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tactical_alert) wrote2007-09-20 07:29 pm
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theatrical_muse #196: Congratulations! You have been granted one
The ocean air smelled like home, and it always seemed to take him a few moments to reacquire his 'land legs' after so much time he spent on the water. It was second nature to him to navigate by the stars as well as by the most accurate and advanced instruments the 22nd century had to offer.
And just because Earth had looked to the stars didn't mean the sea wasn't just as important.
He gazed skyward, as if through the clouds and beyond the blue, he could see the ships in orbit or in some far distant star system. No, space wasn't for him, but rather following in his father's footsteps as had been planned.
It amused him, in some deeply ironic way, that the ships of the sea had been the first to bear the iconic name, and now they were about to name the newest ship in the fleet in dedication to the first warp 5 starship. He'd met Captain Archer once, a respectable man to be sure. And after all the good work that had been done, why not bring another Enterprise into the line? Which would be overlooked and underrated; nobody would ever truly appreciate all the beauty in every sleek line and airtight weld except for the engineers--and himself. But he would put all of his love into the speech he was to make, the dedication, the ceremonial bottle-breaking from centuries past. The vague sound of clapping signaled the end of one speech and the beginning of another.
"And now, it is my honour to introduce Admiral Malcolm Reed."
***
Ensign Alana Hart smiled at him from across the armoury, alive and well.
***
What this Harris fellow offered just didn't sound like the most appealing option to the young Ensign. "Sorry, I'm not interested, sir. No, of course I won't tell anyone you met with me. If you'll excuse me, sir, I have duties to attend to."
***
He laughed, the rest of the table in a small uproar as well. The chattering continued. Some to him, some to each other. But he couldn't help but notice, as he noticed most times in the mess hall while he and his friends swapped stories, that Commander Tucker always seemed to sit alone with his nose buried in some padd. It wasn't that the man was particularly unpopular...or, at least, he didn't think he would be if that bloody engineer would ever open up to anybody.
***
His father nodded slowly. "I understand. Malcolm, you know your mother and I will support any decision you make, so long as you're doing what you want and you don't get yourself into any trouble."
***
Me? I'd wish someone else had the wish. My life's rather--as Mr. Tucker might put it--'hunky dory' at the moment. Besides, you wouldn't want to hear what I'd wish for; I'd only put you to sleep.
And just because Earth had looked to the stars didn't mean the sea wasn't just as important.
He gazed skyward, as if through the clouds and beyond the blue, he could see the ships in orbit or in some far distant star system. No, space wasn't for him, but rather following in his father's footsteps as had been planned.
It amused him, in some deeply ironic way, that the ships of the sea had been the first to bear the iconic name, and now they were about to name the newest ship in the fleet in dedication to the first warp 5 starship. He'd met Captain Archer once, a respectable man to be sure. And after all the good work that had been done, why not bring another Enterprise into the line? Which would be overlooked and underrated; nobody would ever truly appreciate all the beauty in every sleek line and airtight weld except for the engineers--and himself. But he would put all of his love into the speech he was to make, the dedication, the ceremonial bottle-breaking from centuries past. The vague sound of clapping signaled the end of one speech and the beginning of another.
"And now, it is my honour to introduce Admiral Malcolm Reed."
***
Ensign Alana Hart smiled at him from across the armoury, alive and well.
***
What this Harris fellow offered just didn't sound like the most appealing option to the young Ensign. "Sorry, I'm not interested, sir. No, of course I won't tell anyone you met with me. If you'll excuse me, sir, I have duties to attend to."
***
He laughed, the rest of the table in a small uproar as well. The chattering continued. Some to him, some to each other. But he couldn't help but notice, as he noticed most times in the mess hall while he and his friends swapped stories, that Commander Tucker always seemed to sit alone with his nose buried in some padd. It wasn't that the man was particularly unpopular...or, at least, he didn't think he would be if that bloody engineer would ever open up to anybody.
***
His father nodded slowly. "I understand. Malcolm, you know your mother and I will support any decision you make, so long as you're doing what you want and you don't get yourself into any trouble."
***
Me? I'd wish someone else had the wish. My life's rather--as Mr. Tucker might put it--'hunky dory' at the moment. Besides, you wouldn't want to hear what I'd wish for; I'd only put you to sleep.