"I'll have the bridge give you access. Let me know how it goes, do what you think is needed to secure the systems, and see what you can find out. Somehow took the time to break in and cover up their tracks... So take all the time you need to find out who, and why."

"I'll keep you posted Sir."
Blake takes his leave and returns to his quarters.

Once Blake Germaine has left, Captain Blake Dorn sits back in his chair, taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts. He probably dozed off, because the incoming message startled him. It woke him up good though as soon as he had confirmation their location was now known. Quickly he splashed some water into his face and made his way to the bridge.

"Marco, wake the full engineering crew, all the marines and send Ascott to the bridge. We are in business."

AT 0730 Blake Dorn decided he had sometime to spare, so he sat back in his office, checking on some files.
Grabbing himself another strong coffee he read a couple before sending out a message.

"Lieutenant Shadow, please report to the Captain's quarters."

Once the Buzzer  rings..Shadow gives a heartbeat or so before he  enters, Taking off his Cap again, and salutes  after the door closes,

 ..LT   Kray Shadow  reporting as Requested, Captain.... and, once more, stands  at ease.

The captain looked up from the conversation he was having with another person in the room. Kray could only see the back of the man, but instantly recognised him. Or rather, recognised the flight jacket, the short nearly white hair, the shoulders that were just a bit too wide for a pilot. Timochev!

"Lieutenant Shadow, good you could join us. Please, have a seat." He gestured at the empty chair next to the russian.
"I believe you already know commander Timochev, your flight leader."

"We have met, da," Timochev answered before Kray could.
"One of Australia's best."

"Lieutenant Shadow has been working on the fighters for most of yesterday, putting them through their paces. I thought it usefull to have this get-together so we all know where we stand at the moment. Lieutenant, what are your initial thoughts on the fighters?"

   Shadow  Nodded,.Yesser.... he    gace Timochev a nod and  his characteristic half-smile.

  ..commander.. I trust yer bloody wake up was a bit more...relaxed..then mine!

 then turned to the Captain,Aye...we flew   against each other, an' even teamed  a few times..depending on which fleet held exercises....

    He was quiet for a bit as he thought over the Hellcats,..Well Sir... As i am certain the Commander will agreed... they are the Best Earth coulkd send with us....or? maybe..2nd best. If we run inta Aliens who don't like us creepin' around, we gotta hope they ain't too far ahead...

 ..fer me own thoughts.. we might have ta worry about who tried to  torch us , if that happened  to all the Colony ships, then some one was tryin' ta make sure thier  folks, were the one's  who spread the race..eh?

  So far the fighters  I took up flew well..some a wee bit stiff an' all, but once they  warmed  up, they flew bloody well..... If we Have a QM and a tech... we need to start lookin' at makin' more  hard ammo..that stuff we have, ain't  gonna last forever...

  Half to the Captain, Half to Timochev,..all the pilots out of bed?

"Da, all are awake. I will have meeting talk later in conference room. I think twelve hours.
I agree on Hellcat being good fighter. I also know we have one better, you have been told, Da?"
Timochev concluded the last piece more than he inquired. He turned to the captain.
"Lieutenant Shadow was, how you say, thorn in my side on many occasion. We not always see eye to eye, but he damn good pilot. That why I select him. Sometimes... too bold... is correct phrase I think. But that is manageable. I would like him for third wing Captain."

Blake Dorn nodded, perhaps in thought, maybe in agreement.
"You make a good point on the ammunition, but since we have an entire hold just for that, filled to the rafters, it is not yet a priority. Things might seem random sometimes lieutenant, but trust me when I say there is definately a system to our madness."
He fumbled in his uniform pocket and pulled out a cigar. Casually he snipped the end off with a golden cutter he removed from his desk.
"Besides, who are we shooting? We are alone out here, at least for a couple hundred thousand miles."

"Still, we better prepare," the russian pilot agreed with Shadow. They really needed o up their readiness just in case, and besides, he too was eager to get flying.

"And you will. Right above Hangar 1 is hold number 9. We have dubbed it Flight-Opps. There are direct elevators there from the hangars, and it is designated as your operational command. There are also 20 simulators there, so you can train all you want. Since I have woken up all military personell now, your ground teams should all be awake and getting to work soon too. I trust you can get them up to speed Commander? The lieutenant can fill you in on the last twenty-four hours. Dismissed gentlemen."

Yuri stood up and saluted, then put on his beret. It was pitch black, with the symbol of his old squadron, a brown bear pinned in the front. He then turned to Shadow, shook his head at the door indicating him to follow, and left.

Timochev ---> Flight-Opps

 Shadow  nodded  with his  half smile,..the Commander is being nice,Captain.  I may have pushed him a few times, but rarely ended  up on top....

 As for who we are goign to fight?... With Lukc? no one..but, we don't  know what's  bloody out here... and' there's a good chance they'll not be happy ta see us..

 then he added, I aslo understand we got a bunch of civies, he gotta take care of.... I'm just makin' sure  we have stuff on a list...

 When   Timochev motioned for him to follow, He Saluted the CAptain, pulled on his  Ball Cap and  followed....

 >>>>>>Shadow Flight Ops.

-->> Dorn from bridge

Captain Dorn enters his office, takes off his captain's jacket, and sits down in his recliner chair. Quickly he calls up Schmidt's file. Hrm... Another one Marco woke up without his orders. He really had to get Germaine to fix that. He waited for the man to come in and sit down.

