Sonics And Shipmates

Posted on 01/29/2020 @ 7:06am by
Edited on on 02/28/2020 @ 6:56pm

Mission: S1E1: Out of the Barn
Location: USS Acadia; Starbase 614 Corridor; USS Crazy Horse, Airlock
Timeline: Day 1 at 0530

The sound of the comm unit woke Tahlin from sleep, and she stretched her hand out to the bedside table where her combadge rested, before realizing it wasn't her combadge, but a ship-wide announcement. "All crew, we are approaching Starbase 614. All personnel for transfer, be advised we will be docking in thirty minutes."

Just enough time, she thought. Lucky I wasn't out last night very late, though I wished I could have been.

Rising from bed, she headed for the sonic shower. She didn't particularly enjoy the pulses washing grime away, and if she wasn't careful, her hair sometimes came out a bit frazzled, but it was a good system on the whole. She knew some of her fellow transfers wouldn't have time to do themselves justice in here, but she knew the power of a first impression.

Ten minutes later, she was just checking that all her belongings and gear were stowed properly. Pulling her hair back, she called, "Computer, mirror." A panel folded back, letting her study her reflection. Hair within regulation, though longer than some of the women she served with--she didn't think, just because Security was seen as mostly male, you had to sacrifice all vanity to fit in. Her figure was fair, though more to her being tall than any other consideration. She was pretty, but didn't turn heads immediately --at least until they got to know her a bit better. Fun-loving, and if you're on her good side, couldn't ask for a better person, as an Andorian roommate from the Taylor had put it. "Mirror off," she called, satisfied that her uniform was in good order and that her hair, now in a tail, wouldn't bother her. There was a moment of sadness as she removed her Bajoran earring; she didn't know if her new captain would be the agreeable sort, but didn't want to chance... At least not before asking.

Tahlin quickly moved over to the desk, picking up the PADD there. She looked over the updated information on her new ship --USS Crazy Horse, Luna-class, Docking Port 12. The quartermaster of the Acadia had already given her notice when her belongings needed to be ready. Well, she thought, never hurts to be prepared--already on the antigrav loader.

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Two hours later, Tahlin was walking down the corridor to the Crazy Horse, passing a Telarite in medical blue. He nodded and she waved back. Just because they were an argumentative lot, didn't mean you couldn't just be polite to them if passing. She took a moment now to look out the viewport on her right at the Crazy Horse. Not quite as large as the Rowan, but larger than the Taylor. She might actually get a chance to know her people beyond faces and names, though who knew--rank had both its positives and negatives. She was a little concerned about the Crazy Horse not being able to defend herself against enemies, but then again, the Luna-class wasn't supposed to be getting in battles. They were explorers... She just hated seeing death, and the many ways death found those who weren't adequately defended.

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A human Ensign was standing at the airlock to the Crazy Horse, and when Tahlin got within five meters of him, she saluted. The Ensign saluted back. "Lieutenant Tahlin--."

She cut him off with a raised hand. "Lae'Or, e sounds like a y, and a little roll to the r. I'm Bajoran, so that means first name last... Its okay, Ensign--I get it all the time... Permission to come aboard?"

The Ensign gulped. "Yes Ma'm, I'll remember. Permission granted. Captain's asked to see you as soon as you've gotten in."

Tahlin nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll find her..." She stepped through the airlock, then turned back. "What's your name, Ensign?" She studied his uniform. "You're one of mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am... Ensign Jeffries, class of '93."

"Good, I'll remember that. Don't be so nervous --some Bajorans will correct you, some won't. You'll earn credit if you remember, but its really all right."

Jeffries clearly was relieved. "Thank you, Lieutenant Lae'Or." He saluted sharply, and she returned it. "Welcome aboard."

"Thank you." Smiling to herself, Tahlin went in search of a turbolift. First impressions were everything, and it looked like Jeffries--and perhaps others under her command--were eager to begin the work... As was she.

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Lieutenant J.G. Lae'Or Tahlin