<USS Banshee> "The Second Wave"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 00:42:09 -0700
?The Second Wave?
by Lieutenant Joshua
Reds, whites, and blues marked the
room?s walls. Greens, yellows, and oranges identified the tables.
Balloons of all shapes, sizes, and colors were spread across the room
at random intervals. There was confetti and lights flashing
everywhere. People were massed from the door to the front viewscreen
and back again all with an incessant amount of chatter to off to any
Plainly, it was chaos.
While Josh enjoyed
every minute of being able to sit down and relax and enjoy himself,
there was a certain degree of professionalism that he liked to employ
and a definite amount of restraint that he knew he was capable of.
Something about hoards of drinks floating his way and a never-ending
supply of food seemed to not quench his hunger and thirst, but
After the fighterbay had been quieted and the
cheers quenched, Josh had instructed every last one of his crew to go
and have a good hot meal and a warm shower and to proceed to the
banquet. Most of the crew were already there, or in route, or hiding
cowardly in their quarters. Josh had a report to file and that was
enough that he no longer felt cowardly about avoiding such a large
When the last fighter pilot had left he?d
proceeded back to Shogun Fighter Operations. The room was dark and
when he called for lights the computer only responded with a loathing
beep and a refuse to light his way. He had shrugged, and cursed out
loud, but the lights came on instantly at that embarrassing
?Congratulations!? All stood up from behind desks and
podiums, consoles and display to convey their deepest appreciation
for him. He felt great at first, but then humbled and rather
uncomfortable at such a reception from him when an esteemed
ambassador was receiving same treatment just three decks up.
Lark walked up to him, ?Congratulations, Josh, you worked so
hard on training and coming up with other ways of improving our show
that we are all pleased to have you with us.?
?Jenny a no
He shook his head, visibly saddened, ?Nope, I rang the
chime like three million times and got nothing back but silence and a
?Sorry to hear that, Tom.?
ensign?s ego was apparently easily fixable. He waved a hand
nonchalantly and moved away, beckoning out behind him, ?This is your
evening, Lieutenant, enjoy it or I?ll be forced to beat you
Josh smirked as flocks of people came up and told
him of their hesitation at the maneuver being so bold and dangerous,
but realized that in the end it was nothing but a well thought out
plan and that he?d been in control the whole time.
that he could believe what lies they were spewing.
Josh wasn?t sure at all the move was going to work. The death of the
people at the academy had throttled him the night earlier and he sway
he could pick out their spirits if given the chance. He?d had a
dream that the move went disastrously wrong and all but he were
Sara?s eyes had bore through him with a lamenting and
anger that he?d seen rivaled nowhere else. Everyone gazed at him
with a look of contempt ? pure hatred ? and many even refused to make
eye contact with the man now known as simply ?killer?. How his soul
had tormented him after that heart-stopping dream. Josh had awakened
in a sweat-filled panic and he had to force himself to maintain what
little composure he had left.
Finding his way to his desk he
sat down staring at the throngs of people congratulating each other
on a job well done and loved ones hugging each other in happiness
that their precious loved ones weren?t lost to the icy coldness of
space. For once, they?d avoid jumping into a void only to find that
no handhold of recovery was present.
Swiveling his chair to the side his eyes met with a
wonderful looking female. Not more than twenty-one years of age and
with a body that was ? just wow. Trying to stop his eyes from
gauging her up and down a couple of times, Josh moved his eyes
straight to the emerald forest that had taken over her eyes. ?Yes,
ma?am, how may I help you??
?Ensign Telsia Stanton.? A had
jutted out not so smoothly and when he shook his hand it trembled
?What can I do for you Ensign?? A smile
tugged at his lips.
It looked like someone had unplugged her
from a machine and the power began to drain. The face washed out of
her face leaving nothing more than a hollow white shell of what once
was a beautiful woman. ?You don?t remember, do you??
shot up in a look of confusion, ?I?m sorry??
?We went to the
It hit him like a brick and he stumbled
over his words, ?Uhmm, Tel ? Tel ? Telsia Moore. I ? I?m sorry I
didn?t remember you with a new last name?? His eyes drifted suddenly
to her left hand, the ring finger more
?It?s no problem, I figured you?d
take a beating to remember. That?s the way you are, Josh, stubborn
and hardheaded.? Her words stopped and she choked on air as the
color that was seeping into her face was again diminished and reduced
to a pale color. ?I?m so sorry, sir.?
Josh waved a dismissing
hand, ?No big deal, I?m off duty and if you are then you?re not where
you?re supposed to be.?
She smiled and sighed a sigh of relief
before pulling up a chair. ?So, how have you been??
I been? How have you been? It looks as if you?ve met someone and
started a new life ? a taken life.? Josh smiled and made a gesture
to the rock on her ring finger.
She smiled as sweetly as she
could, but Josh noticed a hint of sorrow in her face. ?It?s good,
we?ve been married about two years now. Have a son, a beautiful son,
and a life in Starfleet.? She fought a sigh, but a tiny one escaped,
?What more could we ask for??
?You have a son, on the
?Kids aren?t normally allowed on
a class of ship that is the Banshee.? Josh tilted his head
intrigued. ?Not to mention that there aren?t any child-rearing
facilities presently onboard Banshee.?
Telsia seemed to have
heard this before as she shrugged and looked about the room ? the
crowds were thinning and the time for partying and socializing was
winding down. ?We work alternate shifts, Eric and I do. I see him
in the evenings and Eric has him in the mornings.?
frowned, ?So who is keeping an eye on the little tike??
one, unfortunately. He?s sleeping and if the baby monitor I?ve
rigged picks up anything more than a soft cooing my combadge goes
off. It?ll take me about two minutes to get there from anyone on the
ship.? She smiled what seemed like a nervous grin, ?He?s incredibly
smart and independent for a two year old ? much like his
?He must sleep like a rock,? Josh dared
She raised a finger and stood, ?Speaking of which, I
need to return to my bundle of joy. It was great catching up, Josh,
I?m sure we?ll see each other again.?
?What are you doing
tomorrow?? Josh couldn?t believe he was hitting on a married woman ?
with a child no less ? but felt inclined to do so either way. ?We
could meet for coffee in the three forward lounge.?
want to go there until it?s been disinfected from this damned party.?
?OK, how about coffee in my quarters?? He
hesitated, but compensated with nostalgia, ?I?d love to continue
She nodded, ?I have an hour between when Eric
gets home and the time I go on shift. Tomorrow at, say, thirteen
hundred hours?? A smile stretched across her face.
agreed, ?Sounds wonderful, have a good night.? He barely got out the
words before she entered the crowd and vanished from view. A smile
tugged at his lips again and he sat back in a chair but bolted
He?d actually have to clean his quarters.
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