<USS Avalon> Re: USS Avalon -- "Arrival", a log by Mirrie Dunton
- From: Rowanna Darkwolf <rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 13:51:56 -0700 (PDT)
WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME!!! :)
Oh...and did I mention WELCOME?! I'm so glad you decided to join us again.
--- On Sun, 9/13/09, Lorie Davis <aurora1116@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
From: Lorie Davis <aurora1116@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: <USS Avalon> USS Avalon -- "Arrival", a log by Mirrie Dunton
To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Date: Sunday, September 13, 2009, 12:14 PM
She heard the docking clamps and her stomach dropped. Her brain became aware
of the reaction in her stomach and questioned why. There was no turning back
now. There was no changing her mind. The door opened and the other passengers
disembarked. Only Mirrie remained standing inside the shuttle. Without
thinking again, she gulped and stepped forward.
And then, she was standing on the ship all at once. It looked exactly the
same. It was as if nothing had changed in these years. Nothing.
She felt a pair of eyes on her back and she turned, "Lieuten... err,
Ens...errr, Ms. Dunton, could you please follow me?"
She nodded, "Oui," and she followed the security officer. She vaguely
remembered the face, but not the name. Johnson perhaps? Greene? Williams?
It wasn't important she supposed.
She entered the security office and completed the necessary "PADDwork" to
finalize her arrival. The officer spoke, "You've been assigned quarters on the
medical / sciences deck until your final position has been approved. The
Captain and senior crew have been occupied and unable to review your paperwork,
and until today were not aware of your arrival. I do apologize for this
oversight, but as I said, everyone has been occupied."
"Je vois, I see..." She didn't, but that wasn't worth telling him. Her
curiosity was piqued by the "occupied" comment, but Mirrie left it as it was.
He wouldn't have told her anyhow, so she opted not to waste her breathe on such
questions.
"Welcome aboard and you may proceed to your quarters now. When the crew is
ready to receive you they will call for you. Until then, here is some
information you may want to review. Have a nice afternoon." He stood and
saluted.
She returned the salute and headed to her quarters. She rode the turbolift
alone with her one bag, knowing that the other bags will be sent to her
quarters, per protocol. She entered. It looked similar to the one she had
years before, down to the view from the ship.
She closed her eyes, there was a memory that had risen to the surface, oddly,
it was one that felt pleasant. It was of someone that had been on the ship, a
friend? Yes, she had a friend that she hoped to see again. But for now, she
would wait ... and read. She pondered what the new assignment would be. She
hoped it wouldn't be swabbing the decks...
--
Best Regards,
Lorie Davis
"...I was taught that the way of progress is neither swift nor easy..." Marie
Curie
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