Posted on Sat Aug 4th, 2018 @ 7:59pm by Lieutenant Jeremiah Gilbraith IV
Edited on on Sat Aug 4th, 2018 @ 8:00pm
E1 Only The Beginning
Location: Starbase 249
Timeline: MD00 1738
The Aquila had docked at Starbase 249 just about an hour ago. He didn't think it would take him so long to wrap up loose ends, but it had. He now found himself walking through the airlock and into 249. Over his shoulder was a large, Starfleet-issued duffle bag. Inside the bag was a variety of things, mostly personal items, like pictures of his kids. It had been 2 years since he had seen his kids in person. Because of the acrimonious nature of the dissolution of his first marriage, he only got to speak to his son a couple of times a year. Unfortunately, his current marriage wasn't fairing so well either.
"Welcome to Starbase 249, Lieutenant," a pleasant sounding female voice greeted him.
Blinking several times quickly to focus, Jeremiah's eyes focused on a pretty young brunette. "Thank you Ensign," he said, returning her smile.
"Ensign Jensen, sir. I am to escort you to the Magellan," she explained.
"Very well. Lead on." Jeremiah allowed her to take the lead and he fell in behind her. This afforded him the chance to give the attractive young woman a look-over. She has great legs, he thought, taking care not to look too intently at her.
"How long were on the Aquila sir?" Jensen inquired.
"Uh...," he stammered, his brain taking a second to move on from his baser thoughts. "Almost two years. The Excelsiors are great ships."
He decided that it was in his best interest to walk beside Jensen and look at the corridor ahead of him instead of her alluring shape. "Have you done a ship tour yet?" He asked her, genuinely curious.
"Yes sir. I spent a year on the USS Carthage in Communications."
"Saber-class. Also a good ship. I believe it just got refitted recently," Gilbraith thought out loud.
Jensen nodded her head. "She was sir. I was on the relaunch crew. The yard gave her all the newest modifications."
"She got the newer mark-seven phaser arrays?"
"I believe so, sir. Tactical isn’t my strong suit," she said sheepishly.
Jeremiah chuckled. "That's okay Ensign. I know enough for the both of us." They walked for several more steps before he continued. "The mark-sevens are my design."
Jensen looked at him. "Really sir?"
"Most of my time in uniform has been at an R&D facility."
"It must make you feel great to know that something you designed is being used by so many people."
He smirked. I'll show you what feels great, he thought. His bag slipped from his shoulder. The movement made him think about the pictures of his kids. And how his philandering was a large part of why he had lost one marriage and was likely losing another.
Gilbraith sighed, pushing the newly welled-up emotions back down. "It is nice," he responded.
In short order, the duo arrived at an airlock. "Here you go Lieutenant. The USS Magellan."
"Thank you Ensign."
"Marie," she responded with a flirtatious smile before turning and swaying her hips down the corridor.
"That's not helping," he said quietly.
He crossed through the airlock and into the Magellan. Even though he knew he should check in with the Captain, he headed straight for the science labs. He wanted to get his workspace set up.