Episode 001- The Beginning
I am Admiral T'Son and I command the stronghold of the United Federation of Planets, Earth's main defense, the symbol of power and unity in Starfleet, the symbol of the advancement in Human technology. I command the Starbase that has been home to legends from the era of the excelsior class starships, I command Starbase one.
Executive Admiral Ross was making a long boring speech. Everyone in the audience who was not a Vulcan was, or was about to, fall asleep. T'Son in his usual Vulcan way took note of everything he said. Fleet Admiral Necheov had to ask Admiral Nakamara to hit her on the head if she were to fall asleep and this, Admiral Nakamara did willingly. Admiral Nakamara rather enjoyed herself that day; hitting Fleet Admiral Alana Necheov was something she had only dreamed of doing. Finally an hour and 34 minutes later, Executive Admiral Ross came to the speech's end.
"In conclusion my esteemed colleges, I am honored to announce that the new commander of Starbase one will be Admiral T'Son!" The crowd applauded but T'Son wondered if it was because they were pleased at the admiral's choice or that the speech was over. The people were about to get up and escape from that horrid place when Executive Admiral Ross stopped them. "You know, this reminds me of a rather long story which I want to share with you..." Fleet Admiral Necheov groaned and fell asleep but woke up again after quickly being hit by Admiral Nakamara. Finally, after 30 minutes of the Admiral's monotonous speech was supposed to close, they were dismissed. Fleet Admiral Necheov looked at all the bruises Admiral Nakamara made from her hitting and rolled her eyes a bit.
"I supposed I deserve it," she said to herself comically, "I have been pushing her over the edge too much lately...oh well, she'll get over it." Admiral T'Son stepped to the shuttle pod waiting for him. A young ensign saluted.
"At ease ensign," T'Son ordered in his punctual voice, "Please take me to the Starbase."
"Aye sir!" the ensign said stepping into the shuttle's cockpit. T'Son sat back and looked outside the window. He was suppressing great excitement...it was a bit hard being a quarter human to suppress those emotions sometimes but he usually managed. He looked down below him and he saw the golden gate bridge. The looked above and he surmised they were in the stratosphere now. A few minutes later he got a glimpse of it... Starbase one. He had seen Starbase one thousands of times...nine hundred and forty-three to be exact, but this time it was different. Now he was in command of this colossal structure. Now he was the one commanding the key to Starfleet. Now he would be responsible for the tens of thousands of people who were on the station.
"Ensign," he said looking at the window, "Bring us into bay three, and ensign, slow down, take us to maneuvering thrusters only."
"Aye sir!" the ensign said tapping a few buttons. T'Son walked up to the ops console of the shuttle and pushed in a few commands.
"Starbase one, this is Admiral T'Son requesting permission to dock in the shuttle area in bay four," there was a short pause, there was high traffic on this particular day and T'Son knew it.
"Greetings Admiral, this is Starbase One, you are cleared for entry, proceed to bearing 1 mark 322 and go ahead slow, the bay doors are opening now...admiral, it will be a pleasure serving you I am sure"
"Thank you, I will see you on the station, T'Son out." T'Son watched from his seat in ops. To the port side was the USS. Enterprise-E, the newer sovereign class model, she appeared to be damaged... no doubt from their encounter with Shinzon a few months earlier. T'Son in his own Vulcan way was not happy of the federation's decision to send Data into such an undercover mission that they had to make it seem like he had died. T'Son knew this effected the crew emotionally more than anyone could imagine...especially for Picard and Troi.
"We have arrived at spaceport!" the ensign announced turning off his console. "Umbilical connections...engaged, VIP gangplank secured sir"
"Thank you for the ride ensign," the admiral stood up and shook the ensign's hand. T'Son never did understand the human custom of grabbing the others hand and shaking it vigorously...it was one of many human customs he didn't quite grasp. "In time," he thought, "I hope I can understand them...this job won't be easy without that basic knowledge." He stepped out of the VIP gangplank, in front of him thousands of starfleet officers and civilians gathered.
"Welcome admiral," they all said in unison, "welcome to Starbase one!" T'Son was a bit touched by their welcome, he was the 1st non-human ever to command Starbase one and he wasn't sure how he would get along with the crew. T'Son already had a plan of action, after waving (another human custom he did not understand) he went immediately to turbolift 15.
"Turbolift 15, access to Main Engineering, Aries junction 15 interconnecting with main system 5 red, Bridge, Battle Bridge, and launch deck 2" he recalled from the specifications of the entire Starbase that he memorized. He found the turbolift and stepped into it. "Bridge!" he ordered as the commuter gave its affirmative chime. T'Son was immediately whisked away to the bridge of Starbase one. "And so the adventure of a thousand miles begins with one simple step" he thought to himself recalling the phrase he has read in his literature class oh so many years ago. He was thirty human years old now, the youngest Starfleet Admiral in Starfleet. The turbolift came to a halt and T'Son took a deep breath...something he hadn't done as far back as he could recall. He found that action illogical. He would have to attempt to weed it out in his daily meditation that night. The doors opened onto a busy bridge of the most advanced Starbase known in the Milky Way Galaxy. All around him crewmembers were dashing in and out. The bridge was colossal taking up 3 whole decks. The main deck of the bridge was what he was on now. Commodore Selar, the former Assistant Chief Medical officer aboard the USS. Enterprise-E, was stationed on the bridge in the Commanding Officer's chair. Selar had quickly risen through the ranks of starfleet and eventually found herself as Executive Officer aboard Starbase one. She stood up and saluted.
"Admiral on the Bridge" she called out and the command deck came to attention. T'Son was pleased...in the Vulcan way at least, to have a Vulcan as his first officer.
"Thank you Commodore, at ease!" he said as he took the command chair. T'Son knew that this was going to be the best assignment of his life. He could feel it from deep within. He looked at the main viewer and sub-consciously thought to himself, "Well T'Son, this is it, what you've been waiting for all these years, the command of Starbase one." He sat back in his chair and had to stifle a smile that was fighting to come out on his face. This was his dream and now, he was living it.