The Captain sat straight in his chair. He had trained and prepared for this day since entering Starfleet Academy. He had a reputation for completing his objectives by any means necessary. A questionable way of doing things and thinking by some in Starfleet Command; Those shoes orders he now followed considered his traits most effective. They had finally given him a command rather than considering discharge from service. "Inform yard control we are prepped for departure." He spoke to communications without a backwards glance. "Clear moorings. Thrusters at station keeping." He watched as the last of the yard tenders moved to clear the departure path. "Yard command acknowledges and says counting is at five minutes." Communications reported from behind him. "Moorings clear. Thrusters at station keeping." Helm responded. The Captain gave a slight nod, barely able to contain his excitement during this moment. His fingers tightened on the chair arms.