05-27-2026, 11:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2026, 11:05 PM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
==Recall Timeline==
== Junior Officer's Quarters, Deck 4 ==
The walk from the flightdeck to her quarters was less than 100 paces, so it had taken Hally more time to cross the hangar than it did to find her quarters in the hall way. The Vesta had been designed so that personnel often near the area they worked, and that had suited Hally just fine. While some found the random noises and vibrations that could be felt through the bulkheads on occasion to be an irritation, it always seemed to settle her. There was something calming about knowing that life outside her quarters was still ongoing, and that the ship was just as alive when she slept as when she was awake.
She stepped into her quarters - the same quarters she had since she came aboard the ship as a newly commissioned officer, and she surveyed the common room. Her roommate had been reassigned to a Nova class ship across the sector, so she had yet to be acquainted with whomever her room suite mate was. As of now, it didn't appear the being had arrived, so she had little notice as to who or what species they might be.
She entered the space on the left side of the common room where her personal space was located. She dropped her seabag on the floor next to the bed, and she looked around. The room was precisely as she had left it. Bed made, trinkets on her desk, and the picture of her Dad looking proudly at her from her bedside stand. She sat on the bed and traced a finger over the picture. It had been almost a year since she had seen him - at her graduation from the academy. Darl Brennan (as a Bajoran he still used the familial name first format) had never been far from her thoughts, though she hadn't realized how lonely it would be to go so long without seeing him in person. One of her instructors had told her that life on a starship could prove challenging, and it had - but the lack of seeing her family was hardest of all.
She kissed two fingers and placed them on the image, and then stood to begin putting away her things. She had only received orders to return, so she was uncertain as to if she would be back on the Flightdeck, flying shuttles, on a maintenance rotation, or miraculously back on the Bridge. She had tried not to get her hopes up, and while her performance appraisal for the mission had been largely positive, it meant little in the light of her extremely junior rank. If even a single more senior pilot was assigned to Artemis, then she would be back to smallcraft ops - which she told herself was fine.
It was fine.
Right?
The big pilot chair would return someday.
Right?
It's fine.
I love piloting shuttles.
This thing is too big anyway.
It's fine.
Right?
Prophets I loved flying this ship.
I'd even do a communications rotation.
No, you're a flight operations officer, you need to do what you are assigned to do.
It's fine.
Right?
I wonder what Mara is doing.
I bet Aeryn would want to watch that old earth movie again, the one with the k-9 I loved. What was it called again?
Anyway, it's fine. I'll do whatever is needed.
It's fine.
It's fine, right?
Right?
The train of thought sputtered out as she finished putting her clothing away, placing the Artemis ballcap on the top of her desk as a final touch. She ran a hand through her freshly cut hair and took a look at herself. Noseridges, spots and a face that looked strangely older than she remembered.
She nodded once. "You're fine. Time to get back to work." And with that she left the quarters in search of any familiar faces.
== Junior Officer's Quarters, Deck 4 ==
The walk from the flightdeck to her quarters was less than 100 paces, so it had taken Hally more time to cross the hangar than it did to find her quarters in the hall way. The Vesta had been designed so that personnel often near the area they worked, and that had suited Hally just fine. While some found the random noises and vibrations that could be felt through the bulkheads on occasion to be an irritation, it always seemed to settle her. There was something calming about knowing that life outside her quarters was still ongoing, and that the ship was just as alive when she slept as when she was awake.
She stepped into her quarters - the same quarters she had since she came aboard the ship as a newly commissioned officer, and she surveyed the common room. Her roommate had been reassigned to a Nova class ship across the sector, so she had yet to be acquainted with whomever her room suite mate was. As of now, it didn't appear the being had arrived, so she had little notice as to who or what species they might be.
She entered the space on the left side of the common room where her personal space was located. She dropped her seabag on the floor next to the bed, and she looked around. The room was precisely as she had left it. Bed made, trinkets on her desk, and the picture of her Dad looking proudly at her from her bedside stand. She sat on the bed and traced a finger over the picture. It had been almost a year since she had seen him - at her graduation from the academy. Darl Brennan (as a Bajoran he still used the familial name first format) had never been far from her thoughts, though she hadn't realized how lonely it would be to go so long without seeing him in person. One of her instructors had told her that life on a starship could prove challenging, and it had - but the lack of seeing her family was hardest of all.
She kissed two fingers and placed them on the image, and then stood to begin putting away her things. She had only received orders to return, so she was uncertain as to if she would be back on the Flightdeck, flying shuttles, on a maintenance rotation, or miraculously back on the Bridge. She had tried not to get her hopes up, and while her performance appraisal for the mission had been largely positive, it meant little in the light of her extremely junior rank. If even a single more senior pilot was assigned to Artemis, then she would be back to smallcraft ops - which she told herself was fine.
It was fine.
Right?
The big pilot chair would return someday.
Right?
It's fine.
I love piloting shuttles.
This thing is too big anyway.
It's fine.
Right?
Prophets I loved flying this ship.
I'd even do a communications rotation.
No, you're a flight operations officer, you need to do what you are assigned to do.
It's fine.
Right?
I wonder what Mara is doing.
I bet Aeryn would want to watch that old earth movie again, the one with the k-9 I loved. What was it called again?
Anyway, it's fine. I'll do whatever is needed.
It's fine.
It's fine, right?
Right?
The train of thought sputtered out as she finished putting her clothing away, placing the Artemis ballcap on the top of her desk as a final touch. She ran a hand through her freshly cut hair and took a look at herself. Noseridges, spots and a face that looked strangely older than she remembered.
She nodded once. "You're fine. Time to get back to work." And with that she left the quarters in search of any familiar faces.