Posted April 30, 2021, 10:53 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ander Garay (Chief Engineer) (Jared Kurz)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ander Garay (Chief Engineer) in Return to the Kirn System
The freighter docked with the station and Ander walked through the connecting tunnel to the concourse. It had been eight years since he last set foot on these floors, and the station really hadn’t changed much in that time. If anything, it was quieter than he remembered. Starbase 842 really was the backwater of the Federation. Far from the action, and far from anything interesting if you ignored the ghosts. So what the devil was he doing here?! He glanced at the PADD that contained his orders:
‘Report to Starbase 842 for reassignment with all dispatch. Dr.1.’
Well, he was here. But the orders were frustratingly vague. He walked over to a comm panel.
“Computer, this is Lieutenant Commander Ander Garay.”
=/\= Welcome to Starbase 842. =/\=
“Transfer number 0189 00 O145-9 checking in.” The display showed his transfer number, but then turned red.
=/\= There is no record of your transfer number. Unable to proceed with your request. =/\= Ander held up his PADD and compared the numbers to those on the display, confirming that the computer had registered it correctly.
“Then what am I doing here?” He asked in frustration.
=/\= Unknown. Please contact station administration. =/\=
“Contact the administrator,” he said.
=/\= Station administrator Alvaraz is currently in a meeting. Please try again later. =/\= Ander breathed an exasperated sigh, then turned and continued to walk along the concourse. At the minimum he could at least find something to eat.Garay, CE
After lunch, Ander had tried to contact the station’s administrator again. He was informed he was still unavailable, but was directed to an assistant who transferred him to another department head. He found himself standing in a spartan office for the station’s operation’s manager while they attempted to find out what to make of his transfer paperwork.
“Sorry about the inconvenience,” the Denobulan man said in a nasally voice. “For some reason your transfer orders were never finalized. You only received a draft copy. But I can tell you that this station didn’t request you, so I have a pretty good idea who did.” A few button pushes later he smiled. “Ah ha!” He turned to look at Ander. “I was right!”
“Right about what?” Ander asked.
“You’re part of the special project. Head down to the conference room on deck thirty-eight, section two. Your party will be there.”
“Thank you for your help,” Ander said as he picked up his bag and headed to the door.
“Solving problems is what I do best!” The man said with a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. Ander strode out into the corridor and made his way to the reception. Things were starting to make more sense, though what special project he was to be part of was still a mystery.
Garay, CE
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