Late night exploration
Posted on Tue Jan 24th, 2023 @ 4:58am by Lieutenant JG Damien Blackford
Mission:
MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Timeline: 2396 - A few months after coming onboard
548 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure
“Sir.”
Damien looked up a quizzical expression on his face. Standing next to his desk, a 30-something Security Officer stood next to him, holding a PaDD. His rank insignia identified him as a Petty Officer. “Can I help you?” Damien asked, sitting up straight.
“Just need you to sign off on these orders.” Damien nodded, taking the PaDD from him, and scribbling a signature along the bottom.
“Here.” He said, handing the PaDD back to the Officer, smiling weakly at him, watching as he walked off. Once he was alone, he slumped back in his chair. He was still struggling to get used to the idea of older, more experienced officers needing his approval for things. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced up at the clock. 2100 hours. He still had three hours left on his shift. And being down here in the Brig, well, it wasn’t exactly the most exciting shift. Still, he couldn’t expect too much. He was fresh out the Academy. He was lucky enough to have gotten a posting to the Elysium, one of the best ships in the fleet. Any job he took here was worth it.
With midnight come and gone, Damien left the Brig, running a hand through his hair. He knew he should head back to his quarters, and get some sleep, but he wasn’t tired. And if he went back to his quarters, he was just gonna end up lying in bed for hours. Why do that, when he still had so much og the ship left to explore.
Walking over to the nearby access panel, he called up the ships deck listing, scanning for something that sounded interesting. Scrolling through, he stopped when he got to the listing for deck 10. “Civilian Promenade.” He muttered under his breath, expanding the deck listing. “Irish bar. Axe throwing. Chinese restaurant.” Glancing at his watch he sighed. Quarter past twelve. Would anything up there even be open still. Shrugging, he turned around and headed towards the Turbolift. Only one way to find out.
As he approached the lift, he stopped. Since coming on board, he hadn’t done a whole lot of exercise. Civilian Promanade was Deck 10. He was on Deck 18. Yeah. He could do that. Turning around, he headed to the nearby Jeffries tube. Opening the access hatch, he ducked under and in, looking at the ladder that descended the decks. Stretching, he rolled up the sleeves of his uniform and started the climb down.
About half an hour later he found himself at the access hatch for Deck 10. Ducking through, he stretched again, looking around, before heading in the direction of the Promenade. Stepping through the doors, he looked around. A few shops and bars still appeared to be open, and there were a few Crewmembers, most likely just finished the Beta shift like him.
Looking around, he saw a friendly looking pub, and headed over, walking in. Ordering a beer from the bar, he looked around and spotted a table with a single Medical Officer sitting there. ‘Well, need to start trying to make friends somehow.’ He thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the table. “Mind if I join you?” He asked, smiling.
