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Posted May 14, 2022, 8:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) (William Deaton)

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in En route, or: A new posting

Posted by Lieutenant Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in En route, or: A new posting

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in En route, or: A new posting
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=/\=About fifteen minutes out, Lt Forgrave.=/\= The sudden voice roused Issac from the half-awake state that he had slipped into. “Eh, what? Ah, yeah, thanks fer the heads-up.” Grumbling quietly, he straightened in his seat and rubbed at his eyes, forcing himself into wakefulness. He hadn’t intended to sleep at all, but he reckoned he was tired. He wasn’t sure of when last he’d been able to actually relax - sure, he’d made an effort to keep up with sleep (when he could), but that wasn’t quite the same thing.

Gathering the PaDDs that had slipped off of his lap, he stuffed them into the bag at his feet. He’d managed to make it through a few of the files, and he felt confident that he wouldn’t be hopelessly lost when he arrived aboard The Manhattan. Wonder what she’s like… He didn’t have as much experience as some of course, but there had been a vast difference between the Dresden and the Viking, and it made sense that this new posting would be every bit as different in it’s own way. Seems she’s got a good crew; at least according to tha reports. Not like that ever tells the whole story, but ah well. I’ll be finding out soon enough, I reckon.

=/\=Docking in sixty seconds.=/\=

Lieutenant Issac Forgrave

Shedda didn’t meet every new crew member as soon as they arrived. She did meet with them all at some point. But today she was in the shuttle bay awaiting the arrival of their new Chief of Security. One Issac Forgrave. The man came highly recommended and had experience with first contact situations, a skill they could use out here. He had also been through two decommissionings. Shedda wanted to make sure the Lt. felt welcome and had whatever he needed.

Shedda stood at 5‘6” with lime green skin, her red and black command uniform crisp. Her blue black hair was pulled back in a tight, neat bun while her electric blue eyes watched the shuttle glide in and set down on the bay floor.

Mal’athar, XO

Issac found himself mildly surprised as he stepped off the ramp; bag slung over his shoulder. He hadn’t expected to meet any of the command staff quite so soon; he wondered if the XO normally greeted new arrivals. But I reckon I ain’t able to slide under the radar any more - haven’t been able to for a while, really. “Commander Mal’athar, I reckon?” Despite the early hour, he managed a warm smile as he extended his hand in greeting.

-Forgrave

Stepping forward Shedda shook his hand firmly, careful as always of her grip. “I am. Welcome aboard, Lt Forgrave, and welcome to the Delta. Hopefully your trip through was uneventful?”

“Nice and quiet, nice and quiet. A welcome change of pace after… well, after my last posting and all the fallout from that mess.” Issac smiled ruefully at his somewhat cryptic comment; as much as he missed the Viking, he was honest enough to recognize that the change of pace was welcome.

An Ops officer came over offering to take his bag and get anything else transferred to his new quarters. “We had a crate arrive for you yesterday and already moved it this morning. Don’t worry we fed her first.” The NE babbled as he worked.

Mal’athar

Issac handed the bag over with a smile, hesitating only slightly - he always felt awkward letting someone else take his things; and he’d never quite gotten used to it. “Thank ya Ma’am; I appreciate it.” By the time he finally registered what the NE had actually said, they’d already scurried off, bag in hand. “Crate? What?” He turned to Shedda; bewilderment plain on his face. “Uh, did I hear that right? A… crate arrived, and she’s been fed? I uh… I’m missing something here, Ma’am. So far as I know, I did send some things ahead, but… ain’t nothing that needed to be fed.”

-Forgrave, the Confused

Shedda raised a brow, “That’s what I heard,” she said looking at the NE as she walked away. “Let’s see if we can figure it out.” She pulled a mini PaDD out of her pocket and pulled up the ship’s cargo manifest and everything earmarked for Lt Issac Forgrave and then handed the PaDD over. “Anything there look out of place.” Everything was listed for his own personal items, and then one listed as To Lt Forgrave From a Lt Bethany Gadi tagged as ‘live animal.’

Mal’athar, XO

Issac took the PaDD and started skimming the list, mentally checking off the items. And then he stopped in his tracks; reading the addendum several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. One live animal; from Lt Gadi… Just what did Bethany send me? Once he was satisfied that he had indeed read the manifest correctly, he caught back up to the XO. “Seems a former collegue of mine sent me… well, something. Only thing is, I ain’t got a clue what it might be - unless I just missed something, I wasn’t’ warned in advance about it.”

He considered the possibilities, but none of them seemed particularly likely. They’d remained in loose contact since their time on the Dresden, but to be frank, Issac wasn’t the best at keeping up with people - he had a tendency to get lost in his work, and it could easily be months before he remembered to reach out to his friends scattered across Federation space. Regarding Bethany and animals… the only thing he could really think of was Luna, the pet rabbit she had. Issac had always enjoyed coaxing the bun into performing various silly tricks in exchange for a steady supply of treats, but he couldn’t imagine a scenario where she would give Luna up; much less to him. Reckon I’ll just have to wait and see what’s in store for me…

Realizing he hadn’t actually answered the question, he finally replied to Mal’athar. “Well, nothing looks to be missing, that’s for sure. But as fer the ‘live animal’; well, all I got are some vague guesses. Used to work with Lt Gadi on the Dresden; I think we got along quite well, really. I remember she had a pet rabbit, Luna - but… well, short of something happening to her, I can’t imagine Luna ending up with me. But void; I ain’t got a clue - certainly ain’t nothing I was told about in advance, at least. But I reckon it can’t be too dangerous, right? So long as it ain’t a crate of Tribbles though, I reckon.” Forgrave shot a wry smile at the XO. Sending someone a crate of Tribbles was generally considered an unkind act at best; if not fragrantly illegal.

-Forgrave


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