[USS Suffolk] USS Suffolk : A Strange Welcome
- From: "Jeff Uribe" <packrat@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "USS Suffolk" <gibxfor@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 22:18:35 -1000
[USS Suffolk - Docker's Quarters : MD 52.1015]
After spending a few more minutes on the bridge, Roland had made his way
back to his quarters and started to unpack. He always traveled light,
seeing as he didn't have much in the ways of possessions in the first place.
When he got to his quarters, he was surprised to find a complement of
Starfleet uniforms on his bed, as well as some other clothes layed out on
his bed. There were also a complement of books on the new bookshelf
installed in his room and some other trinkets to remind him of Earth.
Docker moved cautiously towards the bookshelf and found some of his favorite
books there, as well as other manuals related to new navigational
techniques.
As engrossed as he was with the new additions to his room, Roland didn't
hear the chime going off on his console, signalling an incoming message.
Docker turned towards the sound as soon as he had heard it and moved to his
desk. With slight hesitation, Docker depressed the recieve button on his
console and waited for the transmission.
What he saw was a figure behind a screen, slightly illuminated from the back
by a soft light blue light. Roland almost had to laugh when he realized
that the screen was a semi-transparent towel bearing the UFP logo on it.
"Welcome aboard the Suffolk, Ensign Docker." the scrambled voice said. "I
trust that everything is to your liking?"
Roland's eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the figure behind the screen.
"Yes. It was totally unexpected, but thank you. Everything is fine. Who
are you?"
"A friend, Mr. Docker." the voice said, as the figure shifted uncomfortably
behind the screen.
"Well, my FRIEND, I'd like to know why you're so interested in me." Roland
said, his eyebrow arching. "What do you want from me?"
"I want nothing, Ensign." The figure shifted again. "This is all about
second chances, Mr. Docker. Yours. Of all the people I know, I believe
that you are one that deserves a second chance at what was taken away from
you all those years ago."
"What would you know about that?" Roland asked, his tone even and cool.
"More than you think, Roland." The person said from behind the screen.
"More than I ever wanted to know."
"Why the riddles?" Roland said, as he felt his grip on his temper start to
loosen. "Why not tell me who are and what you want?"
"In time, Mr. Docker." The voice replied. "All in time. I'm not ready to
disclose myself and you're not ready to hear the truth about what happened
that night."
"What?" Roland nearly yelled, clasping the edge of his desk tightly. "What
happened that night?"
"You're not ready." The voice said, reverting to its calm and cool cadence.
"I just wanted to welcome you to your new post and ship. Enjoy your new
position and new life, Mr. Docker. So much has been wasted during your
incarceration."
"Wai..." Docker started to say as the screen went blank and the UFP logo
showed up. Roland looked down at his desk and tried furiously to remember
what happened that night, so many years ago. He remembered the fight
between a gang of thugs and Starfleet cadets about to start, he trying to
stop it.... then nothing until he woke up as he was being arrested for the
death of two of the thugs.
Docker sat back in his chair and rubbed his temples, trying to quell the
migraine that was coming on before it became full blown. Roland closed his
eyes, trying to relax his mind. He did a great job, never realizing the
moment he fell asleep.
Respectfully Submitted,
Jeff Uribe (aka Ens. Roland Docker, Navigations officer)
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