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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81123.0900<br> | |||
Scene: SB ALPHA---->SB EPSILON<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers slept fitfully that night after receiving his | |||
assignment. Adm. Crowell had been curt, to the point, but also | |||
non-complimenting. | |||
From his body language, Loren could tell Crowell thought him well suited | |||
for a position as CNS, but nothing else. | |||
Still, he was here in Starfleet after a long uphill climb. After being | |||
alone for most of his life and having to fend for himself, it felt good | |||
to be part of a team, a kind of family almost... Starfleet. | |||
The next morning, Loren headed for the shuttlebay where he ran into Ens. | |||
Allan Desoto, the same Ens. he had trained with on Armstrong Lunar Base. | |||
"Hey, Landers," came the call from across the shuttlebay. Allan walked | |||
up to Landers, beaming from ear to ear. "I got my assignment. I headed | |||
for Green Fleet and SB Delta. I think I might get a posting as NAV | |||
officer for the LEVIATHAN out there, but I'm not sure. What about you?" | |||
"Adm. Crowell has assigned me to Silver Fleet. Looks like I'm going to | |||
be a CNS." said Loren. | |||
"Loren, you sound dissappointed," stated Desoto. | |||
"No, I'm actually quite happy that I got this assignment. I prefer | |||
helping people and with my...special abilities...I seem to have a knack | |||
with knowing how people are up here," said Landers pointing to his head. | |||
"Well, I wish you the best of luck Loren Landers. Maybe, we'll run up on | |||
each other again," said Desoto. | |||
"The same here Desoto, see you around." | |||
Loren watched Desoto clamber into his runabout headed for Green fleet | |||
before climbing in his shuttle headed for silver fleet. | |||
The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB | |||
EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle | |||
and called up the fleet roster for Silver fleet. He intended to do some | |||
studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON. | |||
The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one | |||
exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor | |||
tingle...not physical, but mental. <nowiki>*It's as if my telepathic powers were | |||
suddenly skewed in some way*</nowiki> he thought. The feeling was so strange that | |||
Loren couldn't even describe it to himself. | |||
Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it | |||
was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON. | |||
Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's | |||
office and his new assignment. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
NRPG: Later, Jeremy. May your adventures be more fun than mine :). | |||
Mike Dawe: I am at your disposal. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||