Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 14:19:32 GMT -8
Ensign Midori Yamamoto was nervous. There was no other way to describe it really. She’d been excited, ecstatic, when she’d gotten her transfer orders to join the Talon crew. Since the war had concluded she’d been stuck on earth assisting in the recovery efforts. It was honourable work but she wanted to get back out into the Stars or onto a Star base, get moving, exploring new places and people. Her only issue had been that there was nowhere for her to go. The ship that she had been serving on previously had been totalled during the fighting and not even the best and brightest of Star Fleet Engineering, or all the King’s men, had been able to put their ship back together again. It was saddening to think that the Ship was gone but she knew that she should merely be happy that she made it out alive.
She’d applied to whatever positions she could find, hoping beyond hope that someone needed a Security Ensign and would pick her out from the waves of others, who suddenly had less ships to guard. After months of waiting it was hard not to start losing hope. However finally word had come through, the Talon had accepted her and she would joining the crew. She was transported to Deep Space 10 in order to rendezvous with the Talon when it next stopped by the Star Base.
Things had all been great....
And then the nerves had set in.
It happened suddenly as she was re-reading the available reports from the Talon, going through the general mission logs that were available to Ensign to get a better understanding of the crew and ship. She’d simply read over the name of one of her Superior Officers, a name that she had probably read a hundred times at this point, and a thought burst its way into her mind.
“What if the Chief doesn’t like me?”
It was such a stupid, childish, little thought but it stuck with her. It hovered behind her like some sort of dark aura that she couldn’t shake. At first she’d tried to just read through it, focus on the reports, but every new name that came up was suddenly frightening to her, like the simple act of her reading this report was enough to anger someone that she hadn’t even met.
It was illogical, that sounded very Vulcan, however there was no other word for it.
She needed to get out of her temporary quarters. She needed to get out into the station and see other people, get out of her own head. She exited quickly, fixing her com badge to her uniform, and just started walking. There wasn’t a destination in mind. She was simply walking out of learned instinct. On her last ship she’d spent so much time walking through the halls on Security Patrols that it simply became part of her thinking process. It helped clear her mind, helped to put the world back into perspective.
When she finally had her bearings again she found herself walking amidst the small crowd in the shopping section of DS10. Walking through a Star base brought her back almost ten years to when she was still a teenager. Not all of those times had been happy but the nostalgia still managed to crack a smile out of her and melt some of the lingering worry away. She continued on through, looking around without much purpose, not really intending to buy but just wanting to be out amongst the people for a while longer.
She stopped in one of the shops. The walls were lined with the strangest art works the Ensign had seen in her life from all corners of the Galaxy. None of it meant much to her, art was such a subjective form, but there was always a lot to examine with art and it was easy to excuse a customer loitering around for a while. She spotted a strange piece, which seemed to be like a strange hybrid between a picture and a lava lamp... constantly shifting from one strange yet beautiful landscape to another.
That might look nice on the wall of her new quarters... Well if her Roommate didn’t mind her hanging it up...
Oh Lord, she was going to have a new Roommate... Let’s hope this one went better than the last.... It couldn’t be any worse than the last... Oh these nerves were the worst.
She’d applied to whatever positions she could find, hoping beyond hope that someone needed a Security Ensign and would pick her out from the waves of others, who suddenly had less ships to guard. After months of waiting it was hard not to start losing hope. However finally word had come through, the Talon had accepted her and she would joining the crew. She was transported to Deep Space 10 in order to rendezvous with the Talon when it next stopped by the Star Base.
Things had all been great....
And then the nerves had set in.
It happened suddenly as she was re-reading the available reports from the Talon, going through the general mission logs that were available to Ensign to get a better understanding of the crew and ship. She’d simply read over the name of one of her Superior Officers, a name that she had probably read a hundred times at this point, and a thought burst its way into her mind.
“What if the Chief doesn’t like me?”
It was such a stupid, childish, little thought but it stuck with her. It hovered behind her like some sort of dark aura that she couldn’t shake. At first she’d tried to just read through it, focus on the reports, but every new name that came up was suddenly frightening to her, like the simple act of her reading this report was enough to anger someone that she hadn’t even met.
It was illogical, that sounded very Vulcan, however there was no other word for it.
She needed to get out of her temporary quarters. She needed to get out into the station and see other people, get out of her own head. She exited quickly, fixing her com badge to her uniform, and just started walking. There wasn’t a destination in mind. She was simply walking out of learned instinct. On her last ship she’d spent so much time walking through the halls on Security Patrols that it simply became part of her thinking process. It helped clear her mind, helped to put the world back into perspective.
When she finally had her bearings again she found herself walking amidst the small crowd in the shopping section of DS10. Walking through a Star base brought her back almost ten years to when she was still a teenager. Not all of those times had been happy but the nostalgia still managed to crack a smile out of her and melt some of the lingering worry away. She continued on through, looking around without much purpose, not really intending to buy but just wanting to be out amongst the people for a while longer.
She stopped in one of the shops. The walls were lined with the strangest art works the Ensign had seen in her life from all corners of the Galaxy. None of it meant much to her, art was such a subjective form, but there was always a lot to examine with art and it was easy to excuse a customer loitering around for a while. She spotted a strange piece, which seemed to be like a strange hybrid between a picture and a lava lamp... constantly shifting from one strange yet beautiful landscape to another.
That might look nice on the wall of her new quarters... Well if her Roommate didn’t mind her hanging it up...
Oh Lord, she was going to have a new Roommate... Let’s hope this one went better than the last.... It couldn’t be any worse than the last... Oh these nerves were the worst.