Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Side Sim - It’s Been a While, But…

Posted by Lindsay Bayes in Side Sim - It’s Been a While, But…

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Side Sim - It’s Been a While, But…
Hammor had settled down for the evening, but his mind was restless. Something was nagging at the back of his mind and he couldn’t grasp it…

He was missing something. Something important. Five days aboard and he was getting in the groove, but something was missing.

He got up off the couch and went to his desk, and started going through his ever-present list of tasks. Nothing. Nothing eased his mind. Getting frustrated, he stood up nd went to the bedroom. In the closet, he retrieved his gym bag. “Haven’t checked out the gym, no time like the present.” he thought to himself. As he walked out of the bedroom and into the living area, his gaze happened onto the model of the USS Manhattan, his first posting as Chief Operations Officer… and he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew what was missing, and the thought made his throat close up and his mouth go dry.

Faye…

He had known her less than a week… and that was going on a year past. “She probably doesn’t even remember me…” he mumbled, even as the memory of their one and only meal together in the Officer’s Mess came unbidden to his mind.

He missed her. If he was honest with himself, he would admit he had since he left, but that was a part of himself he typically kept well in check… until just now.

Sure, he had thought about her quite a bit right after he left the Manhattan. But she was in the Delta Quadrant… so far removed as to be almost fictional. But… Hammor knew she had helped design and install the communications relay that allowed subspace calls through the worm hole. And he knew it was functional, or at least had been when he left, so…

The bag fell to the floor and he took three giant steps and plopped down in the chair at his desk. Tapping some commands into the interface, he requested a subspace channel to the Manhattan. It took a few minutes, but soon the face of a young Deltan appeared. =/\= USS Manhattan, Commander. What can we do for you, sir? =/\= she asked. =/\= Patch me through to Lieutenant Faye Calloway, if she is available please.=/\= The Ensign nodded and in a moment the screen showed a rotating Star Fleet icon as the call was relayed to wherever she was on the ship.

Hammor, COO

The sleep aide had helped. It had been more than a cat nap and in fact she had managed a few hours of sleep before her mind had drifted into the bizarre place that was her subconscious. And it was there that sleep became a dangerous thing.

This time there was no one to wake her from her night terror.

Throwing a light grey oversized knit sweater over the form fitting black garment, Faye padded out into her living room. “Computer, time?”

=/\=The time is 0207 hours.=/\=

“Great,” she muttered. Going back to sleep was unlikely, and it was too early to call the counsellor as the captan had instructed.

But then a beep at her computer told her there was an incoming call. Frowning, Faye moved over to her desk and sat down, her brows lifting as she saw it was coming from the USS Athena. That was odd. She didn’t know anyone there. And it was rather a coincidence that she was even in her quarters. For all this person knew, she was still in the brig under charges and the call would have gone unanswered. Despite looking exhausted and very much like she had been through the ringer, Faye reached out and opened the call, her curiosity once again getting the better of her.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist (USS Manhattan)

As the screen came to life Hammor saw Faye for the first time in many months, and for a minute he froze before he stammered “Fa- er, Lieutenant Calloway? I don’t know if you remember me… Daggum Hammor? I was on the Manhattan? We arrived pretty close to the same time? I was the new Ops Chief and you had just come on to install the new comms relay. Which… uh… I guess was successful.. since… we’re uh… talking… now… and everything.”

Her stormy grey-green eyes widened. Of all the people in the galaxy, he was about the last one she expected to call her. Actually, no, that wasn’t ture. But this was certainly unexpected.

His brain screamed at him to relax and he took a deep breath and calmed himself a bit. “I hope I didn’t wake you. I had no way of knowing what your ship’s time was at the moment…”

Hammor

Faye shook her head. =/\=You didn’t wake me,=/\= she said softly. =/\=It’s oh-two-hundred here, but I couldn’t sleep.=/\= Resting an arm on the edge of her desk, she gazed at the Orion with something of a mystified expression. She had had many tests in those first few days and it had been surprisingly easy to spend time with Daggum. Which he surely understood after they had realized they shared a similar traumatic experience. Her and Orions generally didn’t mix, and yet she had enjoyed every minute she had spent with him those first days as they settled into the ship. And Faye had been far more social than her record would have suggested. But there had been reasons for that beyond a surprising comfort with the man.

Which brought her immediately back to her current predicament. =/\=And of course I remember you. You’re rather hard to forget,=/\= she said, feeling her eyes well with tears. Turning her head to the side, Faye bent her arm and cupped her chin in her hand, clamping her fingers over her mouth to stifle the unexpected sob that tried to escape.

Lowering her hand, she had managed to regain some composure and gazed at him apologetically. =/\=I’m sorry. It’s just been a really… rough… =/\= She trailed off and shook her head, casting her gaze elsewhere.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist