<div class="floatleft">(https://scifanatic-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/dsc-s2promo-becomingpike-head2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Starbase One >Main Transporter Room><em>USS Avenger</em><br/><br/><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a long few months of overseeing the salvage and recovery of the<em>Lexington</em>, getting her back to the Mars shipyards, then a follow up assignment at Command Staff and Tactics College.  Now it was finally here, his ship, ready for her first mission deployment.  He did not expect the first few weeks would be the smoothest.  It was not his first experience with a brand new ship, but it would be as its commanding officer.  A new crew had its issues to start with as well.  Both together represented a challenge, but Decimus knew he was up to the task.  A few weeks of shake down to find the rough spots and edges, then to make everything work like clockwork.<br/><br/>Decimus did have to stop at the main observation lounge in Starbase One to give a long stare at his ship.  It was a weighted moment as one of the lessons taught in the first week at Command College was there might be many commands in his future, but he would always compare them to his first command, his first ship.  The<em>Lexington</em>did not count.  He assumed command during a crisis yes, but it was not his ship.  Such would not be the case with the<em>Avenger</em>, and while her purpose was not the same as when her keel was first laid, he was certain the ship as well as his crew could handle whatever mission Starfleet Command assigned them.<br/><br/>Decimus moved away from the viewport after several long moments and made his way to the transporter room.   The yeoman at the terminal sent over the official request.  It took a moment before the yeoman nodded and turned towards Decimus.<strong>"They are ready for you Captain Courcel.  Energizing in five, four, three, Godspeed Captain."</strong>Then there was the flash of light, the slight sense of dissociation before the world snapped back into place, and Decimus found himself in the transporter room on board the<em>Avenger</em>, his ship, and the moment was everything he had thought it would be and more.<br/><br/>The chief of the ship was present, and she smiled and made a gesture towards Decimus as he stepped off the transporter pad, and the pipping of a senior officer, a tradition dating back hundred of years, sounded as he did so.<strong>"Welcome aboard, Captain Courcel.  Computer, note in the ship's log of the arrival of the commanding officer of the Federation Starship <em>U.S.S. Avenger</em>, by order of Starfleet Command, order number beta five, six, twelve, sigma.  Sir, the ship is yours.  You have command."</strong><br/><br/>Decimus smiled as well and spoke in a resounding voice as he completed yet another ritual as old as the whistles which announced his arrival.<strong>"Thank you, Master Chief.  Computer, Captain Decimus Imriel Courcel, Delta Beta Sigma three, five, two.  By order of Starfleet Command, order number beta, five, six, twelve, sigma, I assume command."</strong>Next came the voice of the Avenger's computer for everyone present on board, and not only in the transporter room.<strong><em>"Noted in ship's log change of command from administration station to commanding officer of record, Captain Decimus Courcel.  All commands and protocols transferred.  Welcome aboard, Captain Courcel."</em></strong>