[ussgeorgetown] More then Just a Ship
- From: N'Ellie Coyne <nelliecoyne@xxxxxxx>
- To: ussgeorgetown@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:50:04 -0400
"More then Just a Ship." |
Commander Nikolas Renaldi and Lt. Commander Aaron Zeeman
"Will you be okay?" Aaron asked as he stroked the soft blonde hair from his son's dark brown eyes. They were so serious, so strong but even now he could see the pain in them.
"We'll be fine, Dad," Cyrus said solemnly. "I can take Jaci to the arboretum. We'll play with the flowers and butterflies."
Leaning down, Aaron kissed his son's head and held him tightly. His own brown hair was cut close to his head, even though he preferred it long to his shoulders. Something about being promoted to the head of the department of a new ship had made it feel wrong to have longer hair. Normally the hair would catch the light in coppers, golds and bronze, but now it was a simple brown, accenting his dark, almost black eyes. "I'll be back soon, I don't go on shift until tomorrow. Call me if you need me. Promise me."
"I promise, Dad." Then Cyrus smiled and it was like the whole room brightened. "We'll be fine. Trust me."
One more kiss to his son's head and Aaron turned to the door. "I always do."
Nikolas looked into the aquarium on his desk with a smirk. He’d gotten the two small lizards for his twins and couldn’t wait to see their faces, though as he watched them crawl over the heat rock he wondered if maybe he should have told Natalia first. “Oh well,” He said to the tank. “Guess she’ll figure it out when I walk in tonight.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he moved the small tank over a little. Stepping to the other side of his desk he picked up the padd with his new chief of engineering’s jacket on it. One more thing he could relax about, they finally had someone who knew how the hell to plug things in.
Aaron, being one of the people to work on the Sovereign's original design, knew the ship inside out. Then again, he always made it his business to know the inside of any ship he worked on. His knowledge aside, he was quickly on the Bridge, heading for the captain's ready room. He tugged his uniform straight then rang the chime.
“Come in.” Nikolas called out as he set the padd aside. He’d wondered, yet again, if he could talk to one of the doctor’s about his newest officer’s unique medical file but figured it could wait. The man had an excellent reputation as an engineer and an office. When the door slid open, Nikolas got to his feet to greet the man coming in. “Lieutenant Commander Zeeman, welcome to the Georgetown.”
"Commander Renaldi," Aaron said with a winning smile, just as bright as his son's. "Captain. Nice ship you've got. She's seen some action too."
Nikolas laughed at that as he waved at the chair opposite him. “We tend to run her hard but she’s yet to let us down. She’s a credit to her design teams and the engineers who actually pulled it off.”
"I've been reading some of their logs. They were an interesting bunch, to say the least." Aaron slipped into the chair with a grace belied by his size. He was broad and strong, but he held himself with an elegance that was at odds to how he appeared.
“If I’ve read things right you had a hand in her early design.” Nikolas mused as he watched the man carefully. It had been something he remembered his grandfather doing, always watching whomever he was speaking with as if he were hearing their presence rather then their words. People lie with their words, but their body’s don’t, the man had said once. “Must have been one of those R&Ders who were tired of captains running ships ragged.”
Aaron let out a bright laugh, deep and almost sensual, but cheerful nonetheless. "Yeah, I used to get a little pissed when I saw what captains did to ships until I worked on one. Damn, those people on Fenchurch worked hard."
“You’ll find that here as well.” The dark haired commander replied with a very proud and satisfied grin. “Your staff will be top notch, and as you can imagine given our size and current status, we tend to run more as a small village then a battleship.”
"Which is why I took the assignment, sir," Aaron told him simply. "If it was just a case of promotion, I'd be on some other ship, but this is a family ship, somewhere my kids can grow up."
Nikolas nodded in understanding. “Same reason I’m here, Commander. It was hard to pass up the chance to be first officer while still having my wife and sons with me. There’s still a bit of danger involved, but we’ve been upgrading our all our systems. Besides, it’s not like Earth herself hasn’t been attacked before.”
"And since there's nothing we could have done at the time for that either, space and Earth are equally as safe," Aaron nodded. "I have my own reasons for not wanting to go back to Earth but it's still home. Maybe one day."
“We all have that connection to one place or another.” That proud grin was back and it made Nikolas’s eyes bright. “We have the most diverse crew in the whole of Star Fleet. Humans, Vulcans, even a Romulan or two, and of course countless fusions.”
