Petty Officer 1st class Fremen ‘Kazack’ Talla, Commanding Officer of the LC Honor stood on the bridge of his vessel, observing incoming transmissions near the Abrae repair yards.
Typical, my first duty is guarding the repair yards he thought,
well I guess someone has to do it. Kazack was about to issue his orders and speak to his helmsman when he realised he had forgotten his name. Dale that was it, Dale Kimantha a young Twi’lek male who’s file stated that he showed extraordinary promise, he had originally began training as a star fighter pilot but was then transferred to Capital Ship duty after he showed his affinity with larger ships. His only issue was inexperience. Then again that was Kazack’s issue too. He had never been in command of a warship, even though he had led part of the bridge crew of the Fearless during their mission to destroy a group
of pirates in the Coveway system. Here was his chance to shine “Mr Kimantha, let’s do another sweep of the area and then we should be relieved. Mr Oldecka please continues monitoring communications, if you pick up anything unusual I want to know” “Yes sir,”The two men said simultaneously.
Mr Oldecka is certainly capable, Kazack thought
and Mr Kimantha is certainly very good to have as a helmsman, it seems strange to my mind, but the only person that I don’t know much about in terms of abilities is my XO. Kazack snapped himself out of his mental reverie as the deck began to move beneath his feet. He quickly relaxed as he realised that it was only the natural manoeuvre of the ship as it moved for another sweep of the area. Kazack gazed out the bridge viewports and looked around as repair cranes and dry-dock workers swarmed over damaged ships.
There seems to be alot of those since the attack on the Capp Kazack thought. He sighed inwardly as he realised that the majority of the leads from intelligence on who may have been behind the attack had gone cold. It seemed like years, not months, since the attack on the station, so much had happened in the intervening time
“Sir, the Defiance is here to relieve us.” Kazack’s sensor officer reported. Kazack finally remembered the woman’s name. Toni Hart was a loyal and dependable, if not entirely brilliant, Sensor Officer. Her record showed she was very capable but again, she lacked experience.
I guess all of us, me included, will have to learn as we go thought Kazack as they returned to their post guarding the Capp.
“Alright everyone, get some sleep, Graveyard watch will relieve us and we can all get some well deserved R&R, well done people” Kazack said. The sleep deprived Primary Watch crew murmured their thanks to their captain as they filed out of the Bridge. Mary Victorie lay a hand on his shoulder and hesitated as she was about to leave.
“Will you be needing anything sir?” She asked.
“No thank you Mary, I will be getting some sleep myself when Graveyard Watch gets here, you need some sleep too.”“Thank you sir” Mary replied and left.
Garen Oldecka almost laughed at the irony of the thought of getting some sleep.
I’ve been trying to get some sleep for about three years now and never have. Since Mimban, he had been on his own. He knew that he would probably never find love again. But as he thought of her, the memory of her softness, her smiles, he experienced a deep sadness. He quickly turned his head so that the rest of the crew couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore, breaking into a run, he reached his quarters, locked and bolted the door, and sat down on his bunk. He cried for a long time, he hugged himself, pretending that she was in his arms, just like she used to be.
Oh my love, please return to me he howled inwardly even as the tears streamed down his face.
I can’t go on anymore, I can’t! he had never endured pain such as this, this pain was not a stabbing lacerating pain as some people said they had experienced in battle. No, this was worse, this was a pain as if he had been split clean in two. His eyes burning, Garen Oldecka raged to himself inwardly.
Lucka I swear, I will kill you, you’ve taken everything from me. Across the lightyears of space, he hoped the smuggler heard him, His time would come, just like everyone else. And when it did, Garen Oldecka would look into his eyes with a cold smile. And just... walk away.
Mary Victoire was somewhat ambivalent about her new captain. She had served under two captains previously. But being chosen to be in the running for an Executive Officer position was just awe-inspiring.
I will live up to it. She thought. Mary also knew that, unless she displayed proficiency, she would not be considered, the entire crew would soon be up for examination, even the Captain had seemed on edge.
Then again, that may be the way he usually is Mary thought. Without even removing her uniform, she slumped onto the bunk and soon lost her thoughts as her subconscious mind took over and she finally began to sleep.
Quote:OOC: 893 words, hopefully this is the end of section one in terms of posts for me, Tryk please let me know what else I need to do
