(If anyone wants they are free to interact with me as I make my rounds around the ship. Otherwise, I will assume that I run into folks who were at various spots in passing. )<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: CDR McFadden<br/><br/>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br/>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br/><br/>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br/>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/>Notes: N/A<br/><hr/><br/>After taking care of final business on the star base, McFadden made his way to the ship, via shuttle craft.  Riding with other members of the crew, he reasoned would allow him to get a feel for some of them, while enjoying a lovely view as they approached the new ship. It was not a wasted trip.<br/><br/>To be Vulcan generally meant the expulsion or severe control of emotion. But there are times, such as now, when the Commander could appreciate his human blood. As the vessel approached the Avenger, he felt a small sense of what one might call pleasure. Perhaps satisfaction would be more accurate. She was an entirely new class of vessel and as her view grew from within the shuttlecraft, it was obvious to his trained eye that her purpose was not exploratory.<br/><br/>She was a fearsome sight, more heavily armed than the Constitution class, and from what he had seen and studied, the new Avenger would be kilo per kilo more vicious and powerful than the Federation class. Two of the Avengers could offer twice the phaser and torpedo barrage of the gigantic Dreadnought with less than half the manpower. She was everything the class should be and as the shuttle craft entered the bay, McFadden knew that if the Klingon Defense force did not respect the olive branch of peace, then hard logic would prevail in ensuring the blade of the Federation would put them down.  With a little blink he looked up from these thoughts, as the other passengers began to shuffle and offer parting words to the Vulcan with the blade on his hip.<br/><br/>The Commander, stepped off the boarding ramp and into the docking bay to be greeted by a steward who with a sharp salute, which was quickly returned, moved to take his things to his quarters for him. As his belongings were taken care of for the moment, he began to make his way through the vessel as he familiarized himself a bit with it. A soft mechanical wisp of sound as the turbo lift doors open and McFadden made his first stop.<br/><br/>“XO on the bridge!” Someone snapped off as those not in the middle of any important functions, moved to stand at attention before the Commander interrupted with a crisp, “As you were.” before proceeding to look over the stations one at a time and gather reports so as to be up to speed on all matters before the vessel left its port. This would go on for some time as once he was done speaking with the bridge officers, he then made his way to security, cartography, communications, medical, looked through recreation decks, the crew and officer’s mess, and so on before eventually making his way to his own personal quarters.