07-24-2024, 07:11 PM
== Catch Up Post #1 ==
Needless to say, Ktan avoided that first mass crew dinner and any other gathering that may feature Captain Braggins with exacting precision. Every duty shift he could trade, he traded. Every social gathering he could avoid, he avoided. All in the service of giving the pair of them a chance to avoid any unpleasantries. Ktan had sensed - and continued to gather from conversations with the crew - a certain arrogance to this human captain, and he wasn't at all eager for her to flaunt her authority over him. Better to keep his head down and do his duty.
And so five weeks passed, and outside of the fellow members of the science team, Ktan was practically a ghost. He kept mostly to night shifts, alternating between bridge duty and time assisting in the science labs, but had yet to really stick his neck out or reveal individual ambition.
He may no longer be a midshipman, but he was still a junior officer. And he intended to act like it.
There was a certain pride he was discovering in being a member of the "lower decks," one that many of his fellow night shift ensigns shared. He'd gotten to know some of them. Heard their stories. Learned their dreams. You could even say he was beginning to make friends.
But his ability to avoid the spotlight eventually came to an end. His superiors decided his talents needed to "come back into the light" as it were, and he found himself pulling on his uniform in the early morning hours, rather than the evening.
A return to day shift.
As Ktan fidgeted with his hood, getting it to lay nicely on his ears just the way he liked, his comm badge chirped.
[Jensen to Turner, West and Shadowhunt.] the first officer's voice came through. [Report to transporter room 1. Customs inspection, so be prepared to do a thorough sweep when we arrive. Please bring a sidearm but have it to stun. And bring any and all carryable equipment needed for a through search for contraband. I'll meet you there shortly.]
No rest for the wicked, he sighed, deciding his hood placement was adequate and digging around of his phaser. Or the righteous.
He found his phaser tucked behind a pile of PADDs, gathering dust. It was the first time someone had asked him to brandish one since Captain Braggins had passed out phasers on the bridge of the Philadelphia, intent on fighting Starfleet.
Ktan took a deep breath, reminded himself of his new reality, and picked it up.
"Now, we work," he said, before stepping out into the brightly lit corridors and heading for the transporter room.
>> Transporter Room >>
Needless to say, Ktan avoided that first mass crew dinner and any other gathering that may feature Captain Braggins with exacting precision. Every duty shift he could trade, he traded. Every social gathering he could avoid, he avoided. All in the service of giving the pair of them a chance to avoid any unpleasantries. Ktan had sensed - and continued to gather from conversations with the crew - a certain arrogance to this human captain, and he wasn't at all eager for her to flaunt her authority over him. Better to keep his head down and do his duty.
And so five weeks passed, and outside of the fellow members of the science team, Ktan was practically a ghost. He kept mostly to night shifts, alternating between bridge duty and time assisting in the science labs, but had yet to really stick his neck out or reveal individual ambition.
He may no longer be a midshipman, but he was still a junior officer. And he intended to act like it.
There was a certain pride he was discovering in being a member of the "lower decks," one that many of his fellow night shift ensigns shared. He'd gotten to know some of them. Heard their stories. Learned their dreams. You could even say he was beginning to make friends.
But his ability to avoid the spotlight eventually came to an end. His superiors decided his talents needed to "come back into the light" as it were, and he found himself pulling on his uniform in the early morning hours, rather than the evening.
A return to day shift.
As Ktan fidgeted with his hood, getting it to lay nicely on his ears just the way he liked, his comm badge chirped.
[Jensen to Turner, West and Shadowhunt.] the first officer's voice came through. [Report to transporter room 1. Customs inspection, so be prepared to do a thorough sweep when we arrive. Please bring a sidearm but have it to stun. And bring any and all carryable equipment needed for a through search for contraband. I'll meet you there shortly.]
No rest for the wicked, he sighed, deciding his hood placement was adequate and digging around of his phaser. Or the righteous.
He found his phaser tucked behind a pile of PADDs, gathering dust. It was the first time someone had asked him to brandish one since Captain Braggins had passed out phasers on the bridge of the Philadelphia, intent on fighting Starfleet.
Ktan took a deep breath, reminded himself of his new reality, and picked it up.
"Now, we work," he said, before stepping out into the brightly lit corridors and heading for the transporter room.
>> Transporter Room >>