San Francisco, California. Starfleet Headquarters
"Come" a voice spoke in answer to the door chime. The doors slid open and into a rather small and messy office stepped a young blond boy wearing the uniform of a Starfleet Officer.
"Namjoon… it's about time. Sit down I'm a very busy person". An older gentleman was digging through a pile of PADDS that covered his desk and the counter behind it.
"Fleet Admiral… your call seemed urgent. May I ask what this is about?" Namjoon asked.
"First of all Commander it doesn't really matter, I call and you run. That's the gist of it. But no ". The male sighed and picked up a golden PADD before sitting in his chair,"The war is going to shit. We lost Deep Space Nine and now the Dominion have the advantage and control over that bloody wormhole. We are losing ships left and right and are at the point of pulling friggin' Constitution class vessels out of museums thats sad ain't it? Hell I overheard they want to refit the Columbia...the Columbia NX02… An NX CLASS!". he threw his hands in irritation as he spun around his chair."How desperate are we? To want to use a relic, an antique?... Anyway... this is why you're here commander. We need captains"
Namjoon raised an eyebrow "Sir?" He asked
"Im making you a captain dipshit… are you deaf? Put together a crew and report to Utopia by the end of the week. We're dragging out the USS Yorktown. Not the galaxy one ohoho no we talking about the old school Constitution class … pray it doesn't fall apart cause that bucket of bolts ain't seen action since James Kirk"
Namjoon was speechless as he contemplated what he just heard… did he just get promoted?
"Captain we ain't got all day. Get going! I want that ship out at Starbase 234 by weeks end! Chop chop you're asian you're smart, you'll figure it out"
Still speechless Namjoon left the office glancing down at his hand and the golden pip that laid in his palm. He was a captain now and he was probably going to die."Geeze…. Yay war"