Lieutenant Anton Richards: The Ceremony Is About To Start
Writer Guy
((The Writer's Room, Deck 8, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Anton’s assignment on the OEB so far had been pretty “normal” by Starfleet standards. But the energy in the air had changed. It was awards time and the excited atmosphere around the ship said just that. His new arrival meant he would mostly be partaking as an observer which was fine by him, he didn’t have to feel nervous or humble, he was able to just sit back and bask in the goings on around him.
Anton approached the table that had been designated for Secuity and Tactical and spotted the familiar face of Jack Kessler, he had served with Jack on all three ships and he shot Jack a grin and a nod. He noticed that Jack was a Lieutenant now. Good for him, Anton thought. He had always been solid. Just as Anton was about to congratulate him, Aine appeared from behind and
Sherlock: Mister Richards, Mister Kessler. I trust you're both well?
Anton stood to greet her.
Richards: I’m doing well, thank you.
Kessler: response
Sherlock: ::to Kessler:: Is Michele not coming?
Anton’s eyebrows raised, he was pretty sure he had heard something about Jack having a girlfriend back in the day. He grinned again at Kessler.
Richards: Oh. There's a Michele?
Kessler: response
Sherlock: Either way, she should still be here. If anything to at least make a good appearance.
Anton looked back and forth between the pair. Why had he spoken? He could have easily avoided such an awkward conversation. Too late now, may as well dive in head first I guess.
Kessler: Response
Richards: Wait, you mean Michele Winters? Captain Michele Winters?
That name had stood out when Anton was going through the crew manifest. Anton remembered that she was a marine, and he briefly pictured a female version of Wes Greaves, stomping down the hallways of the ship.
Sherlock/Kessler: Response
Anton decided it would be best to interrupt this conversation, lest it get any more awkward.
Richards: Hey guys, I think the ceremony is about to start.
Anton glanced over in what appeared to be a random direction… and there was silence.
The ceremony wasn’t starting just yet. But maybe if he kept staring, it would.
Sherlock/Kessler: Response.
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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