"I've been reading the manifest, it's definitely interesting," Aaron smirked.
Nikolas laughed again. “Interesting is a at least one way of describing it.” He wasn’t getting anything odd from the man, so Nikolas relaxed a little. “We tend to get “interesting” assignments as well, ones that can only get more so now that Admiral Janeway has taken a shine to us.”
"The Borg Lady," Aaron grinned. "We up for Borg encounters? If it's on the cards, I'll have to run extra diagnostics on the engines to make sure we're Borg-ready."
“If we’re in the area, yes.” Nikolas said without hesitation. “Part of the upgrade was new Borg-tech. You may want to have a look at that. If you have any questions you may be able to speak with our second officer, she‘s a rather distinctive former drone. Hence the Borg Lady‘s interest.”
"I'll do that but I'd rather take a look myself. I'm still not one hundred percent comfortable incorporating their tech into our systems. If I can ensure they won't be able to use it against us, I'll be happier," he said with a firm seriousness to his eyes.
“One of my own concerns, one I brought up but didn’t spend much time arguing over. Have you ever met the Admiral?” Nikolas asked, holding back a shutter. “Woman’s smart and I hear rather nice, but the only person in uniform who honestly scares me more, is the Field Marshall.” He smirked at that. “Who by the way is in residence here.”
"I saw that, we've got an impressive Marine contingent," Aaron mused. "She's here to oversee them I guess."
Nikolas shook his head a bit. “She has her own personal unit, and she runs the office of the Field Marshall from here, but we have our own Marine commander. As we’ve said, one of Georgetown’s biggest draws is the ability to have family and career.”
"She could have her own ship with family there," Aaron shrugged. "Then again, it's not my business to wonder at the fancies of the brass, I just fix the ship."
“She could,” He replied, his smile bright. “But I like to think we’ve given her and everyone else a place to call home, not just an assignment. Have you and your children had a chance to look around? We have everything from a school to shops to rather large verity of ice cream thanks to our CMO.”
"We went to the arboretum, Jaci likes the butterflies and Cyrus likes when she's happy. They're back there right now," he said with a loving smile. "They're good kids."
Nikolas nodded, his smile more warm now. “Had those brought in from Betazed. Not an easy task given their environmental laws, but it pays to have a handful of them on board. The rest of the gardens, if not personal lots, you can thank Seymour for. The man’s, in my option, equal if not better then ol’ Boothsby.”
"Now that's sacrilege," Aaron laughed brightly. "You'll have the soul of Boothsby haunting you in your sleep tonight, sir."
“He’ll have to fight my wife first.” He nodded towards the lizards he’d gotten from LeBeau. “The boys have been asking for a pet.”
Reaching over, Aaron tapped the glass and grinned. "Not my personal choice but they're cute so long as they're taken care of. Jaci wants a kitten but I'm not so sure it's a good idea in our home right about now."
“Just so you know there really aren’t many restrictions on pets.” Though he could think of a few he’d rather keep of his ship. Nikolas blinked at that, it had been the first time he’d thought of the Georgetown as his ship. It was deeply strange. “Our CMO has a rather large dog, but we do frown on Tribbles, especially around said CMO.”
"I think I'd have a problem with tribbles too, sir," he laughed brightly. "I like dogs, big ones, I used to have an Irish wolf hound but that was a long time ago. Maybe I'll get her a puppy."
“Whatever you and your children need to make this ship your home, Commander.” Nikolas replied. “Now, is there anything you need to ask or want to know?”
"No, that's all for now, sir. I start my shift tomorrow morning but I'll take a walk through Engineering before I head back and see what kind of damage my kids have done to the arboretum."
Nikolas nodded, his smile still warm. “I believe you have one or two more crewmen heading this way before we leave, but other then that your staff is ready and waiting. Though you may find some lingering loyalty to your predecessor and his assistant.”
"I'm sure I will," Aaron nodded then he smiled back, just as warm. "They'll find I'm not the monster though. Just your normal, everyday Engine Freak."
He really couldn’t help but laugh. “Then you’ve found the prefect place, Commander.”
A.D.A Alex Cabot: He's as bad as his client hoping the victim is to traumatized to testify! He’s lucky I didn’t knock his teeth down his throat!
Capt. Don Cragen: I’d pay real money to see that.
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