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"I am General James Hackett, Son of Admiral Steven Hackett, Captian of the SSV Archangel."
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Post by General James Hackett on Sept 1, 2014 7:33:05 GMT
The Archangel had been constructed as the most advanced Dreadnought in the Allaince a Vessel that any race would be in awe of. A young officer named Hackett had been offered the fourth ever Spectre Posisiton and the Command of the Vessel after helping coordinate the Defense of Earth alongside his Admiral Father and Commander Shepard his unit struck and took a Reaper base. His Unit was commended for there place and James given a fancy new rank of General he spent a year on the fixed Citadel and the other nine serving on another Dreadnought before this command had came up. James had to give up the lives of his Squad on earth but they took the Base and pressed forward and were more succesful than half the Alliance combined and was wounded before Shepard had saved the universe again. James had always been in the shadow of his father but now his father was a Councilor and had pulled all the strings he could for his legacy and gave him the SSV Archangel. The Ship had five thousand times the hit as the SSV Normandy and the Same Signal Jammers.
James entered the office saluting the Major that he had requested out of all the Doctors he had a choice of. "Major Rutherford, A pleasure. I am your new CO James Hackett, General, Alliance Navy, Spectre and Son of Councilor Hackett." He dropped his arm from the saulute now ready to shake her hand. "A pleasure, You will be a Great Addition to my crew, Or at least you better be." He laughed.
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Post by Major Dr. Eleanor Rutherford on Sept 3, 2014 6:59:15 GMT
Eleanor sat at her desk, finishing up a batch of paperwork. Her new assignment to the Archangel was a change from her previous employment as Chief Medical Officer at Huerta Memorial on The Citadel. While, technically, this new position was a slight step down from her old one, she had requested it. Many of her comrades wondered why the hell she'd request this position. She had two very good reasons for that. One: her husband had been assigned to this ship and was serving as a science officer. Eleanor couldn't even recall the last time they had served together. It was obviously a very long time ago. Two: she missed traveling through the skies and exploring new places. Her job at Huerta was a nice, safe, and secure position, but it wasn't nearly as exhilarating as this new job. And that made all the difference.
She looked up momentarily from her paperwork as she heard footsteps approach her office. She stood when she heard the Captain address her. She turned to face him, her bright blue eyes alert. "I'm hoping that I will live up to your expectations," she said, saluting him. "I am quite familiar with your father. My husband served with him years ago," she said. That was many years ago, though. Now she was older, and her bright red hair was littered with strands of gray.
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Post by General James Hackett on Sept 3, 2014 7:28:07 GMT
"Thank you Major. I am glad to have you aboard. Your Preformance Reports were outstanding and so was your Husbands." The New Captain of the Ship looked over the ship's Med Bay. "I hope everything is stock up to what you need and want." The Young man said looking over the table. "Any medical problems so far? Report any major problems directly to me, Minor problems can be emailed to me or given to Major Alenko. But any problems with the Crew currently?" He said as he checked over all the Equipment, all brand new straight from the Factory and in perfect condition along with every thing else in the ship. It had hardly a months flying time on the ship but the Pilot was very skilled at Helming her. There were rooms for everything from the Armory to a Meeting room. The Ship was almost a Kilometer in length and a Gun on the top was almost 800M Cannon that could blow anything out of the Sky.
The Bustle on the ship was a common thing that was uncontrolable and the General could watch as people formed and Broke of Relationships. For some this was their first Deployment and some this was their Sixtieth. He enjoyed it meeting the crew. He had a select few Marines and Deployable on Strike Missions with him. They would often stop off on planets and check on the Colony's. But when the Orders came from Command they would be the Ship going against the new Cerberus. James wore the Alliance Officers Blues when he was on deck but would often wear more causal clothes when he came down to eat or check on the Engineers which he did often. It was his Third Command and the second he had not failed. They Decorated him for getting twenty men killed, How was that applaudable? He often asked him self questions like that.
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