From -> Bridge

Mike doesn't hesitate as he opens the door and enters, however he does stop in surprise as he notices the set-up of the room, his gaze soaking up all there is to see before walking over and sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the captain's desk. He waits patiently for the Captain to speak first, legs crossed in front of him.
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"Mike Schmidt. Maintainance worker. You won the lottery Mike." Dorn smiles a wry smile. "And what a win it is. By now I assume you have figured out we have been woken up a century late, give or take. We overshot our target by some sixty lightyears, and quite frankly, we are lost in space. We never gave Marco orders to wake up civilians yet, but somehow the AI has different ideas on that."

Dorn poured two glasses of what looked to be scotch. He handed Mike one.
"Welcome aboard Mike."

Mike takes the drink and looks at it for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. After a minute he shrugs, a smile on his face mirroring Dorn's own.
"Well, Mother always said that I was a late sleeper, guess that space travel didn't change a thing."

He takes a sip from the glass, his eyes gaining back an old sparkle to them as he spoke to Dorn "Its really been that long? A hundred years? Well that sucks. I was hoping it was a joke the AI was playing. So, what does that mean for me, Captain..."
Brows crinkle in thought, a frown spreading to replace the smile.
"Huh, cant seem to recall your name. Weird, they told us before we boarded, didn't they?"

"Captain Blake Dorn. Formerly british navy, submarines. Now, in this here space-sub... More luxurious, but the same thing really." Dorn shrugged. "Its not certain they told you. As a lottery winner you were probably already in cryo before they even assigned you to one of the colony ships."

"As for what it means for you? I have no idea, what does it mean for any of us? Most likely earth is gone, we haven been able to intercept any transmissions for quite some time. Distance is a factor there too however, sound travels slower than light, and as such slower than us. I expect messages will keep coming in for the next few weeks, maybe months. But as far as CS-8 is concerned, our mission stands. We will establish a colony, just not on ALpha Centauri. We are now en route to a system just a week from here. One of my more clever computer operators discovered a habitable ring of planets there. We hope one is suitable for us."

"As a civilian, I have no true authority over you once the colony is established. A council will be created through voting. My jurisdiction is this ship only. While we are still in transit, and the first few months of terraforming, maybe Morale officer Jan VanderBeek can assign you a task. I suggest you go see him in the barracks mess hall."

Mike listens carefully to everything that Dorn says, brightening noticeably at the mention of 'computer operators', but otherwise doesn't react outwardly until the end, where he finishes what's left of the scotch and places the glass on the table.
"Well, that's a lot of food for thought, Captain Dorn. If you don't have anything else to tell me about, Ill be on my way and head towards the mess hall."

Standing up and holding his hand outstretched to Dorn, Mike smiles widely.
"Always wanted an adventure. Guess I'm finally getting one, aren't I?"

Hesitates for a moment, then asks "I take it I should talk to Vanderbeek about getting something else to wear? This jumpsuit just isn't my style."
Grimaces as he gestures to said outfit

"Just ask Marco for directions to your quarters," Dorn replied. He  "It's probably somewhere on one of the civilian decks."

Smiles gratefully "Thanks Captain Dorn, I'll head there first. See you later, eh?"
Heads towards the door, opens it, and exits the room, taking a few steps down the corridor before stopping for a moment, looking up towards the celling and politely asking "Marco, would you be so kind as to direct me to my quarters?

Your chambers are located on deck eleven, appartment 28. Have a nice day Mike.

"You too, Marco, and thank you." Mike headed towards the deck with haste, eager to change into something less...restricting.

To: Schmidt's Quarters
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Dorn sat down just in time to hear the distinct buzz of the door. As he sat back in his chair he waved a gesture for the marine to come in, Koizumi in his wake.
"Lt. Mariko Koizumi here to see you Captain."

Dorn tapped his screen a few times, calling up her personell files as he waved the marine out the door. Not waiting for formalities like salutes he then indicated Mariko should sit down.

"We have a bit of a situation on board Lieutenant, so I will keep this short if possible," he spoke as he read the files in front of him.
"Lieutenant Mariko Koizumi, Japanese Navy. Top scores in your classes, described as level-headed and cool by your superiors. Decent fighter pilot especially in the japanes built JF-15, three months crass course in the Hellcat. Looking to pilot the big ships though judging by your voluntary course in capital ship control."

Dorn sat back, looking Mariko in the eyes, as is trying to pierce her soul.
"Tell me Lieutenant. Where does your true ambition lay?"

Mariko thought for a minute as the Captain regarded her.

"Sir, I love to fly. I want to fly Hellcat and work my way up to Helm on board this ship and, if by flying either one, get our crew and the colonists to a safe world we can call home. My ambition lies in getting all of us somewhere safe, sir."

"I'll tell ya what," Dorn pondered aloud. "I'll let you work shifts with my bridge crew, make sure they teach you how to fly this beast. If these reports by your trainers are correct you should soon be outflying Ensign Biggalow, and god knows I can use another ranking officer on the bridge. Meanwhile you can go to the flight deck, see if Commander Timochev has a wing available for you to log your Hellcat hours when I don need you here." He smiled.
"How's that?"

"That's very generous, Captain, thank you. I'd appreciate any time you can give me at the Helm."

She stood up and went to attention. "If I may be dismissed I'll report to the Commander, at once, Sir!"

"Negative. Report to the barracks mess hall. Get some food and drink in you first. Commander Timochev is out there anyway." Dorn pointed at the large window to the left of his mahogany desk. Outside Mariko saw a Hellcat flying by, armed to the teeth, patrolling. "You can talk to him afterwards."

The slight pilot looked outside to see the Hellcat flying by and nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'll do that, thank you, Sir!"

She pivoted sharply on one heel and strode out of the Captain's officers and headed back to the barracks to change into something less formal and went to the mess in her NWU.

-------->To the barracks and mess hall