Time to Settle In
Posted on Mon Jul 19th, 2010 @ 3:24am by Lieutenant JG Morgan Faye
Edited on on Mon Jul 19th, 2010 @ 5:34am
729 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
Peace, or Something Like It
Location: USS Calypso - Deck 12
Timeline: Current
[USS Calypso - Deck 12]
Morgan stepped off the lift. She nodded with a smile to a few different crew members as she passed them while making her way down the corridor. It had been a busy few days for her. Not only was she aboard a new ship. A galaxy class vessel. She wasn't all that familiar with this type of vessel. While it is true that she had reviewed manuals and read about the ship she had found it to be true that each vessel felt differently. Some would think that she was a little bit crazy for thinking like that but she also knew that there were others that would completely agree with her.
There was the case of being on a new vessel with new crew members. She had a lot to learn about them, and how each of them work. And then there was the case of her becoming the Assistant Chief Operations officer. She loved the title and the new responsibilities that came with it. However, she was still trying to figure out just why she was chosen. There was much to their new chief. She had found the man to be irritating at best but there was also something about him that was a mystery. And then there was the case of him being a rather attractive.
She blushed lightly as she caught herself having random inappropriate thoughts about her new boss. But she couldn't help it for whatever reason. It might be that it had been a while since she had really connected with anyone in such a matter. She shook her head. "Get a hold of yourself, Morgan."
Entering a right combination of buttons on her door panel the door opened and she stepped in. The busy days aboard the vessel had kept her from unpacking her belongings. For the first time in her Starfleet career she had been blessed with new own quarters. It was different, but she wouldn't complain.
However, the quarters looked very bare, they were furnished with the standard Starfleet furniture that is found across any quarter on this vessel and also on every Starfleet vessel. But it didn't have that personal touch. If she was to be comfortable in these quarters she needed that touch. Often she found herself working late, and often she slept in a lab but ever so often she enjoyed coming to her home and relaxing.
She looked at the boxes located in the middle of the room in front of a glass coffee table. She took a deep breath. It was going to be a very late night with unpacking and then there was the case of a morning meeting so she couldn't stay up late. Her eyes wondered over to the replicator. A grin sneaked onto her face. Coffee was going to be her best friend in the morning.
She wondered over to the replicator. "Computer, one plate of hash browns wish one egg over-easy and a couple of sausages, and one tall glass of orange juice." It was breakfast food, and she knew that much but she had skipped breakfast and over the past few days she had been craving just that. It reminded her of breakfasts she would have back at home. The computer never made them as good as her mom but she still ate everything on the plate every time.
After grabbing her food off the replicator she walked to the table and placed her plate down. She took a rather large sip of her orange juice and then placed the glass down next to the plate and turned her attention towards her boxes. There was only five or six boxes of medium size so it wouldn't take all night but still a good portion of it.
She looked up and around her quarters. A small danced gently on her lips as she took it all in. Her future was looking bright and she was looking forward to all new challenges that were going to come with her new life.
"You've done good girl, now just keep it up." She told herself as she took a seat and grabbed her plate. First order of business was to eat, can't work on an empty stomach. And than it was time to settle in.
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Lieutenant JG Morgan Faye [NPC]
Assistant Chief Operations Officer
USS Calypso