------=_Part_3985_18300062.1118281545801 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline [Into the Lair] It had taken a while to reach the Chimera. Through corridors and crowds, Jason had traveled from the opposite side of the starbase but now he was finally about to board the vessel he'd been assigned too. Drawing to a stop= beside an officer at attention, Jason nodded and let the man begin his check. "Can i take your name Sir?" He probed. "Scott, Jason." A second passed as the man entered Jason's name into his PADD. "Okay, welcome aboard Lieutenant. Do you need a guide to get you to the ODA quarters?" "No thanks." Scott replied, walking past the officer and entering the Chimera's docking arm. Moving down the short walkway, Jason entered the Intrepid class starship and made straight for the turbolift. Passing a few= crewman and officers as he continued on towards the lift, he noticed many o= f them were looking at him. No doubt his dress uniform was something not seen= regularly in the halls of the vessel, but Jason also imagined his glasses= were a part of their curiousity. Sod them though, sod their stares and untactful ways of looking upon him like an exhibit. If he let them bother= him, he'd have no hope. So instead, he ignored them, and continued on as though they had gone unnoticed. "ODA." He called, stepping into the turbolift. Ascending, or descending in= the lift - Jason couldn't really tell as the lights signifying up and down= were to bright for his eyes to accommodate - he re-checked his collar and= straightened his jacket. The slow hum grew thicker as the carriage stopped and deposited him before a military officer. Not exchanging words, Jason passed the man - and several= more - as he approached the ODA Commander's office. Stopping outside of the= room, he pressed at the enunciator and looked across the man behind the desk. 2nd Lt. Jason Scott ODA Assistant Commander USS Chimera -- If you build it... ------=_Part_3985_18300062.1118281545801 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline <span style="font-family: verdana;">[Into the Lair]</span><br style="fo= nt-family: verdana;"><br> <span style="font-family: verdana;">It had taken a while to reach the Chimera. Through corridors and crowds, Jason had traveled from the opposite side of the starbase but now he was finally about to board the vessel he'd been assigned too. Drawing to a stop beside an officer at attention, Jason nodded and let the man begin his check.<br> <br> "Can i take your name Sir?" He probed.<br> <br> "Scott, Jason."<br> <br> A second passed as the man entered Jason's name into his PADD. "Okay, welcome aboard Lieutenant. Do you need a guide to get you to the ODA quarters?"<br> <br> "No thanks." Scott replied, walking past the officer and entering= the Chimera's docking arm. Moving down the short walkway, Jason entered the Intrepid class starship and made straight for the turbolift. Passing a few crewman and officers as he continued on towards the lift, he noticed many of them were looking at him. No doubt his dress uniform was something not seen regularly in the halls of the vessel, but Jason also imagined his glasses were a part of their curiousity. Sod them though, sod their stares and untactful ways of looking upon him like an exhibit. If he let them bother him, he'd have no hope. So instead, he ignored them, and continued on as though they had gone unnoticed.<br> <br> "ODA." He called, stepping into the turbolift. Ascending, or desc= ending in the lift - Jason couldn't really tell as the lights signifying up and down were to bright for his eyes to accommodate -  he re-checked his collar and straightened his jacket.<br> <br> The slow hum grew thicker as the carriage stopped and deposited him before a military officer. Not exchanging words, Jason passed the man - and several more - as he approached the ODA Commander's office. Stopping outside of the room, he pressed at the enunciator and looked across the man behind the desk.<br> <br> </span> <div><font face="verdana">2nd <font size="2">Lt. </font>Jason Scot= t</font> <div><font face="verdana">ODA Assistant Commander</font> <font face="verdana">USS Chimera</font><br> <br style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-= - </span><br style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: ve= rdana;">If you build it...</span> ------=_Part_3985_18300062.1118281545801--