Coming to terms

Posted on Sun Jul 2nd, 2023 @ 3:34am by Consul Andrinn Orin

Mission: Season 6: Episode 3: Far From Home
Location: Command Tent
Timeline: Md1, 0800hrs
534 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

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Consul Andrinn Orin was standing in the command tent with his uniform and jacket on, trying to warm up as he looked over some of the Diplomatic Corps reports. While there weren't any sort of diplomatic emergencies on the planet, it didn't mean that stuff couldn't and wouldn't happen.

However, they hadn't happened yet and Orin considered himself lucky. While looking over several of his reports, especially with how his team were spread throughout the camp and helping in other areas, Orin was hearing something about the status of the ship itself. It wasn't entirely back to normal, but from what he heard from various people was that the ship was coming to the point that they might be able to come back up to the ship before too long.

Looking up from the PADD in his hand, Orin looked around the command tent and saw the buzz of activity that surrounded him. He had forgotten that the ship was being repaired for a moment in such a moment like this. Yes, they were surviving on his planet and they were doing a damned good job at it, Orin forgot about the brave men and women that were going back and forth to try and make the ship able to get us off this planet hopefully once and for all.

A young man tapped Orin on the shoulder and handed him a status report and update on the ship. Orin was a member of the command crew and reported directly to Captain Taylor and Commodore Lalor, so he was privy to some information before others. The status update was that the ship was slowly coming together and should hopefully be operational shortly. Lifting his head and looking towards the sky, Orin smiled gently and whispered to himself after the young Ensign walked away was, "Thank the heavens for small miracles. I can't wait for a good shower and to sleep in my own bed for once."

Orin thought back to Sam as well. He hadn't talked to him for a bit of time, as they've had conflicting shifts lately. But, when Sam woke up, Orin knew that he wanted to go and talk to him. Maybe even get a bite to eat because the ship getting closer to being space worthy was something that wasn't to be taken lightly.

The crew of the Elysium had been on this planet for quite some time now. While some species, like the Andorians, could and probably were enjoying the weather, not all species were built for this type of weather. The Vulcans and Tholians were two species Orin could easily rattle off that weren't wholly able to fend well in colder climates, but Orin was sure they made do with what they had.

However, before Andrinn could think of something else, another Ensign tapped him on his shoulder and handed him another PADD with more information from the command crew. Before he did or said anything, Andrinn wanted to make sure the information he received was the most accurate and up-to-date information.

Smiling, Orin dismissed the Ensign and headed towards the offices of the CO and XO.

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Consul Andrinn Orin
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Elysium