<USS Avalon> USS Avalon -- "Arrival", a log by Mirrie Dunton
- From: Lorie Davis <aurora1116@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:14:32 -0400
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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