Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 10:14:02 GMT -8
As Kealan sat and watched the activity in the nightclub, he was struck by the differences between it and Quarks. Quarks was almost rustic compared to TOTW. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the station had been newly built, not some relic from a long ago Occupation. SGE was clean, almost too clean. Every part of it sparkled and he wondered how many were employed just to keep it that way.
His journey to SGE was uneventful and it gave him a good opportunity to dwell on his new promotion and posting. He knew there was much grumbling up and down the chain of command at Starfleet after the announcement. Why had he been chosen? He was too new, too fresh. Was he a sacrificial lamb, a throw-away Captain, to test in the turbulent political waters of the gamma quadrant? It all served to make Kealan uneasy.
He sat at the bar while eating potato skins and drinking a non-alcoholic beer. He was wasting time. What he really should be doing was getting onto the ship and getting the initial unpleasantries over with. Kealan knew he was replacing their beloved Captain under difficult circumstances. It would have been one thing if the man had retired, but he was stepping in after Dorian had disappeared. Though it had been a month, the chair was still warm in Kealan's opinion. He knew he'd have a tough row to hoe to win the crew's loyalty and approval. Again, he asked himself why it had been him. Starfleet had thrown him the "shows exemplary initiative" line with his promotion, but part of him still felt as if he was a pawn in something much bigger. None of this made sense.
"Another," he hefted his mug and said to the bartender. Too bad it wasn't the real stuff. He laughed at the thought. That's all the crew needed, a drunk Captain on his first day.
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His journey to SGE was uneventful and it gave him a good opportunity to dwell on his new promotion and posting. He knew there was much grumbling up and down the chain of command at Starfleet after the announcement. Why had he been chosen? He was too new, too fresh. Was he a sacrificial lamb, a throw-away Captain, to test in the turbulent political waters of the gamma quadrant? It all served to make Kealan uneasy.
He sat at the bar while eating potato skins and drinking a non-alcoholic beer. He was wasting time. What he really should be doing was getting onto the ship and getting the initial unpleasantries over with. Kealan knew he was replacing their beloved Captain under difficult circumstances. It would have been one thing if the man had retired, but he was stepping in after Dorian had disappeared. Though it had been a month, the chair was still warm in Kealan's opinion. He knew he'd have a tough row to hoe to win the crew's loyalty and approval. Again, he asked himself why it had been him. Starfleet had thrown him the "shows exemplary initiative" line with his promotion, but part of him still felt as if he was a pawn in something much bigger. None of this made sense.
"Another," he hefted his mug and said to the bartender. Too bad it wasn't the real stuff. He laughed at the thought. That's all the crew needed, a drunk Captain on his first day.
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