New Ship, New Captain
E1 Only The Beginning
Location: USS Magellan; Ready Room
Timeline: MD01 0715
The blue hue of the transporter beam whispered away as it completed reassembling the atoms of one Lieutenant Timothy Parker. He carried nothing with him as his personal effects had been entrusted to the Polaris' quartermaster, knowing that they would be transported to the ship's cargo bays in just a few minutes.
"Permission to come aboard?" he asked the Bolian transporter chief, who'd quickly turned to his console to make sure the transporter sequence was both complete and archived.
"Granted, lieutenant," replied the Petty Officer. "Welcome aboard!"
Tim stepped off the platform, offering nothing more than a curt nod as he crossed and exited the room. There was much to do on a new ship, even with one whose specifications had been available to Starfleet officers for years thanks to the Galaxy class's tenured service. But nothing was more critical at this juncture than to first meet with the Captain. Even as Tim navigated the corridor, he could hear his father coach him through how to greet the Captain and how to handle himself.
He sighed and shook his head. He hadn't talked to the man in over a decade, yet his voice just would not shut up. Tim did the best to shut it out throughout the turbolift ride, but it didn't stop until the doors opened revealing the bridge. It was oddly quiet for just a majestic starship, and having spent the last few weeks on a boat that was about to be mothballed, Tim had a slight aversion to quiet operations.
A glance around the bridge revealed that the Captain was nowhere in sight, leading Tim to the ready room door to press the chime.
Captain Anjad Terax looked up away from the PADD as he heard the chime. He had had command of the Magellan for 8 months. In that time, he had yet to to feel like he had on past assignments. For reasons he had yet to understand, officers and crew of the Magellan seemed to come and go on an almost monthly basis. He was hoping that this latest round of transfers would be the last for a while.
"Come in." He called out to the room, which would open the door. The door opened and before him stood a rather tall man, who obviously spent alot of time maintaining his fitness. He seemed like someone Anjad would not want to start a fight with.
Timothy entered the room, his wide steps taking him to a pace in front of the Captain's desk. His left hand extended, handing over a padd containing his transfer orders that he had carried all the way here. "Lieutenant Timothy Parker, reporting as ordered by Starfleet Command."
Taking the padd, Anjad read it over, confirming everything. "The Polaris was a good ship. I served on an Excelsior Class ship. Well my last host did, on board the USS Berlin." He took a moment to remissness. Kanal Terax had transferred from the Berlin back in 2368, but Anjad had always had a soft spot in his heart for the Excelsior class. "I know that you didn't want to leave Polaris, I have spoken to your last CO, who has nothing but praise for you."
"I don't think any of us wanted to leave the Polaris," remarked Timothy. No matter how much he stood by Starfleet's decision to mothball the Excelsior class ship, he'd forever carry a fleeting fondness for the ship. "Nevertheless, I am here now, and that much is life. I suppose you've been with the Magellan for a while now, sir?"
"Its a sad moment when you realise your home is no longer that." He paused for a moment, thinking back to only a handful of places that felt 'homely'. "Living as long as do, some of us find it hard to settle down anywhere. I've been on Magellan now for a little over 8 months, and while its not quite my home yet, it is getting there."
Timothy nodded, knowing how long it took him to get acquainted with the Polaris. In his short career, he'd been to several sectors of the galaxy, but nothing felt like Andoria. The moment he'd been accepted into Starfleet Academy, his father had cast him aside, having openly and passionately desiring his children to follow in the family's diplomatic footsteps. It was difficult leaving his family behind, but Tim wanted to pursue his dreams more. Until reunification was possible, Tim tried to accept that wherever he was would be a temporary home, but he'd never been able to eliminate that longing. "I'm sure it'll happen eventually, sir."
"For me too." He thought to himself. He tapped some commands into his console. "First things first. You are hereby ordered to report to the USS Magellan as its new Chief Operations officer. Accompanying this transfer is the promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Congratulations Commander." He handed Parker a small black box containing the blacked out pip.
To say Timothy was dumbfounded was a vast understatement. His hand trembled a bit as he reached out to accept the black box. He opened it, spotting the gold-rimmed hollow pip inside. "Um... Thank you, sir." Tim stood by his work, not seeking promotion or favor. It just happened to come along throughout his Starfleet service. "I really don't know what to say."
"Say nothing. Your record says its long overdue. So it made sense that I give it to you when you took up your new station here." He thought for a moment. "We have a somewhat delicate mission coming up. You are probably wondering why that would involve you."
"Delicate?" Timothy repeated, still holding the box with the pip. He spoke nothing more of the promotion, at least for now. He was here to perform his duty, not be overwhelmed by personal surprises.
"Indeed. Our new mission is to patrol the border of the Inconnu Expanse. I can't go into specific details, but needless to say Intel and Tactical will be utilising alot of sensor bandwidth, and we need to ensure that they can share with the Science division."
Clandestine. The new arrival nodded slowly. So far, even with a basic order as far as energy priorities, it didn't seem to be that difficult. "That won't be an issue, Captain. I assure you of that."
"Excellent." The Captain said out loud to himself. He could see in the Commanders eyes that he was curious, but he didn't press on. "If you have nothing further Commander?" He looked to his PADD.
Very clandestine. Timothy was experienced enough, as indicated by the new pip, to know that he shouldn't question the order, nor press for more details. Those details would come in time. "No, Captain. I'll go get settled." With that, he turned to leave.
“Oh, sorry!” Arianna exclaimed as she stopped short almost right at the door as she entered, just about avoiding collision with said Lieutenant, now Lieutenant Commander Parker.
Terax looked up at the new officer entering his Ready Room. “Lieutenant. Please come in.”
“Sorry, sir!” Frost said again as she looked up at the Chief of Operations.
Tim hadn’t been paying too much attention to where he was walking. His attention had been primarily focused on affixing the new pip to his collar, which he could only do by touch since there was not a mirror nearby to guide him. He’d just looked down to close the box when the door panels parted and he nearly collided with another new arrival.
He looked up to see the blonde Lieutenant and paused, both by the use of “sir” and that there was suddenly someone where he didn’t expect any individual to be. “That’s all right, Lieutenant…” his voice trailed off realizing that he might have said her name had he known what that was.
“Commander Parker, this is Lieutenant Frost, she is our new Intel Chief.” Terax said.
“Ah,” Tim said, glancing back to the Captain, then to Lieutenant Frost. “I’d say welcome aboard, but that would mean I’d have been here longer than thirty minutes.”
Arianna chuckled, “Thank you anyway, sir. It’s been a while since I’ve served on a ship in any capacity.”
Looking over his shoulder at the trill, Frost nodded, “Captain Terax, sorry to barge in like this, I was informed that you wouldn’t mind if I just went in.”
Tim couldn’t help but smile at that, unsure as to why. “He’s all yours, Lieutenant,” he told Frost. “See you around.” Then to the Captain before he disappeared, Tim added, “Captain.”
Terax nodded to the officer. "Dismissed Commander."
Ari smirked a little, nodding to Parker as he left, “sir.”