Settling in ... Letter to Pike

Posted on Friday, 12 June 2020 - 12:10pm by

Mission: Operation: Iktomi
Location: USS Standing Bear | Crew Quarters
Timeline: 2393 - MD 02 - Morning Early

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Tilian rose early the next morning, 0500 to be précised. It was a time that allowed him to get the most done before his shift. The only difference was that he didn’t have a shift today.

Today his computer terminal would be installed on his desk in his makeshift office in his quarters. Before that though he would start his day as usual: Shower, Breakfast, Message check….00 as per usual, and then he’d do some brief stretches. He’d also get in a personal log.

He hated computers in that sense. They recorded what you had to say but there was nothing Romantic about the way they did that. He preferred to write out his logs.

Walking over to the shelf that held his leather bound journals he picked out the latest one that he was using. It was a particular favourite with the carved image of a golden dragon. The leather was soft and midnight black. He carried it over to his desk and sat down pulling out his favourite fountain pen. Opening the journal to the next cream coloured page he put pen to paper in a gothic cursive script; an old script that was seldom used on Trill but that he had taken great pains to learn.

He started his entry as he always did writing it in the form of a letter to a Hero long since passed and one he had never met personally but felt a connection with.

A little weird?

Perhaps but it gave him comfort, he didn’t have many people that he counted as good friends…a sad statement that his journal was his best friend but it was. It had seen him through many a trauma in his life.

Dear Christopher, he started addressing Christopher Pike, his hero and mentor.

It has been a most unusual few days but very interesting. I have moved into my quarters and was delighted to find a note from the XO stating that even though I was in quarters designed for roommates I would have them to myself so that I can set up an office.

I have managed to unpack for the most part and have left a few things for today. I love the adventure of moving. Packing up your life seems like a good way to close a chapter and the new chapter signified by unpacking in a new place.

I still do not feel like it’s done as a few other things remain. I have done my due diligence and have gone to the medical department as well as counselling although I must say I did snap at the counselor. It was not her fault but I have had my share of them and with my mother being a counselor…it left a bad taste in my mouth.

He gently laid his pen aside and stood walking to the replicator to order a nice spiced tea. He came back and sat for a few moments sipping the tea.

Picking up his pen he began again, Today I will finish unpacking, make a run to the station, get my computer installed, and perhaps I will take the counselor’s suggestion and eat dinner in the Enlisted Mess. I have met the XO, Soral and he’s told me to take a few days. Tomorrow I will meet the CO and I and I am looking forward to it. I have seen the CO’s image and he is a handsome beast as is the XO. Alas, both are taken and I would never cross that boundary. There is something so gauche about a Yeoman and the CO or XO. Although if I was alive in your time I would have made an acceptation.

He paused and then continued, Oh my Gods. Did I just hit on my journal dedicated to a long dead ghost? Right…I have to get out more. Perhaps it has been too long since my last dalliance. Anyway, my day is planned out so I am satisfied that after a relaxing day I shall be ready to tackle whatever comes along with starting my new position.

He closed the journal, capped the pen and put everything away just in time to hear the bell ring signifying that the person from Engineering was here.

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