Room Service
Posted on Sat Apr 11th, 2015 @ 7:38pm by Captain Elsa Gunning
Mission:
The Night Cries
Location: Garrioch Hotel, Walker Street, Pike City, Cestus III
Timeline: 2278.45: 2255hrs.
Gunning emerged from the bathroom and closed the window on the thunderous rain before replacing the tunic of her all-white uniform. She had become attached to its rigid fabric and almost cartoonish insignias. She cracked a smile as she regarded it in the mirror.
The next morning she would address her senior staff on the bridge of the Farragut wearing a completely new standard of Federation dress and was immensely proud that her crew would be among the first to make contact with new worlds wearing it.
The truth was, and she knew it, that what they wore didn't matter. It was how they carried themselves which is why she had chosen these officers from among all of those she had worked with before.
There was Aidan Rackham, the hot-headed potential drop-out who she had moulded into the epitome of a Starfleet officer. Ashley Kennedy, the girl she had pushed to the edge to prove her worth. The pilot, the Andorian, Telim th'Endirhc was among the best helmsmen she had ever seen. Her doctor was an extremely competent physician and had the potential to be someone worthy of the upper echelons of Starfleet Medical if he could get his incessant womanising in check.
Even her bos'un and Chief of the Boat Edward Vane, the Cheron who could have been forty or forty thousand, had been hand-picked by her. Ensuring a positive link between the commissioned officers and the enlisted personnel aboard a Starship was vital and having someone who could kill them all with a click of their fingers commanded instant respect.
She wished she could do it herself.
The Captain inputted a couple of commands into the hotel's interactive menu and ordered a couple of items from room service. She had taken a recommendation from Captain Varsatis of the Kentucky. Rather than risk the surroundings of the Gallant Star Hotel she had chosen the Garrioch, a rather more upmarket affair on Walker Street, overlooking Shepard Park.
She took a long, considered sip of her drink and decided that she would spend the rest of the evening reading. It was one of the few pleasures she afforded herself.
[Some Time Later]
The door creaked open and a trolley rattled its way into the room.
She studied the man's face, unable to place his race. Placing people to their heritage was something that the captain had always taken great pride in and her excitement at exploring the new frontier grew as she realised she would be meeting many new races for the first time.
She turned to fetch a couple of chits from her bag as a tip and asked with a more easy-going tone than she had allowed herself in weeks. "Where are you from anyway?"
There was a hissing noise like air escaping a compressor and then a deafening clatter filled her ears.
Captain Elsa Gunning
Commanding Officer
USS Farragut
