A New Home, A New Anxiety

Posted on Friday, 5 June 2020 - 9:31am by

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Tilian walked into his guest quarters. He looked around noting that his crates had been moved out. This meant his permanent quarters were assigned. He would go there soon but first he wanted to record his personal log.

"Computer. Begin personal log."

There was an answering chirp from the computer.

"Personal Log Stardate: 302572.72

I have arrived at on the Fontana, my understanding is that it will now be called Standing Bear. I am feeling...disorientated. I have been in guest quarters for a day now and finally, it seems, I will have my own. I hated being in here. One never knows if it's clean. At least when I get to my quarters I can clean and organize it. The good news is that Commander Soral has arraigned for me to have my own quarters. It is one of those two room deals where there are two small bedrooms and a shared space. Because I will be Yeoman to both him and Commander Stillwater he's arranged that the second small bedroom be converted into my office as I will be dealing with classified information. I am glad of it.

I have been lucky thus far. I have always had my own quarters but never an office so this shall be a vast improvement."

He paused a moment. Walking over to the replicator he ordered a cold water and after a few sips began again.

"I must say I am glad that one of the people I am working for is a Vulcan. Much less volatile. I need something solid to hold onto in all this change. Not for the first time I find myself wondering why I joined Starfleet. I hate change yet this organization is built on change and adaptation. I often wonder if I am strong enough to handle it," he sighed.

"I am to meet the doctor tomorrow and then the counselor and that would leave me one day to rest before meeting the CO and getting to my duties. I am confident that in that time I can sanitize my quarters and unpack. I must say I am looking forward to unpacking. It will be a process of organizing and it will bring calm to me."

He paced a little and drank more water. "I miss my paper journal. I dislike these voice recorded logs with a passion and prefer to make only work related logs but...until I settle this will have to do. I have not yet had the opportunity to wander the ship. It is small and I prefer small. I look forward to wandering it."

He was usually more eloquent but the voice recording threw him off.

"I am feeling anxious today. I hope that it will pass. It usually does after I get to work. I hope that I can... be of use here." He sighed again.

"Computer end log. File. Personal restriction Code."

The computer chirped and he finished his water and returned the cup to the replicator for recycling and then headed to his new quarters.

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