A Long Way From Home
Posted on Tue Nov 26th, 2019 @ 3:38pm by Lieutenant Commander Trovic Anon
1,083 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
[A] A Breath of Fresh Air
Location: USS Pequod - Ourea Station
Timeline: 15 June 2389
ON:
Trovic gazed out the viewport of the Pequod on Deck 9 as the ship emerged through the gate. It would not be much time at all before they arrived at the Ourea Station. He, of course, had been through the gate a couple times already as part of the crew of the USS Pequod and the USS Kerberos before that. But, today was a new chapter in Trovic’s carrier, fore he has now been assigned to the Ourea Station here in the Delta Quadrant.
Lieutenant Anon Trovic is going to help manage the facility that will be the foundation of the Federation’s presence in this part of the Galaxy. In his carrier he had taken the position of Chief of Operations of a couple ships, but this will be the first time that he would lead that department for a large facility like the Station. He, of course over his carrier, had taken the role of Assistant Chief for a Station, but it’s never the same as Chief. He knew there was so many more responsibilities to that role. He didn’t fear his ability nor his experience. It was all there. Trovic just wanted to do a good job.
Lt. Anon began to make his way down the passageway toward his quarters. He had his belonging already in 2 bags waiting for him in his quarters. He was very aware that officers didn’t need to bring ‘things’ with them, but somehow Trovic felt that there were some things that he didn’t want to be replicated.
Trovic might have been just a bit deep in thought at that moment when he turned the corner in the passageway, but really there was no excuse for walking directly into someone who was carrying a stack of sample trays. It was down right wrong.
Bodies clumped to the deck as they also heard the crashing of sterile specimen trays with containers. Trovic protected his face as the last of the broken pieces came to rest about him, and the other person. Trovic knew he could play this two ways, because he was very much in control of his emotions at the moment. He could come off being apologetic, even if it was an Ensign or even a lowly crewman. Or, he could stand up and be furious, raising his voice, barking commands for all to hear up and down the passageway. But as Trovic sat up and blinked his eyes a couple times, he saw that the person he had bumped into was a female crewman, and a Bolian at that. His first impression of her was that she was just a kid, possibly only 20 or 21 years of age. How could he be cruel to such an innocent looking young woman. But then, he also knew better not to sound timid or too apologetic.
Getting to his feet quickly Trovic brushed off any debris from the broken trays from his uniform. He stepped over to the young Bolian, and in a calm neutral voice, “Are you all right? Do you require any medical attention?” He then knelt down near her, since she had not responded yet.
The Bolian crewman moved up onto her elbows, and with one hand wiped her face and head. She then closed her eyes and the expression of anguish covered her face, which began to shift from blue to purple. “Oh, no!” She whined. “My boss is going to kill me for this.”
“Now now,” Anon began in a confident tone. “It’s not all that bad.” He looked about the passageway before adding, “These are not damaged samples. They look all empty to me.”
“Well, yes,” the Bolian replied as she got to her knees, “but my boss is always angry with me when I mess things up. They are for the many dilithium and duranium samples that are coming up from the mines.”
“Ah, I understand completely,” Anon replied standing to his feet. “But you need to believe me. Accidents happen all the time. The important part is that samples were not damaged, so extra work of others will not have to be duplicated.
The Crewman nodded as she began to gather the containers.
“This is what I am instructing you to do,” Lt. Anon said officially. “You are to gather this all up, make the situation clean, and go get new containers from the replicator. In the mean time I will send a message to the Science Chief on board and let them know that you have been delayed.” He looked to the crewman and asked emphatically, “Fair enough?”
She came to her feet and nodded acceptance to the terms, but then finally replied, “Yes Sir.”
The Pequod soon arrived near the Ourea Station, the transporting of cargo and additional crew began to take place.
Ensign Stanton was at the transporter controls. “Well Lieutenant, it’s been good having you here. I’m not sure Operations will be the same.”
“Don’t worry Stanton,” Lt. Anon replied, “I’m sure the XO will have someone up to that position soon enough.” Trovic looked at the Ensign with a questioning eye, “Are you hoping for the position?”
Stanton chuckled slightly, “Not quite yet Sir. I think I’ll have a few more years of learning before I can replace you.”
Both laughed as Trovic moved away from the control console and took his place on the Transporter Pad. Lt. Anon saw that he was the lead officer in this group on the transporter pads. He smiled at Stanton and confidently said, “Energize.”
The transporter effect did not take long. When Lt. Anon heard the transporter Officer say, ‘Transport complete’, Trovic looked at the others on the Pad before stepping off and lead the group out of the transporter room.
After receiving his new com-badge for Ourea Station, Lt. Anon asked the Ensign helping process the new personnel onto Ourea Station, “Ensign, where can I find the XO?”
Ens. Chronster stopped what he was doing and focused on the Lieutenant. He replied, “Yes Sir. Just take the turbolift up to Deck 3. The XO’s off is right there. You can’t mis it.”
Anon gave the Ensign a nod and a wink before turning and heading toward the turbolift. After the turbolift doors opened neatly, Trovic stepped aboard, turned about, and stated, “Deck 3, Executive Officer’s Office.”
The doors closed and Lt. Anon Trovic was on his way.
OFF:
Lt. Anon Trovic
Operations Officer
Ourea Station
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