Posted Jan. 21, 2022, 9:08 p.m. by Vanessa Slade (CNS) (Kate O'Neill)
Vanessa exited the transfer shuttle looking more like a tourist than a Starfleet officer. In her left hand, she was pulling a rolling luggage case that had not one but two large duffle bags strapped to it. This monstrosity was ungainly and hard to maneuver by itself, and yet that was not all that the woman was carrying. On her right arm was a duffle bag like the ones strapped to her luggage only smaller. On her back, Vanessa also sported a backpack. No one would have looked twice if she had been arriving at Risa, Hawaii, or some other locale; however stepping foot off a shuttle and onto a ship, everyone looked twice, thrice, and at times just plain stared.
After apologizing again to several people that she had bumped, knocked, and whacked with her luggage, Vanessa moved off to the side and pulled out her personal communicator. Twenty messages were flashing in her mailbox. Letting out a groan she leaned against the wall and began to play them.
Message one flashed and played. “Yo call ma,” Dennis’ message was short and to the point.
Message two flashed and played. “Ness call ma. I’m tired of Dalton blowing me up,” Dexter said followed by the clatter of some tool on a concrete floor. The closing was not I love you or some other term of affection but a flurry of curse words indicating whatever was dropped had caused an injury.
Message three flashed and played. “Hey thanking me yet. If not suck it. You will tonight. Flight came through an’ hour ago and all the people lost their luggage. Stop whining. You got your bags. Never trust the blokes working at Logan,” Duncan Slade’s voice rang deep and gruff. Vanessa rolled her eyes hating she listened to her brother not trust the Starfleet quartermaster. Dropping the duffle from her shoulder she rubbed it as she listen to the next message.
Message four flashed and played. “Vanessa remember to sit by the fire extinguisher. Duncan said he was fixin’ one of those Federation jalopies that caught fire. Packed you one in place of your hairdryer.” Danny’s voice said eliciting a groan from Vanessa. If he tossed her hairdryer she was going to kill him. Looking around however she stopped playing the messages on speaker. It would not make a good first impression to have one of her knucklehead brothers question the construction of her new home or the pep of the warp engine.
Picking up her bag, she glanced down at her watch. Vanessa would never admit to anyone in her family there had been some shuttle issues. She would never hear the end of it. The problem was if she did not get moving, she was going to be late for her check-in with the new CO and that would be a problem. Grabbing her duffle and hoisting it onto her right shoulder she grabbed her luggage with her left hand and moved down the hall looking for a turbo.
Vanessa Slade
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