04-11-2025, 04:04 AM
== Some time before the current mission. ==
Wasn’t she just at Starfleet Academy yesterday?
It sure felt like it.
Rubicon sighed as she adjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder, that was filled with some of the more ‘personal’ of her personal effects (the rest had already been transported here and dropped off by Artemis logistics, at least, that’s what she’d been told). It had actually been more like 72 hours since she’d been in San Francisco and gotten her first Fleet assignment.
She didn’t think it would feel like this, again. That tingle of excitement at something new. The hint of trepidation to do something new. It was like the first time she’d jumped off the high diving board at the pool, the first time she’d kissed someone, the first time she’d had to save a life and been the one in charge. Rubicon had thought her days of feeling ‘that’ were over. The year from hell had put her through the mental, physical, emotional wringer. And once it was done stretching her, it put her through that vice and wrung her out again.
But here she was.
That tingle.
That trepidation.
Breathe Rubicon!
She did. Slowly in through the nose, and equally slowly out through the mouth.
She wasn’t a newbie, still wet behind the ears; Rubicon was only new to this. She had easily been at least two decades older than the majority of the student population at Starfleet Academy—she had life experience up the wazoo.
But still. Here she was, catching her breath.
F— it.
Rubicon hit the button on the small access panel next to the door. It chirruped a moment, recognizing her, and then opened the door to reveal her new quarters. She let out a breath. That hadn’t been so hard. Reporting in to the Chief of Security had been easier than this moment. But now it was done and she could move onto the next.
She stepped across the threshold and into the space.
It was small. Not much bigger than the space she’d had at Starfleet Academy. Rubicon was surprised to see only two bunks inside and not the four plus she’d been expecting. She raised an eyebrow at that. She’d been under the impression that as a midshipman she’d be sharing more of a dormitory space, but that didn’t seem to be the case here. Was this another mixup of paperwork, or did somewhere in personnel and logistics seen her age and decided to take pity on her? Either way, she didn’t mind.
Of the two beds, one definitely looked like it was occupied; there were clearly personal effects in that side. The other was empty apart from the standard issue Starfleet bedding and the couple of crates of her personal items she’d had shipped aboard. Rubicon took the few steps to the empty bed and set her duffle down.
“Hello?” She called out to the small room. “Anyone home?”
== Tag Star! ==
Wasn’t she just at Starfleet Academy yesterday?
It sure felt like it.
Rubicon sighed as she adjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder, that was filled with some of the more ‘personal’ of her personal effects (the rest had already been transported here and dropped off by Artemis logistics, at least, that’s what she’d been told). It had actually been more like 72 hours since she’d been in San Francisco and gotten her first Fleet assignment.
She didn’t think it would feel like this, again. That tingle of excitement at something new. The hint of trepidation to do something new. It was like the first time she’d jumped off the high diving board at the pool, the first time she’d kissed someone, the first time she’d had to save a life and been the one in charge. Rubicon had thought her days of feeling ‘that’ were over. The year from hell had put her through the mental, physical, emotional wringer. And once it was done stretching her, it put her through that vice and wrung her out again.
But here she was.
That tingle.
That trepidation.
Breathe Rubicon!
She did. Slowly in through the nose, and equally slowly out through the mouth.
She wasn’t a newbie, still wet behind the ears; Rubicon was only new to this. She had easily been at least two decades older than the majority of the student population at Starfleet Academy—she had life experience up the wazoo.
But still. Here she was, catching her breath.
F— it.
Rubicon hit the button on the small access panel next to the door. It chirruped a moment, recognizing her, and then opened the door to reveal her new quarters. She let out a breath. That hadn’t been so hard. Reporting in to the Chief of Security had been easier than this moment. But now it was done and she could move onto the next.
She stepped across the threshold and into the space.
It was small. Not much bigger than the space she’d had at Starfleet Academy. Rubicon was surprised to see only two bunks inside and not the four plus she’d been expecting. She raised an eyebrow at that. She’d been under the impression that as a midshipman she’d be sharing more of a dormitory space, but that didn’t seem to be the case here. Was this another mixup of paperwork, or did somewhere in personnel and logistics seen her age and decided to take pity on her? Either way, she didn’t mind.
Of the two beds, one definitely looked like it was occupied; there were clearly personal effects in that side. The other was empty apart from the standard issue Starfleet bedding and the couple of crates of her personal items she’d had shipped aboard. Rubicon took the few steps to the empty bed and set her duffle down.
“Hello?” She called out to the small room. “Anyone home?”
== Tag Star! ==