or
placement of a Federation Outpost." Anthony briefly explained what the Cortez had been up to.
"We investigated a distress call and it ended up in a First Contact situation, with the inhabitants of Alpha Deneris III."
"I haven't had a chance to view your report." Enor glanced at the massive pile of PADDs stacked on the floor next to his desk, towers of the
device reaching the height of his desk in some spots. His eyes moved back to the Captain after he inwardly groaned at the workload " was it
successful?"
"I believe so, Sir." Anthony replied. "We repaired the warp ship, and treated the pilot and engineer. As we were en route to return them
home, two ships visited us. We did not allow more of them aliens on the ship, but we did make a commitment to send a First Contact team. The
details of the request are in my report. I hope you will approve it."
Jolias nodded- it was likely somewhere in the pile he was slowly whittling away at "I'll review your report at my first opportunity." He
looked off-screen at his yeoman who was holding up a PADD- it seemed this action was becoming a common theme. After glancing at the device he
looked at the Captain "it seems there is another matter that needs to be dealt with, involving you Captain. I just received a notice from
Starfleet Command via my yeoman."
Anthony raised an eyebrow, "Apart from recommending my crew for the Eclipse Award for the way they dealt with the First Contact situation,
which is in the report that you have, I am not sure what you are referring to, Admiral."
"I have a notice here from the office of the Starfleet Commander…" Jolias glanced up at his yeoman again before looking back at the screen
"officially promoting you to the rank of Commodore- congratulations Commodore. You have done a great Mister Blokpoel."
The look of surprise flashed over his face. This was totally unexpected. "Commodore?" Anthony replied. "I do hope that means I will not be
removed from the ship, Admiral." He remembered the words his sister had told him. 'Whatever you do, don't let them promote you off that ship.'
"No, not at all, you're fine where you are I imagine." Enor glanced off screen again "also you're crew has been awarded the Eclipse award
for their exceptional work in regards to the first contact situation. Good job all around, Commodore."
"Thank you, Admiral. I have the best crew I could hope to have. I am
very... proud of them. Is there anything else or should we continue with
our orders to explore and look for potential colony sites in this area?"
"Continue on with your standing orders Captain." Enor replied.
"Thank you Admiral. Blokpoel out." Anthony closed the channel and sat
back in his chair for a moment. The Admiral had surprised him. A
promotion was the last thing he had expected. He was due to meet Nikita
soon prior to attending the party, and in this case, he would leave his
old rank on. This party was about the crew and how well they had
performed. Tomorrow was early enough to wear his new rank pins.
Adm Jolias Enor
AFCO
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=*= Capt Anthony Blokpoel =*=
Commanding Officer
USS Cortez
http://www.uss-cortez.com
Blokpoel family motto: "Everything fits otherwise we'll make it fit!!"
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