I started from where I jumped in-the archives are still out there i think, if you wanted to read them. We were attached to Bravofleet, which has a main website now to coordinate things. Looking over some of my old posts I think maybe Ill join back up for Academy!
Im such a dork. Anyway, without further adieu:
//USS Northsea//
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Glancing over the outcome of the prior evenings conversation
transcripts from home,
Aneurin felt spacey-which was an unforgivable pun on a current
situation. Briefings indicated that an
attempt was being made to go through a wormhole. Nothing further from
SF, and Commander Maxwell wasn't exactly being open lipped
on the matter. " Out of my league, ..." muttered Aneurin with a sigh,
" ... besides, I’ve got other things to
worry about."
Looking over his PADD he zeroed in on a particular exchange that took
place with his wife and new daughter. Rowen mostly blew spit bubbles
and stuck her finger up her nose, but for a three week old that was
definite progress. No, Colette's concern was this mission. Being married
for 5 years hadnt yet removed that intangible quality of newness from
their marriage, and consequently, the conversation two step that
inevitably
became part of their hallmark to their children.
[Colette] " ...but you know that your daughter barley
knows you yet, and your 4 year old
son missed out on a year and a half of you while you were
playing Starfleet Cadet,
before that it was Earth Security for..."
[Aneurin, interjecting] " Dont EVER imply that what I was
doing wasn’t for the better of all of us!
I can't help the fact that I got hurt, and I can't change
the fact that I need to do something bigger than me or you.
Can't you see that I need to be a part of something? Thats
why I joined Starfleet!"
[C] " You are a part of something...."
Rubbing his temples, Aneurin heaved a sigh. Maybe this wormhole
wouldnt be so bad. SF indemnity insurance wasn't so bad, was it? There
was a disability pension
from Earthforce, and at least he'd leave a legacy behind for his
children of " daddy was on a starship that did some neat things...".
A pipe would make this better....a 27 year old with a pipe. That was a
contradiction! Aneurin could remember meeting his wife while at the
Academy smoking a pipe and
changing some notation on a 20th century guitar riff. " Stairway to
Heaven" even. Puffing contentedly and strumming absently while
watching her across the quad.
She was the sister of some underclassman that eventually washed out
during a trial. Aneurin thought that this might be part of why Colette
disliked his service
so much. He had already been injured , and told that at 22 he would be
more like 62 in a few years. Although StarFleet medical said that they
could fix his nerve damage
and stop the spasms in his back, he declined. What better reminder to
always double check his gear?
*Beeping of quarters door* Lt. Belar
" Lt. Rysk, you've drawn duty tonight. Report in 1 hour for your watch
rounds responsibilities on this ship. Do you have your quarters
squared away?"
" Aye, Lt. 1930 hrs. Duty. Gotcha!"
" 15 minutes early is on time, Lt. Rysk. See you on * Location of
Security Deck*. "
" Aye, Ma'am". * Comm beeps* Still at attention, like an ensign, Rysk
glances over his quarters.....So much for that flask of liquid that
Nek had given him.
Losing a dice hand and winning this as a good will gesture? Still a
winner in Rysk's book. But that would have to wait. Rysk looked for
his duty boots and
pinned his insignia on. Off to Security.
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