12-27-2013, 03:53 AM
Starbase Thrinacia
Promenade Deck
1530 hours
I really hate Starbases, Zack Gillibrand mused silently as he entered thr crowded Promenade Deck. He recognized that such outposts were a necessary component for any widely dispersed interstellar entity; that didn't mean he had to like it though. Zack preferred the relative comfort of his ship, with only 240 people on board. The Independence was like a floating home town--small enough that you knew everyone, but big enough to sustain all of your foreseeable needs. Starbases were so cold, so impersonal.
And if that wasn't bad enough, Zack had a meeting at 1800. Apparently, the thrills never end at Starbase Thrinacia.
Zack stopped at one of the small vendors located along the walls. He was hungry, but not for a full meal; he purchased a bag of raspberries coated with Regalian chocolate, then sat on a nearby bench. Because he wanted to blend in with the crowd, he had left the Starfleet Captain's uniform on the ship and instead opted for comfortable civilian clothes in neutral colors. This was his time to relax, and he didn't want to waste it on junior officers trying to suck up to a Captain they didn't know.
Watching people was a lot of fun for Zack...and as much as he detested Starbases, he couldn't deny that a Promenade Deck was the ideal place to do such a thing. Zack could easily identify twenty different species, but for every one he knew there were at least three he could not identify. The amateur anthropologist in him was having a field day.
"Hi," said a voice to Zack's left. "Zack, right?"
Zack turned to face the person that had spoken. He wanted to speak, but his voice caught on a knot in his throat. "Gah," was all that managed to come out.
"You don't remember me, do you?" asked the stranger.
<i>Why would I want to forget such a beautiful creature?</i> Zack managed to shake his head 'no'.
"We served on the Bratislava together," said the stranger with a slight smirk.
"The Bratislava?" Zack said with surprise. " I left that ship nearly seven years ago."
"I know. You were XO and I was fresh out of the Academy. I'm Logan...Logan Rockwell." He stuck out a large hand to shake. Zack took the offered hand and shook it, marvelling at how warm Logan was to the touch.
"Obviously I made an impression on you if you still remember me after all this time, Mister Rockwell..."
"Logan, please. Call me Logan."
"Logan," Zack said, smiling slightly. "So where are you posted now?"
"The Firebrand. I will be Chief of Security and Tactical."
"Impressive. I'm on the..."
"...Independence. Commanding officer for seven years. Challenger class."
Zack raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Should I be concerned that you know my career so well?"
Logann chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his slightly messy blonde hair. "I just followed your career in hopes that we might cross paths again someday."
<i>This has <b>got</b> to be some kind of illusion or trick,</i> Zack thought. <i>The man of my dreams is hitting on me.</i>
Before he even had time to think about it, Zack spoke. "Have dinner with me," he blurted out. "I have a CO meeting at 1800. Why don't you meet me at my quarters at 2030?"
"That's a mighty long time for me to wait," said Logan in a mock serious tone. He reached over and plucked a chocolate raspberry from the bag on Zack's lap. "I should have a few more of these."
"So is that a yes?"
"I love beef...and I'm allergic to peanuts." Logan grabbed a few more chocolate berries before getting up. "See you at 2030." He winked at Zack, then strolled away.
<i>What the hell?</i> Zack thought. <i>Must be something in the water here. I swear, weird crap happpens every time I set foot on Thrinacia.</i>
Promenade Deck
1530 hours
I really hate Starbases, Zack Gillibrand mused silently as he entered thr crowded Promenade Deck. He recognized that such outposts were a necessary component for any widely dispersed interstellar entity; that didn't mean he had to like it though. Zack preferred the relative comfort of his ship, with only 240 people on board. The Independence was like a floating home town--small enough that you knew everyone, but big enough to sustain all of your foreseeable needs. Starbases were so cold, so impersonal.
And if that wasn't bad enough, Zack had a meeting at 1800. Apparently, the thrills never end at Starbase Thrinacia.
Zack stopped at one of the small vendors located along the walls. He was hungry, but not for a full meal; he purchased a bag of raspberries coated with Regalian chocolate, then sat on a nearby bench. Because he wanted to blend in with the crowd, he had left the Starfleet Captain's uniform on the ship and instead opted for comfortable civilian clothes in neutral colors. This was his time to relax, and he didn't want to waste it on junior officers trying to suck up to a Captain they didn't know.
Watching people was a lot of fun for Zack...and as much as he detested Starbases, he couldn't deny that a Promenade Deck was the ideal place to do such a thing. Zack could easily identify twenty different species, but for every one he knew there were at least three he could not identify. The amateur anthropologist in him was having a field day.
"Hi," said a voice to Zack's left. "Zack, right?"
Zack turned to face the person that had spoken. He wanted to speak, but his voice caught on a knot in his throat. "Gah," was all that managed to come out.
"You don't remember me, do you?" asked the stranger.
<i>Why would I want to forget such a beautiful creature?</i> Zack managed to shake his head 'no'.
"We served on the Bratislava together," said the stranger with a slight smirk.
"The Bratislava?" Zack said with surprise. " I left that ship nearly seven years ago."
"I know. You were XO and I was fresh out of the Academy. I'm Logan...Logan Rockwell." He stuck out a large hand to shake. Zack took the offered hand and shook it, marvelling at how warm Logan was to the touch.
"Obviously I made an impression on you if you still remember me after all this time, Mister Rockwell..."
"Logan, please. Call me Logan."
"Logan," Zack said, smiling slightly. "So where are you posted now?"
"The Firebrand. I will be Chief of Security and Tactical."
"Impressive. I'm on the..."
"...Independence. Commanding officer for seven years. Challenger class."
Zack raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Should I be concerned that you know my career so well?"
Logann chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his slightly messy blonde hair. "I just followed your career in hopes that we might cross paths again someday."
<i>This has <b>got</b> to be some kind of illusion or trick,</i> Zack thought. <i>The man of my dreams is hitting on me.</i>
Before he even had time to think about it, Zack spoke. "Have dinner with me," he blurted out. "I have a CO meeting at 1800. Why don't you meet me at my quarters at 2030?"
"That's a mighty long time for me to wait," said Logan in a mock serious tone. He reached over and plucked a chocolate raspberry from the bag on Zack's lap. "I should have a few more of these."
"So is that a yes?"
"I love beef...and I'm allergic to peanuts." Logan grabbed a few more chocolate berries before getting up. "See you at 2030." He winked at Zack, then strolled away.
<i>What the hell?</i> Zack thought. <i>Must be something in the water here. I swear, weird crap happpens every time I set foot on Thrinacia.</i>