It Runs In The Family

Posted on Sat Jan 18th, 2020 @ 6:11pm by Lieutenant Colonel William Christensen-Wright SFMC & Ensign Charles Wellesley
Edited on on Sat Jan 18th, 2020 @ 6:11pm

Mission: [OS] A New Dawn
Location: Conference Room || Deck 1 || Ourea Station
Timeline: MD02 || 0602

Ourea Station was still a work in progress.

The stations Strategic Operations staff was just as incomplete. The department currently consisted of William and Ensign Charles Wellesley. William had spent some time the previous evening reviewing the Ensign’s service jacket. He’d contacted the young officer and ordered him to report to the Conference Room on Deck 1 at 0600 to provide a briefing on the current state of affairs.

Sitting at the head of the conference room’s table, Lieutenant Colonel Christensen-Wright checked his wristwatch for the third time in the past five minutes. “Two minutes.” William muttered to himself as he watched the door, waiting for Ensign Wellesley to arrive.

Finally, the doors parted and Ensign Wellesley rushed into the room.

“You’re late.” The Marine noted brusquely.

Ensign Wellesley stood at the other end of the table. “Sorry, sir. Ensign Charles Wellesley, reporting as ordered.” The English Ensign announced loudly.

“I hold my officers to the highest standards. While I’ll allow a little leeway in the beginning, that won’t last long.” Lieutenant Colonel Christensen-Wright had a particular dislike of tardiness, but he would let the matter slide this time. The Ensign wouldn’t get a second chance. “At ease.”

Ensign Wellesley relaxed and stood at parade rest. “Understood, sir.”

“Wellesley,” William paused for a moment, “are you descended from the most famous Wellesley?”

The Ensign nodded. “Yes, sir. I can trace my ancestry back to Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington.”

“I can’t imagine the Iron Duke being tardy.” William mused as he prepared to move on to the point of their meeting.

However, Ensign Wellesley was to have the last word. “Actually, about twenty years before he was created Duke of Wellington, he was sent with reinforcements for the Duke of York during the Flanders Campaign but arrived too late. You could say it runs in the family.”

A smile pulled at the corner of Williams’ lips. “Touché, Ensign.” The young man had balls. With some guidance he could be a great officer. The Colonel turned back to the matter at hand. “The Admiral has scheduled a briefing for thirteen hundred hours, but I want to be fully prepared long before that. Are you ready to proceed?”

“Yes, sir.” Ensign Wellesley moved to the console and large screen in the corner of the room. “I’ve complied intelligence reports, tactical analysis, political evaluations and a current status of Task Force Operations. My briefing will cover the major powers in the region with a particular focus on the Vaadwaur.”

William nodded. By the sounds of it, Ensign Wellesley had compiled a through briefing. He hoped that he was right. “Proceed.”