Stepping out

Posted on Sat Apr 10th, 2021 @ 2:59am by Lieutenant JG Stan More

Mission: Arriving
Location: Transporter room

Stan searched his kit bag. He was sure that he had packed them. It would be just his luck. That in his race to break away from his grandmother's grasp. He had left his books behind.

Due to his parents being archaeologists and teachers. Stan, his younger brother Boris , twin sisters Lisa and Nadia. Were raised by their maternal grandmother Morag McTaggard. A large formidable woman with a no nonsense attitude. But also a heart of gold. She had been widowed when Stan’s mother was quite young. Her husband Lt.Cmdr James ‘ Butch ‘ McTaggard had been killed. During the dominion war.

Stan knew she meant well. But insisting he shaved his goatee beard off. Literally minutes before he was due to be transported up to space dock. Was a little annoying for him. But fortunately for his goatee Stan ducked under her shaver weilding arms. Kissed her cheek and with his kit bag, under his arm. Left their house in Oxford Street Edinburgh.

He made it with seconds to spare. Once he was beamed up to the space dock. It took him minutes to find his transport. Now all Stan had to hope was that the USS Wellington would be at the rondevu point. Otherwise it would be back to Earth and he was sure. His goatee would be forfeit.

Stan loved to read real books. There was something tangible about them. That gave you a connection with the story you were reading. The story he was engrossed with at the moment was Treasure Island by Robbie Louis Stevenson. He loved this book ever since he was 7 when he first read it. Although he was nearly banned from reading it again. After a children’s game of pirates. Ended up with his friend wee Billy nearly drowning. After being made to walk the plank. How was Stan aged 7 to know that his friend could not swim?

More smiled to himself as he turned the pages. A beeping from the pilots cabin. Made Stan look up.

“ Lieutenant More. We are at the rondevu point. The USS Wellington is just off our port. You can see her through the window.” The pilot informed him.

Stan stood and looked at his new home. Putting his book away. It was truly amazing to see her. She was shaped differently to the USS Comfort. With her globe shaped front. The USS Wellington was a lot sleeker with smoother lines. A true thing of beauty.

Stan lifted his kit bag over his shoulder. He waited for the transporter effect to pull him away from the transport ship. He materialised onto the Wellington's transporter room. Waiting until he felt solid again. He stepped off the transporter pad. He gave the officer standing their a padd. With his transport details.

“ Lieutenant (jg) Stan More Assistant Chief Science Officer. Reporting for duty.” He said.