Tangy and Sour

Posted on Wednesday January 5th, 2022 @ 10:42am by Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Miller

Mission: EPISODE 1: SHAKEDOWN
Location: Iscadar City, Betazed
Timeline: MD01 1630

ON:

The USS Pembroke had been an exciting posting for Jennifer Miller. The Lieutenant Commander had served onboard the Cardiff-class vessel for five years, and the decision to move on had not entirely been her choice.

Five years as a second officer is more than enough time to gain enough experience to take that next step to becoming an executive officer. Both the commanding and executive officers onboard the Pembroke knew that Jennifer was ready to move on in her career; hell, even Jennifer herself knew deep down, but she had made the Pembroke her home. She had friends there, close friends. Colleagues that she had come to consider to be close friends because of their shared experiences together. She didn’t really want to move away from that.

When Captain Alan Wright had called her into his ready room a month ago, she knew what the meeting would be about: her promotion and impending transfer away from the Pembroke. She was not pleased when the captain broke the news to her, but she accepted it with grace and understanding. After all, any promotion is a reason to be proud of ones achievements. Not to mention the fact that she had been blocking the way for promising young officers to be promoted to second officer in her place.

Jennifer had already been onboard the Oberon several times within the last couple of weeks, helping to oversee preparations for her launch. But for the last few days she had been on Betazed, enjoying the sights and sounds of one of the Federation’s most populated yet rural planets. Sitting in a small cafe in Iscadar City, she sipped on the cool ‘tropical’ flavoured drink she had ordered a few moments ago from the bar. It was tangy and sour, but refreshing at the same time.

Suddenly her comm-badge bleeped with the familiar sound of an incoming transmission. “Oberon to Miller.”

Jennifer recognised the voice as belonging to Ensign T’Rek, a Vulcan communications officer she had come to know quite well over the past few weeks. “Go ahead Ensign.”

“Good afternoon, Commander. I have been informed that your presence is required back onboard the Oberon.” The cool, calm and collected voice of the Vulcan explained. “The boatswain requires your assistance to oversee the equipment storage in cargo bays three and four.”

“Thank you for informing me.” The woman gulped the last few mouthfuls of her tangy and sour drink, “I’m on my way. Miller out.” She smiled as she got to her feet, the feeling of excitement building up within her. Despite not wanting to move away from the Pembroke, she was really looking forward to what adventures lay ahead of her onboard the Oberon.


OFF:
Lt Commander Jennifer Miller
Executive Officer
USS Oberon, NCC-80110