New Crew, Part 1

Posted on Fri May 24, 2019 @ 7:21pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

1,092 words; about a 5 minute read

Volos sat back in his chair seeming board. Their Vulcan passenger had been quiet as of late. Too quiet. He didn't like Vulcans, something about their coldness that he didn't trust then again not many trusted his people either. The Tereketh were a race of traders. They were not as greedy as Ferengi but they loved Latinum just as much. They lived on the outskirts without a world. Once they did have a planet and culture but it was wiped out when their star collapsed. They'd left their homes and had been sailing through space for generations. A new treaty with Starfleet had brought them to the starbase and now they were returning home. Since they were further out then the Victory they would drop their passenger off and head home.

"Sir, There is a ship....it reads as the one we seek."

Volos looked over at his sensor officer. "Fine. Hail them." He brushed back his long white hair. The paleness of his race made them seem like what humans would call Vampires. Their haunting green eyes had an eerie look to them. While a gentle race people feared their appearance. He wondered if those on this ship would too.

"SS Kertrats to Starfleet ship. Your response is required."

They waited for the response. Volos sent Koterin to let their passenger know that they had arrived.

After a moment, a reply came. “This is USS Victory. How can we help you Kertrats?”

"We have a passenger bound for you. Lieutenant T'Mira."

Silence.

Then, “We are not expecting a crew transfer. Provide authorization and transfer orders for verification.”

The doors to the bridge of the Kertrats whooshed open. Volos stepped back to allow his passenger to speak. "Victory I do not have what you seek. Our passenger does. Request Visual communication."

"Victory this is Lieutenant T'Mira. I am transmitting orders now. Chief Intelligence Officer reporting for duty."

“Stand by while the data is authenticated.” came the response. The view screen continued to show the Victory before them, the starships sleek powerful shape dark, this far out in space the only illumination coming from the navigation lights which cast a soft glow across the ship’s hull.

Finally, the screen shifted to reveal the Victory’s bridge, where a Lieutenant wearing Operations insignia faced them. “Lt. T’Mira, your documentation has been authenticated. We are sending transport information, you may beam over when ready.”

"Understood. I shall head towards the cargo bay. I have five small crates of my things two of which need to go to the intelligence office and three personal." She looked over at Volos. "Captain Volos I will take my leave with your permission."

He gave a nod. The all pate man with long white hair stood. He walked over to the screen and studied the person and then bowed. "Kertrats will awaits your transport information." He bowed again and the link closed.

T'Mira made her way back to her guest quarters and then packed up her shoulder bag. By the time she was in the cargo bay the coordinates were delivered and the transport took mere seconds. The warmth of the ship she was on was replaced with a shimmer into the cold grey sterile room of the Starship transporter room.

A security officer stood next to the transport chief.

She stood at attention. "Lieutenant T'Mira, Chief Intelligence Officer reporting for duty. Permission to come aboard?"

With a nod of his head, the security officer said. “Permission granted. Welcome to the Victory. I’ve been assigned to escort you to your quarters and give you a quick tour before you report in with the Captain. She is currently engaged in another issue and asked that I show you around until she’s able to speak with you."

She gave a nod. "Very logical. Starfleet regulations suggest armed security meet with new senior staff anyway to one make sure they are who they are and two to keep the captain safe. I am happy to see you have your phaser on you." She pointed to the crates. "Those are for the Intelligence Office, those over there are for my quarters. They are colour coded so I kindly request they are stacked according to the way they are now. Red, Yellow, Green for the personal Purpose and underneath pink for the work." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "I am ready for the tour.

The transporter tech couldn’t help it, a quick snort of amusement escaped at the idea that the Captain needed protection. For his part the security officer just gave a slight shake of his head and answered, “if you will follow me Lieutenant, I’ll take you to your Quarters first.”

She gave a nod. "Lead on." She looked around as they walked. "Fascinating. Quite different."

Puzzled, the security officer looked at her, “Different?” He echoed.

"The smell. Each ship I have been on has its own scent. It's rather like a fingerprint. This one has a very bittersweet scent. "

He blinked at her, gave a little shake of his head and said only “Okay. The turbolift is just ahead, we’ll go to your quarters so you can drop off your personal gear then I’ll take you to the Intell office.”

The trip to her quarters didn't take long. She did indeed drop her things on the chair at the personal desk and then set her entry code. She then followed the young man to the Intel office got coded with her biometric data to the office and files. She was happy to see that indeed her crates were there waiting when she arrived with the promise from the ops team to have her personal items in her quarter shortly.

"Alright, what is next?" She asked. She didn't mind the company of the young officer, he was quiet and didn't do small talk but she did want to see the captain.

"At this point, until the Captain sends for you I'd have to say that you can spend some time getting settled in your quarters. Or if you're hungry you can get something to eat from the mess deck." he told her.

"I have work to do and reports to read. I will go set up the Intel office and begin my report updates." She'd read a little bit of what the ship was dealing with. Perhaps she could get the office up and running before the captain called for her. T'Mira was never one to sit idle.

TBD in Part 2

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