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Ops Quarters - Settling In (anyone)

Posted Jan. 7, 2021, 6:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Benjamin Grey (Chief Medical Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Ops Quarters - Settling In (anyone)
Hammor entered the room where he would be living fo rthe foreseeable future and saw his gathered bags and crates sitting on the floor of his new quarters; so he took a breath and began to unpack. He liked the ship, and the crew seemed capable from what he had seen and read about so far.

On his desk, he placed a framed holo of the ‘Comet’s Folley’, the transport vessel he and Paul worked on after Paul rescued him from the Orion home world. The next was picture of him and Paul on Rigel IV at one of the amusement parks. He was probably eighteen at the time. On the wall behind him, Daggum hung a series of old Earth comic books sealed in environmentally stable displays. In the center of these was one called ‘Savage Dragon’, which Paul had given him and they laughed about how much Daggum and the main character looked alike. When all of these items were taken care of, Daggum stored his clothes and hung his uniforms.

A lot of officers simply replicated uniforms, but Daggum couldn’t bring himself to do that. Too many years with nothing made him very careful of what he had, so he kept the uniforms he requisitioned and cleaned them. His personal clothes were an eclectic assortment of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, sneakers, and boots. All worn, but well-cared for. The only new thing he had was a gray pinstripe suit outfit; complete with polished leather shoes (black), a gray dress shirt and a tie. Paul gave them to him when he received his first Department Head position on the USS Manhattan. He had said that Daggum would need to look presentable outside of work sometimes.

Crates came next, and various bits and baubles from the distant past and the near-past came out. A small model of the Academy encased in transparent aluminum. A model of the Manhattan and the Dresden. A leather bound notebook, tied closed. A voodoo doll of a Ferengi. Last, an assortment of coffee mugs, each emblazoned with the crest of the various commands he had served in or with through his career.

After all of that was organized and put away, there remained one last bag. And obviously old but still very sturdy brown bag made of some kind of rippled animal hide. It sat apart from everything near the far wall… as if Daggum was distancing himself from it. He regarded it with a furrowed brow. He sat on the edge of his sofa and looked at the bag for a long time. The bag, and it’s contents, brought back painful memories. Very painful. And in far more than emotional fashion. But, as he had learned with Paul’s help, the past is not something you can run from. So with a deep breath and shake of his bald, green head; he stood up and grabbed the bag and dropped it on the sofa and opened it, undoing the complicated series of straps with an ease that came from years of practice. From it, he began retrieving a series of weapons. All were well used but very well maintained; nicks and scratches on the blades, sweat, and… other… stains made each unique past their make and materials.

There was a large sword with a wicked-looking hook on the pommel which he hung on the wall behind his desk above the comics. Two smaller axes with blades of some dark crystalline mineral and handles of roughly forged metal were next. These he hung crossed above the doorway into the living room. A hide-wrapped three segmented spear, each segment connected by a fine chain, was hung on two hooks above the bathroom door. A knife made from an exceedingly large serrated tooth was placed on a stand on the front of his desk. And last was a simple round sphere made of a dull copper-colored metal banded around a gray stone. There were five depressions worn into the sphere towards one side, and Hammor picked it up by laying a finger in each, the object filling even his massive hand. He picked up the orb and hefted it a few times, his eyes clouding over. The memories attached to that particular piece were very painful, even all these years later. He set the orb on a wooden base on the small table in front of his couch, and stared at it for a few moments. He then shook his head and cleared his mind, and went to his desk. He sat down and looked around the room. It felt more familiar now, and that was a good thing. He tapped a few commands into the desk interface, letting the computer know that he was checked in and on duty.

Lt.(jg) Daggum Hammor, Chief Operations Officer

A few moments after the new Operations Chief signed in to the system a general message from Sickbay arrived to remind the officer to show up for his standard medical checkup for all new arrivals.

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