05-12-2017, 05:19 AM
USS Eagle
Nov.23, 2392
Officer's Quarters - Earlier, Shipboard Time
The room was party-like, a song was being repeated had a very upbeat tempo. The language was unfamiliar to those uninitiated, and even for the sole occupant of the room, Lorenzo's grasp of the language wasn't as great as those born to it, or has taken the extra time to study it. But he preferred it that the computer not automatically translate it. Even with the latest and greatest in translation software and synthetics would allow him to hear the song in Standard/English, but he thought that was a bit blasphemous.
A glass of carbonated green beverage was on hand, chilled. It was like the song playing throughout his quarters, rather an old formulation. Lorenzo had been up consulting old texts he had managed to get copied and shipped to him on the Eagle. Before him was an old analogue keyboard layout. LCARS was great for whatever he needed to do for his function, but when it comes to writing a paper, he really felt it stupid to try and fumble around with LCARS or speak to the computer hash it out.
His terminal though would beep, indicating he had two hours before his watch. Saving his work, he leaned back, the chair reclining to allow him to relax a bit and thought of the past three years. He was thrust into a war in which he got to test his theories and while the adage that no plan has ever survived contact with the enemy, he had managed to carve out a name for himself. He smiled bitterly as he remembered those under him who were lost before pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a second.
He awoke with a start as his terminal beeped again, this time indicating he had 45 minutes until his watch. He would head into the bathroom, allowing the sonic shower to remove the night's grime from his body. He detested sonic showers, preferring to allow cool, filtered river water to cover him and for him to use homemade soaps and pumice stones to work at his skin, but he barely could afford such luxuries, especially in a starship. The first thing he wanted to do when he was granted liberty on Earth was to teleport several meters above the Shenandoah outside his family's vineyard and just plunge into the water. Putting on a new uniform, he donned the buffer belt that marked his position as chief of Hazard Team on the Eagle. Inputting a code, a drawer would slide out of his desk, revealing a rather substantial handheld weapon. Made of modern steel, it was a replica that he had spent much time perfecting over the years.
Nearly five centuries old, it was considered obsolecent with the fielding of plasma and pulse based energy weapons. Lorenzo though would come to appreciate the ancient firearm, its appreciable heft and satisfying action of a well built and maintained machine. It also gave one-too many boarder, Romulan and Cardassian alike, a nasty surprise. He would place the weapon and spare ammunition into holsters,w hich would then be 'teleported' into the buffer, leaving him a clean belt. The buffer already held a Type 2 Phaser of his modification and some supplies, and with ten minutes to spare, left to his duty station.
Nov.23, 2392
Officer's Quarters - Earlier, Shipboard Time
The room was party-like, a song was being repeated had a very upbeat tempo. The language was unfamiliar to those uninitiated, and even for the sole occupant of the room, Lorenzo's grasp of the language wasn't as great as those born to it, or has taken the extra time to study it. But he preferred it that the computer not automatically translate it. Even with the latest and greatest in translation software and synthetics would allow him to hear the song in Standard/English, but he thought that was a bit blasphemous.
A glass of carbonated green beverage was on hand, chilled. It was like the song playing throughout his quarters, rather an old formulation. Lorenzo had been up consulting old texts he had managed to get copied and shipped to him on the Eagle. Before him was an old analogue keyboard layout. LCARS was great for whatever he needed to do for his function, but when it comes to writing a paper, he really felt it stupid to try and fumble around with LCARS or speak to the computer hash it out.
His terminal though would beep, indicating he had two hours before his watch. Saving his work, he leaned back, the chair reclining to allow him to relax a bit and thought of the past three years. He was thrust into a war in which he got to test his theories and while the adage that no plan has ever survived contact with the enemy, he had managed to carve out a name for himself. He smiled bitterly as he remembered those under him who were lost before pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a second.
He awoke with a start as his terminal beeped again, this time indicating he had 45 minutes until his watch. He would head into the bathroom, allowing the sonic shower to remove the night's grime from his body. He detested sonic showers, preferring to allow cool, filtered river water to cover him and for him to use homemade soaps and pumice stones to work at his skin, but he barely could afford such luxuries, especially in a starship. The first thing he wanted to do when he was granted liberty on Earth was to teleport several meters above the Shenandoah outside his family's vineyard and just plunge into the water. Putting on a new uniform, he donned the buffer belt that marked his position as chief of Hazard Team on the Eagle. Inputting a code, a drawer would slide out of his desk, revealing a rather substantial handheld weapon. Made of modern steel, it was a replica that he had spent much time perfecting over the years.
Nearly five centuries old, it was considered obsolecent with the fielding of plasma and pulse based energy weapons. Lorenzo though would come to appreciate the ancient firearm, its appreciable heft and satisfying action of a well built and maintained machine. It also gave one-too many boarder, Romulan and Cardassian alike, a nasty surprise. He would place the weapon and spare ammunition into holsters,w hich would then be 'teleported' into the buffer, leaving him a clean belt. The buffer already held a Type 2 Phaser of his modification and some supplies, and with ten minutes to spare, left to his duty station.