Senior Crewman Tosth “Fishhead” Aaaiser felt alone once again.
The reassurance he had felt from Petty Officer Docker Gibbs melted in the face of a crew who stared at him as if he had the potential to be as dangerous as a rampaging rancor. Being alone on a corvette like this was not what he expected. But, regardless, he trudged towards the bridge, where he was told Warrant Officer Wyl Trykon would be.
After what felt like hours of alienation, he reached the bridge, where he did not meet Wyl Trykon, but instead met the corvette’s Executive Officer, Warrant Officer Artur Phylas.
Both officers eying each other wearily, Fishhead broke the ice. “I was told I could find Captain Trykon on the bridge. Do you know where the captain may be?”
“I thought you had been assigned to work with Petty Officer Gibbs? Why are you not with him right now?”
Thinking he could get reprimanded, he chose his next few words very carefully. “Sir, Mr. Gibbs gave me the rest of the day off. To get settled in. I have an assignment for tomorrow. However, he told me to report to Captain Trykon to receive my quarters.”
“I’ll never understand you medical types. You all are a bunch of softies. If I were your Commanding Officer, you’d already have been working. Why did Gibbs tell you to report to Captain Trykon just for an assignment of quarters? I can handle it just as well.”
“I don’t know why I was told to report to the Captain, sir. I wouldn’t mind speaking to him, though, if you don’t mind, sir.”
“Fine. I’ll comm him. He’ll be here in a minute.”
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When Wyl Trykon arrived on the bridge, there was a silence that penetrated his skin, chilling him. There stood the Defiance’s Executive Officer and a Mon Calamari officer that he did not recognize.
Breaking the silence, Trykon said, “Artur, what’s going on?”
Phylas suddenly turned on Trykon, snapping with “this Mon Calamari claims to be an Imperial officer with rank and name of Senior Crewman Tosth Aaaiser. This is what is going on. He wants to speak to you and was instructed to get his quartering assignment from you.”
Taking in the human’s words, he looked more closely at the Mon Calamari. Indeed, it was the amphibian that he had worked with aboard the PLF Cappadocious. Even down to the extremely bulbous eyes.
“Phylas, this Mon Calamari is who he says he is. I trained him aboard the Cappadocious. He is indeed Senior Crewman Tosth “Fishhead” Aaaiser. If he wants to talk to me, then let him. Your presence will no longer be needed, Artur.”
“But, sir-“
“I said that your presence is no longer needed. I will be fine with Crewman Aaaiser.”
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When Artur had finally left, only two beings were left on the bridge.
Senior Crewman Tosth “Fishhead” Aaaiser and Warrant Officer Wyl “Trick” Trykon.
“Welcome aboard, Crewman Aaaiser. Good to see you again. Hope you’ve gotten settled in.”
The amphibian’s eyes bulged as a silent response. “Thank you, sir. Unfortunately it seems that I cannot escape prejudice, even here. Doctor Gibbs and you are the only two aboard who do not seem disturbed by my presence. It’s quite unsettling.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Fishhead. Give them some time to get used to you. They’ll see your worth in time. Even Artur.”
“Sir, thank you. I need some quarters, though. I would like to get settled in. It’s been a long day and rest would be greatly appreciated. I have an unknown task tomorrow after breakfast. Doctor Gibbs told me to invite you to come down to his office if time allowed you to observe my task.”
“I will most certainly consider it, Fishhead. Now, as for your quarters. I’ll give you something close to medical.”
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