08-08-2011, 11:08 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Docking Port
2123 Hours
"Some cadet cruise, huh? I mean, c'mon! Who else is getting a piece of the action fresh outta the Academy? This has to beat those boring old kindergarten hand-holding jaunts everyone else gets, right? And look at this place! Starbase Thrinacia! Wow! I, uh... I don't even know what goes on here!"
When the cadet paused for breath, his companion spared him a glance.
"Shut up, Stanley," he said quietly.
"Aw, c'mon, Will," Stanley protested. "Sense of occasion, and all that."
William Angel didn't even look at him this time.
"Whatever."
Stanley opened his mouth again, but Will cut him off.
"There's an officer," he gestured with his chin, then hoiked his kitbag over his shoulder. "Let's go and see where we're supposed to be."
Will set off, leaving Stanley to catch up. They arrived beside the Lieutenant in the Command uniform and waited until he'd finished consulting his Padd.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
"Sir, Cadets Cotton and Angel reporting for duty, sir!" Stanley announced, a little too loud and high-pitched to appear professional. Will could sense the waves of nervous panic gushing outwards from his friend. He stifled a smile.
The officer didn't even try to hide his own smile.
"Relax, Cadet, this isn't the Academy. You come in on the Indiana?"
"Yes, sir," Will answered, a lot more calmly. "We're being transfered here until further notice."
"Well, I guess a couple of extra pairs of hands would be useful round about now," the Lieutenant's smile became slightly warmer. "Mess hall's through those doors and about a hundred metres down the corridor, second door on the right. Get something to eat and report to the briefing room at 2230 hours. You'll get your orders then."
"Thank you, sir," Will said and nudged Stanley. Together they headed in the direction indicated.
"He seemed decent enough," Stanley ventured, as they helped themselves to some real food, a stark contrast to the replicated junk they'd endured on the ship.
"Don't kid yourself," Will grumbled. "He's terrified, and hasn't even had time to get his mind back in order. He's just relieved to have reinforcements. They've been through the mill here recently. What we saw was just the back end of the battle. Anyway, let's eat."
And they took their seats, in the middle of the otherwise deserted mess hall, and wondered what was coming.
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Docking Port
2123 Hours
"Some cadet cruise, huh? I mean, c'mon! Who else is getting a piece of the action fresh outta the Academy? This has to beat those boring old kindergarten hand-holding jaunts everyone else gets, right? And look at this place! Starbase Thrinacia! Wow! I, uh... I don't even know what goes on here!"
When the cadet paused for breath, his companion spared him a glance.
"Shut up, Stanley," he said quietly.
"Aw, c'mon, Will," Stanley protested. "Sense of occasion, and all that."
William Angel didn't even look at him this time.
"Whatever."
Stanley opened his mouth again, but Will cut him off.
"There's an officer," he gestured with his chin, then hoiked his kitbag over his shoulder. "Let's go and see where we're supposed to be."
Will set off, leaving Stanley to catch up. They arrived beside the Lieutenant in the Command uniform and waited until he'd finished consulting his Padd.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
"Sir, Cadets Cotton and Angel reporting for duty, sir!" Stanley announced, a little too loud and high-pitched to appear professional. Will could sense the waves of nervous panic gushing outwards from his friend. He stifled a smile.
The officer didn't even try to hide his own smile.
"Relax, Cadet, this isn't the Academy. You come in on the Indiana?"
"Yes, sir," Will answered, a lot more calmly. "We're being transfered here until further notice."
"Well, I guess a couple of extra pairs of hands would be useful round about now," the Lieutenant's smile became slightly warmer. "Mess hall's through those doors and about a hundred metres down the corridor, second door on the right. Get something to eat and report to the briefing room at 2230 hours. You'll get your orders then."
"Thank you, sir," Will said and nudged Stanley. Together they headed in the direction indicated.
"He seemed decent enough," Stanley ventured, as they helped themselves to some real food, a stark contrast to the replicated junk they'd endured on the ship.
"Don't kid yourself," Will grumbled. "He's terrified, and hasn't even had time to get his mind back in order. He's just relieved to have reinforcements. They've been through the mill here recently. What we saw was just the back end of the battle. Anyway, let's eat."
And they took their seats, in the middle of the otherwise deserted mess hall, and wondered what was coming.
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