From: Takako Nagumo <tnagumo@pop.pitt.edu>
Date: Thu, 31 Jul 1997 16:16:16 -0400
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Lower Decks
MD 14.1800
Scene: Seven-Forward
Lucie Lewis, young Ensign and one of the relief helmsmen of the
USS CHESAPEAKE, had enjoyed the unexpected seven-day shoreleave on
SB DELTA. She had flown the D-Warp to transfer Lieutenant
Stenford, formerly of Sciences, back to Starbase a week ago.
While the D-Warp was undergoing the routine inspection cycle
before flying back, she had received orders to wait until the new
Chief Engineer was assigned to the CHESAPEAKE for her to fly back.
Then, fortunately for her, DELTA flight control had mistakenly
assigned someone else to that gig, and she had ended up frying
bigger fish... flying LCDR Elanna Miris to her new assignment.
Commander Miris seemed a nice enough person. A petite woman, a
touch reticent, but altogether... well, together. She had
listened attentively to her perceptions of the crew, and to what
she knew of the current mission, as Ensign O'Graeach had explained
it. Her department head was a bit of an odd duck -- she would
never actually say so out loud, but that had been the general
consensus on the Flight Deck. Not that that was bad, really. At
least, her job would never be boring.
But now, she was working herself back into the regular duty
schedule -- she'd have Charlie shift tonight, then Bravo, then
relief Alpha. She figured she'd have a bite to eat here with a
few people from Flight Control, grab a wink or two, then get back
to the Bridge at 2300 hours.
She sat in a corner booth reading over the latest FedNet news
summary, munching on a sandwich and drinking a half-pint of Vulcan
sunberry juice, when CPO Patrick Semple showed up with two Petty
Officers. She put the PADD down and grinned as Semple and PO/1
Jeremy Loncella scooted into the seat across the table. PO/1 Ness
Rinehart sat down next to her.
"Long day?" Lewis asked, once they had settled in and ordered
drinks.
"Of course, sir, what else is new?" said Semple. He was always a
bit on the dour side, but, as the deck crew had already decided,
it was just show.
"Aw, come on, Chief," said Loncella, "it wasn't so bad." He
turned to Lewis. "You hear, sir? The delegations came aboard
yesterday."
"I heard," she nodded. "You seen 'em?"
"I did," said Rinehart. She looked up as the waiter came back
with their drinks. She took her screwdriver, then sipped.
"Humanoids. Not particularly interesting."
"Oh." Lewis looked at her juice, then drank.
"So, sir," said Loncella, smiling at Lewis, "you got back today?
With the new Exec?"
"Yup." She grinned.
"What's she like?" The Petty Officer leaned over his beer.
"She's nice. Kinda quiet." She took another sip of her juice.
"She'll probably be coming around tomorrow, Alpha. I figure, with
the Captain in the lounge all day...."
"Yeah," said Semple, "the 'I'm your new XO' tour."
"She seems real nice," said Lewis. "I like her already."
She finished the last bite of her sandwich and her drink.
"Anyways... I gotta go. Get a little shut-eye before I'm due for
Charie shift tonight."
Rinehart got up, and Lewis scooted out, then stood. After the
regular pleasantries, she headed for the door.
She walked briskly through the sliding doors -- and straight into
another officer who was coming in. She faltered a little, and the
officer, a young man in Science blue, caught her.
"I'm sorry," he said, helping her back up. "I should've been
looking where I was going...."
"No, it's okay, I should've been looking, too." Lewis turned
around. There was a small flash of recognition, then a glance at
his collar. Wasn't this the guy who had come down to the flight
deck with that science officer? She stood at attention. "I'm
sorry, sir."
"Don't worry." He grinned. "You were the pilot who took
Lieutenant Stenford back to DELTA, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir. Ensign Andalucia Lewis."
"Right." He extended his hand. "Lieutenant Derek Fielding."
"Lieutenant." They shook. There was a slight pause.
"Well," he said, "I won't keep you."
"Oh." She shook her head a little. "Thank you, sir. Have a good
evening, sir."
"You, too, Ensign."
He passed her, into the lounge. She followed him with her eyes
for a few moments, watching him sit down at a table, then order
something from the waiter. He immediately started to study a PADD
he had been holding. She turned around before he could notice she
was looking at him, and walked out of the lounge, heading for her
quarters.
Derek Fielding. Seems like a nice guy... and he doesn't look half
bad, either. She smiled, then shrugged, as she walked toward the
nearest turbolift.
Respectfully Submitted,
Takako Nagumo,
CDR Daniel J. Brennan ENS Andalucia Lewis
CO, USS CHESAPEAKE (NCC-31813) Relief Helmsman, USS CHESAPEAKE
Task Force Bravo, Green Fleet Task Force Bravo, Green Fleet
NRPG:
Yes, it's from my NPC. Yes, it's Gratuitous Character
Development. Guilty on all charges. So there. :P :)
Masako: Did you like my little surprise? :)
And for anyone who recognizes the name: Yes, CPO Patrick Semple is
the 26-year-old son of the Undersecretary for Colonial Affairs. I
wonder what Meyran thinks of her enlisted son.... <G>
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Takako Nagumo <tnagumo@pop.pitt.edu>
http://www.oocities.org/TimesSquare/6318/
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CDR Daniel J. Brennan CO USS CHESAPEAKE, Green Fleet
LCDR Sian-Mairead Flynn, MD CMO USS ALEXANDER NEVSKY, Green Fleet
LCDR Duncan A. Morrell Instructor ALB Holodeck 4
CDR Julianna M. Sforza COMREC Commander, Starfleet Records
Civ Meyran Cates Semple Undersecretary UFPDOCA
Civ Director-General UFPESCO
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