Scruffy, but I'm here

Posted on Fri Jul 31st, 2015 @ 5:52am by Commodore Andrew Clifford

428 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Episode 89 - Futility's Return
Timeline: MD2 00:01

Andrew awoke with a start, as the unknown voice blared over the sound system. He looked up at the speaker then across at his clock, "What the hell, What stupid time is this."
He threw back the covers and dragged himself out of bed, he looked around for his uniform, but then remembered he had thrown it into the laundry system. The nearest clothes were a pair of jeans and a teeshirt, "Oh Well, you wake me up in the middle of the night you get me as I come", he muttered to himself.

He grabbed his comm badge off the shelf as he headed out the door. As he walked down the corridor to the turbo lift, he was still cursing. All the trouble he had sleeping these days and the first time he had actually gone to sleep, instead of seeing the ghosts of his friends starring at him from the bottom of his bed, he gets woken up by some bloody emergency meeting.

After the briefing he had considered going back to his quarters to get another uniform, but decided he could get a uniform back on board the USS Essex. From the briefing room he headed for the nearest transporter room. The transporter tech was surprised to see anyone at that time, but quickly brought the system online. He was surprised to be beaming anyone around at this time of the night, especially to a ship that was less than 10 minutes walking time away.

Andrew walked on to the transporter pad and looked at the transporter tech, and managed a sort of a smile, "Just call me lazy", he quiped.
The transporter tech smiled in return, "Not on your life, Captain". He tapped a few keys then looked up, "Energising now".

Andrew heard the whine of the transporter system increase and saw the transporter room fade from view.


USS Essex

He stepped off the transporter pad, "What is the crew status, Ensign?"

The young woman behind the transporter controls looked up from her task, "The command crew is assembling on board, the Admiral is already on the bridge, but we are still awaiting a few crew members, Captain."

"Very good, let me know when everyone is aboard". Andrew left the transporter room, silently pleased. That was the second time he had been recognised out of uniform.

He waited until the door of the turbolift fully opened before walking out on to the bridge, still wearing his jeans and teeshirt, He spotted the Admiral sitting in the centre seat, "Captain Clifford, reporting for duty, Admiral."

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