Getting a Glimpse

Posted on 01/31/2020 @ 3:32pm by
Edited on on 02/28/2020 @ 7:04pm

Mission: S1E1: Out of the Barn
Timeline: Day 1 at 1100

Today was the day. Elisha had had a couple of days of leave time before having to report, and he’d spent them on Starbase 614. Now, however, that was all coming to an end. Now, he was inside the small confines of one of the Starbase’s tiny shuttlepods crossing over to the ship he was newly assigned to. Nervousness wasn't a natural state for him. He was usually confident to a fault. Today, however, was an exception. After spending the last five years on one ship, and getting to know everyone and all that was expected of him, he was suddenly starting all over, with even more responsibility, and no friends by his side.

"We are approaching the Crazy Horse, sir," the young pilot said, bringing the pod alongside the vessel, and preparing to dock. He could have beamed aboard, but he really wanted to get a good look at her from the exterior, see how things looked, add any problems he saw to his list of things to cover with his new team and the ship's command crew.

"Understood, Crewman. Let's take a slow, easy approach. Give me a full outer tour, please. I've still got half an hour before I'm due to report, I'd like to get a good look at her," he said, his deep, accented voice louder than he expected in the confined space.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

As they began soaring around the exterior of the craft Elisha pulled up an external view and began making notes on his PADD, spinning the 3D representation of the craft so he could put them in the correct locations. So far it all looked pretty good, and he was making few notes of any importance. As they completed their last swoop he smiled, "I'm impressed," he said, and patted the woman on the shoulder, "Go ahead and take us in, Crewman."

With that, he grabbed his duffel and slung the strap over his head so it would rest across his chest, carefully situating it so it wouldn't rumple his uniform jacket. Within three minutes he heard them settle to the deck of the ship's shuttle bay, and the distinct click of the ramp unlocking, followed by the hydraulic wine of it sinking down to meet the deck plating. With a deep breath to steady himself, Elisha walked forward and onto the deck of the ship he was now going to be calling home.

Once on the deck he looked around and saw a security officer stationed near the doors to the bay. Approaching he nodded, and smiled, “Lieutenant Elisha Thompson, requesting permission to come aboard,” he said, handing the man the PADD with his full transfer orders on it.

The man turned and checked a few things on a nearby console and turned back to him, “Permission granted Lieutenant. Welcome aboard. I believe you are expected in the ready room in ten,” he said.

“Thank you, crewman, plenty of time,” Elisha replied with a wink and clapped him on the shoulder as he made his way out of the shuttle bay. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the repulsorlifts ramping up as the shuttlepod left the deck and began to move back towards the void of space. ‘This is it, it’s all finally real…’ he said to himself, quietly as the doors swished shut behind him and left him standing alone in a quiet corridor.

OFF

Lieutenant J.G. Elisha Thompson
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Crazy Horse