Damage Done

Posted on Tue Nov 24th, 2009 @ 2:51pm by Ensign Lucretia Rubelle

Mission: Into a Devil's Heart
Location: Starbase Ronin

With hands resting upon a window sill Lucy stood on the main concourse of Ronin staring down into the dry-dock as the USS Lincoln was brought in for refitting. The clamor of the resident crew surrounded the uncharacteristically serene Ensign as she waited for word that she was to beam aboard what was to be her new home for the next leg of the strange odyssey that was her life. Already her keen eyes drank in the decadent remains of the aging starship that lazily came to rest just on the other side of the thick window pane. Pressure fatigue, Ionization of hull plating, micro-asteroid strikes, and from the looks of it partially incomplete reactions in the core. Even without a structural analysis she could tell that the crew here was going to have one doozey of a job ahead of them.

A voice came over her Comm, it was an Engineering officer named Burrows, or was it Murrows? She could never remember, but he was a nice enough fellow to offer to page her when the time had come so she could leave the transporter room for a coffee to steady her nerves. =Ensign Rubelle, we are ready to beam you aboard as soon as you're prepared to leave.=

Chiming the Transporter Room back she repressed a wistful sigh, "Understood. En Route." Her reply was sharp and logistical as one whose experience tended towards a more rigorous pace and little time for pleasantries. Stiffly reaching down and grumbling about the discomfort of the dress uniform she wore Lucy shouldered her duffel and took the short walk back towards Engineering. She had never been overly concerned with her appearance, but knew that first impressions were always important when meeting your new CO and dressing up often made for a good start. As she walked she thought about the Lincoln, with its way worn and battered hull, and the adventures it must have seen out amongst the stars undertaking missions of a kind she could only have dreamed about while maintaining shuttle crafts on runs from Station to Station and Station to Ship, but all of that was about to change starting today. Those same crucibles that tried the Lincoln and her crew awaited her now and she couldn't wait to throw herself into the breach.

As she arrived in the Transporter Room the operator of that great machine, marvel of the world of physics and matter redefinition, stood at the ready with Ensign Burrows (or Murrows) at his side. "You look keen all dressed up like a real officer, Lucy." The Operator teased only half in earnest as the Specialist took her position on the dais.

"Don't get used to it, Lorre." She chided light heartedly, slinging her duffel to rest at her feet as she awaited the strange but familiar rush of transportation. "Now, get me the hell off of this bucket of rust." She was going to miss the friends and acquaintances she'd made during her short stay aboard the Ronin, but it was time to move on to newer and better things.

"Engergize."...

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Ensign L. Rubelle
Damage Control Specialist
USS Iapetus