11-27-2013, 10:01 PM
USS Majesty
Transporter room 1
1509 Hours
The particles coalesced and Will found himself once again on familiar territory.
"Permission to come aboard, Ensign?" He asked as protocol dictated.
"Permission granted, sir," the transporter operator replied. "Welcome home, Commander."
"Thank you," Will smiled slightly, still unused to his new rank.
Stepping off the transporter pad, he left the room and made his way to the nearest turbolift.
"Bridge, please," he told it.
"Hold the lift!"
Will glanced up to see Stanley Cotton hurrying to meet him.
"Will! About time, buddy! We've missed you! How was Starfleet Academy?"
"It was good," Will smiled, shaking his erstwhile roommate's hand. "But it's good to be back. Command training is all very good, but I missed this old girl."
"Congratulations on your new half-pip," Stanley gestured.
Will's hand automatically went to his collar to touch the new addition, which signalled his promotion to Lieutenant Commander.
"Yours too, Stanley. And the commendation."
"Yeah, well," Stanley actually blushed. "They said it was for valour over and above, and all that. I presume you put in a good word...?"
"No, actually, I told them you were a slacker, constantly up to no good, and the sooner you're busted to latrine duty the better for everyone. I see my word goes for nothing round here any more."
The two grinned at each other a bit longer.
"So, I gather there's a number of changes..."
"Yes," Stanley told him. "You need a new deputy, for one thing. All the others got too good under you and got promoted and transferred to operational ships."
"Really? That sucks."
"For you, not them. Last I heard, they were all doing well. Not missing you at all."
"Yeah, thanks for that..."
"Anyway, the Captain's on board, and I've kept things ticking over for you.."
"Good. In that case, it's about time you stepped up and earned your pay. You're my new deputy."
"I was also thinking... hey! What? But I don't..."
"I know, but I disagree. You'll be perfect. I'll clear it with the Captain Jackson. Get used to it."
"First decent option comes along, I'm handing it back."
"Whatever."
Bridge
1511 Hours
Lt ch'Amok glanced up as the turbolift doors opened, then did a double take as she saw who stood there. The Andorian got to her feet and approached Will. Her antennae were alive with joy, although Will sensed it from the happiness rolling off her.
"Commander! Looks like my guardian angel is back at last."
Stanley discreetly made his way round to the tactical station, although Will felt another kind of emotion coming from him, and flashed him an irritated scowl, which only elicited a laugh from his friend.
"Seems everyone's being promoted round here," Will nodded to the new pip on ch'Amok's collar. "Full Lieutenant. Third Officer?"
"Sort of," she said. "Until things settle down, I've inherited the position from you. Actually, while you were away, I was temporarily assigned as Second Officer. A high calling indeed!"
"You'll go far, I'm sure," Will dead-panned.
"Naturally, holding down your position while you go gallivanting off to Command School makes a girl thirsty, you know. You owe me a drink."
"Shouldn't that be the other way round?"
"We can work that out later. Over drinks."
"Deal. I heard the captain's aboard...?"
"Oh, you just missed him. He's in his quarters. There's a big meeting in just under three hours, so you should have time to catch him before then."
"Thanks," Will said, and turned to leave.
"What time should I expect you, then, Commander?"
He turned.
"For drinks?" she clarified.
"How about I swing by your quarters about 2100 hours and we'll take it from there?"
"Perfect," ch'Amok replied, and returned to the centre seat. Will glanced at Stanley, but he was studiously avoiding his attention. The smirk said it all, though.
=/\= Angel to Jackson. I'm back on board and awaiting orders, sir. =/\=
Then he stepped back into the turbolift.
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Transporter room 1
1509 Hours
The particles coalesced and Will found himself once again on familiar territory.
"Permission to come aboard, Ensign?" He asked as protocol dictated.
"Permission granted, sir," the transporter operator replied. "Welcome home, Commander."
"Thank you," Will smiled slightly, still unused to his new rank.
Stepping off the transporter pad, he left the room and made his way to the nearest turbolift.
"Bridge, please," he told it.
"Hold the lift!"
Will glanced up to see Stanley Cotton hurrying to meet him.
"Will! About time, buddy! We've missed you! How was Starfleet Academy?"
"It was good," Will smiled, shaking his erstwhile roommate's hand. "But it's good to be back. Command training is all very good, but I missed this old girl."
"Congratulations on your new half-pip," Stanley gestured.
Will's hand automatically went to his collar to touch the new addition, which signalled his promotion to Lieutenant Commander.
"Yours too, Stanley. And the commendation."
"Yeah, well," Stanley actually blushed. "They said it was for valour over and above, and all that. I presume you put in a good word...?"
"No, actually, I told them you were a slacker, constantly up to no good, and the sooner you're busted to latrine duty the better for everyone. I see my word goes for nothing round here any more."
The two grinned at each other a bit longer.
"So, I gather there's a number of changes..."
"Yes," Stanley told him. "You need a new deputy, for one thing. All the others got too good under you and got promoted and transferred to operational ships."
"Really? That sucks."
"For you, not them. Last I heard, they were all doing well. Not missing you at all."
"Yeah, thanks for that..."
"Anyway, the Captain's on board, and I've kept things ticking over for you.."
"Good. In that case, it's about time you stepped up and earned your pay. You're my new deputy."
"I was also thinking... hey! What? But I don't..."
"I know, but I disagree. You'll be perfect. I'll clear it with the Captain Jackson. Get used to it."
"First decent option comes along, I'm handing it back."
"Whatever."
Bridge
1511 Hours
Lt ch'Amok glanced up as the turbolift doors opened, then did a double take as she saw who stood there. The Andorian got to her feet and approached Will. Her antennae were alive with joy, although Will sensed it from the happiness rolling off her.
"Commander! Looks like my guardian angel is back at last."
Stanley discreetly made his way round to the tactical station, although Will felt another kind of emotion coming from him, and flashed him an irritated scowl, which only elicited a laugh from his friend.
"Seems everyone's being promoted round here," Will nodded to the new pip on ch'Amok's collar. "Full Lieutenant. Third Officer?"
"Sort of," she said. "Until things settle down, I've inherited the position from you. Actually, while you were away, I was temporarily assigned as Second Officer. A high calling indeed!"
"You'll go far, I'm sure," Will dead-panned.
"Naturally, holding down your position while you go gallivanting off to Command School makes a girl thirsty, you know. You owe me a drink."
"Shouldn't that be the other way round?"
"We can work that out later. Over drinks."
"Deal. I heard the captain's aboard...?"
"Oh, you just missed him. He's in his quarters. There's a big meeting in just under three hours, so you should have time to catch him before then."
"Thanks," Will said, and turned to leave.
"What time should I expect you, then, Commander?"
He turned.
"For drinks?" she clarified.
"How about I swing by your quarters about 2100 hours and we'll take it from there?"
"Perfect," ch'Amok replied, and returned to the centre seat. Will glanced at Stanley, but he was studiously avoiding his attention. The smirk said it all, though.
=/\= Angel to Jackson. I'm back on board and awaiting orders, sir. =/\=
Then he stepped back into the turbolift.
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