Unintentional Farewells WHO: Admiral Sinclair and crew. WHERE: Battlestar Taranis.
Even in the old days, navies had all kinds of Admirals. Some of whom never went to sea and each with their own ranking system. There are Admirals in overall command, Admirals they command, Admirals in charge of task groups, Admirals in control of troop transports, tankers, supply ships and more... Each of them with their own flagship. Any class of vessel could serve as one, so long as they had the room. Communications, of course being paramount.
Battlestar Taranis was Claudia Sinclair's.
Little wonder, then, that her leaving it was a source of slight commotion.
"Barring spontaneous attack by haunted asteroids, I'm sure you'll have everything in hand," she exchanged with her XO, walking briskly down the corridors. Subordinates saluting as they made their way past. The clang of feet upon metalwork almost comforting, these days, if only for familiarity's sake.
"Any idea why the meeting's convened?"
"You know better than to ask," replied she with a half-amused raise of eyebrow. Then relented with a more casual, "Actually, yes. Partially, anyway... But I can't imagine it'll eat up too much of my time. Expect me back within the day. You have the bridge... I'd appreciate it if it got returned in one piece."
With an affable smile, Sinclair dipped head under hatch and nodded her acknolwdgement of the man's farewell. Computerised display in hand as Admiral made her way out to the flight deck when given the OK to board the small transport prepped to head out to the Avalon. Only when strapped in and on their way did she transfer attention to the checklist of confidential files. Electronic warfare developments, reminders of relevant findings from the Valkyrie, intercepted transmissions... It was going to be an interesting day.
More interesting than she could ever have imagined.