Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in The Return

Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in The Return
“Captain!” screams sounded aloud in his head “Captain, wake up!” it seemed like a hopeful light was at the end of the tunnel. It have been a while since he stepped back in his role and he was so anxious, like a first year cadet What if they do not remember me? he thought cycling the same question, again and again
“Give me an adrenaline shot! We’re losing him!”. and then suddenly the black turned colorful.
He saw many memories aboard the Leviathan… Good old days, but something was missing and the man knew that something wasn’t there What happened in these months? Why I can’t remember?

Unknown of the circumnstances, Erve was given lost after a recovery mission and his body was not found. Many believed him dead, some kept his memories alive. The truth was that he was alive indeed.
Found in a biological capsule of unknown origins, a merchant ship called out the attention of the Leviathan that retrieved and examined the shell. It was a surprise to find again that the Captain was indeed inside but not responsive. Transported in a stasis pod, Erve was the taken to 237 so the mission of the Levi could keep going on.

“Where the hell is the adrenaline shot?!” Shouted a doctor at the Starbase medbay “Here doc!” it was a moment, but a scary one because many hidden threats could awfully end his journey. Luckily for Erve it was not the case “UUHHHHHH!” he gasped searching for air to breeth. He looked right, then left and saw the medical corps that was in that moment assisting him “W- Where am I? WHERE?!”
agitated the Captain realized he was not onboard that alien space dock anymore. His tears started to flow down his cheeks, his heart was beating like it wanted to get out his chest. He jumped down the biobed and immediately sought familiar faces, which were not there.
Stranded on a corner of the sickbay the doctor prepared a relaxant dose, just in case the good Captain refused to understand “You’re safe… now” one tried to reassure him “And what if you’re one of those… THING?!” he pointed a plasma cutter toward the corps “UH?! WHERE IS MY CREW?!” to be honest his doubts were more than justified. It was hell for the bajoran staying in that dimension, so lonely, so tortured and confused…
It took a while for Erve to be sure he was effectively on the starbase and not in some sort of weird simulation. Security teams came in and out the sickbay as Erve was more than a threat, almost like an anomaly himself. But then, when crewmates of the Leviathan showed up, his mind refused to believe he was yet on a psychic trick or something, dropping the “weapon”, surrendering to the Starbase local force.

It is unnecessary to tell what happened after, I do believe every Starfleet officer have passed at least one traumatic event and knows how protocols are followed. So as 5 weeks have passed, Manhattan the RCO yet gets doubts but it is declared fit for duty. With his insignia on the chest, gun and pride, he stepped on the transporter pad for another adventure, perhaps in the true reality of the universe. With the word “Energize” the bajoran dictated his return to the life he conducted prior the dissappearance. It’s game on, the Captain is back.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

As he rematerialized in the transporter room, Casela would be waiting. “Welcome home Captain Manhattan.” The whole of the RTF had fallen into utter chaos in his absence. Such as the posturing between departments had left them with seemingly no leader. Casela, with the help of the 2nd squad had taken a firm hand and at least returned things to what had been the status quo. With much effort Cobb was now accepted as the replacement and head of the ship. But the news of Manhattan’s soon to be return had set the whole department buzzing. Most of it good, some, like 1st squadron had the idea things would return to the way they were. But all were genuinely happy and eager for his return. Some more than others, Casela thought with a grin. Niven and the rest of the Black Devils had the containment decks up on alert and ready to present for his inspection. “We are all glad to have you back. It hasn’t been the same. Absolutely no one in RTF is willing to give me a decent workout since you’ve been gone. And no one has your appreciation for a fine weapon.”

Erve was confused at first but stepping down the pad he recognized Casela’s face and he was utterly happy to meet again someone he knew, and wasn’t just a pudding of biological stuff, imitating the ones he cared so much. But of course he would not show all the happiness right away and with a fake terrorized face he took a phaser and pointed out at Casela’s face “Tell me, how many weapons I do have in my office?” he could not help but grin, knowing that it was in the end a joke.

The captain left all his belongings on the floor and holstered the phaser to run and hug the woman. His energy, the tight hug, were sign of relief and actually a good sign as he wasn’t in the mood for several days before boarding “Jesus, you must have ordered them the lower decks latrine clean up drill. Or some kind of Dave related stuff! It have been a long journey, Casela.” he looked a moment the Lieutenant “It’s damn awesome to be back again! I’ll make those tired arses be on the line once again.” he then promised.

She escorted Erve down the corridors to the turbolift and onto deck 13. Upon stepping out Liweh’s deep resonate Klingon baritone boomed out, “Captain On Deck!” and the entirety of RTF: squadrons, scientist, engineers, support personnel, came to a crisp and immediate attention. Casela grinned, she’d arranged for this before Manhattan had to report back to Cobb. Erve was soft spoken and it wasn’t until he’d disappeared that the entire crew realized how much they had actually depended on him and what it meant to loose him. She thought this was a much more fitting welcome than simply reporting for duty. Casela stepped back next to Niven who stepped out and announced, “Ready for your inspection, Sir!”
Lt Synthi-er, RTF
RTF Personnel

“What’s this?!” his incredule eyes were almost like tearing of emotions.
With a cough he imediately stood straight and felt again the command sensation flowing his veins. Lord if it was magnificent “You guys are awesome, but… I must do it. Show arms for inspection! I want them clean, loaded, fricking smelling like roses. To whoever has the uniform slightly dirty he or she will wash Bog’s quarters! I know you were anxious for my arrival but…” he stopped giggling “I’m joking, everyone come here!” and he opened his arms for a group hug. Home sweet home, an old eartling said.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO