08-06-2024, 05:26 AM
Its scale was incredible. Kinsley’s neck tilted skyward for a full ten-minutes before he snapped out of the ever-growing hold this experience had over him. It wasn’t new, heck, the cadet had been in this room so many times, it felt like a second bedroom to him; but this time Cadet Tanner was here with a finality of purpose—this time, it was for the final time.
When he looked around him, he saw the stoic gazes of brave men and women who had put aside all their personal grievances and fears and took the captaincy for some of the most prestigious ships ever produced by some of the most equally brilliant minds in all of Starfleet—the Enterprise, Voyager, DS9, and the like.
He had big shoes to fill, and he knew it.
One day, he might be responsible for building a ship that the next generation of commanders use to fly off into the oceanic black of the infinite expanse. If anything, that was the dream. He couldn’t think of anything more fulfilling than knowing he could be responsible for creating the next legend.
“I’ll be responsible for a face being up on that wall one day,” he muttered to himself; a mutter of which was overheard by a more… antagonistic cadet.
“Maybe if you wish really, really hard and pay someone to make it happen.”
“Well, I have the one thing that you don’t have—”
“What’s that?”
“A brain,” Tanner retorted, smirking. The other cadet went to grab Tanner’s uniform but stopped when he noticed other cadet’s eyes homing in on him. He (the other cadet) was about to respond but was called to the desk by a superior.
Foiled hostilities aside, Kinsley turned, the line of cadets waiting for their assignments had dwindled, and there sat the officer who would decide where he would go. Clearing his throat, Kinsley made his way over to the desk, his fists clenching as his feet marched in a confused dance between casual and form step.
“Tanner Cadet, reporting for—” he paused in thought about what he’d just said, quickly course correcting. “Cadet Tanner…” He said, smiling. “Cadet Tanner reporting for final assignment!”
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the FSC – Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==
When he looked around him, he saw the stoic gazes of brave men and women who had put aside all their personal grievances and fears and took the captaincy for some of the most prestigious ships ever produced by some of the most equally brilliant minds in all of Starfleet—the Enterprise, Voyager, DS9, and the like.
He had big shoes to fill, and he knew it.
One day, he might be responsible for building a ship that the next generation of commanders use to fly off into the oceanic black of the infinite expanse. If anything, that was the dream. He couldn’t think of anything more fulfilling than knowing he could be responsible for creating the next legend.
“I’ll be responsible for a face being up on that wall one day,” he muttered to himself; a mutter of which was overheard by a more… antagonistic cadet.
“Maybe if you wish really, really hard and pay someone to make it happen.”
“Well, I have the one thing that you don’t have—”
“What’s that?”
“A brain,” Tanner retorted, smirking. The other cadet went to grab Tanner’s uniform but stopped when he noticed other cadet’s eyes homing in on him. He (the other cadet) was about to respond but was called to the desk by a superior.
Foiled hostilities aside, Kinsley turned, the line of cadets waiting for their assignments had dwindled, and there sat the officer who would decide where he would go. Clearing his throat, Kinsley made his way over to the desk, his fists clenching as his feet marched in a confused dance between casual and form step.
“Tanner Cadet, reporting for—” he paused in thought about what he’d just said, quickly course correcting. “Cadet Tanner…” He said, smiling. “Cadet Tanner reporting for final assignment!”
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the FSC – Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==