Lt Sasch Kreshkova - Searching for the Right Words to Say
Karen Morris
((Kreshkova’s Quarters, SB 118))
Sasch sat on the hanging chair on the balcony of her quarters. She was enjoying the lake breezes and the orange, deep blue, and crimson hues that were painted across the sky. She had chosen to wear her white sundress - the same one she wore when she hosted her housewarming party. She leaned against one side of the oblong chair. Her knees were bent to the same side as her head, and the balls of her bare feet were pressed against the mouth of the wicker seat on the opposite side with her toes curled around its edge.
The Russian was going over some of the specs on one of the confiscated ships in their hangar bay. The Commodore said she could take any of the ships out if she checked in with him first, and she thought it was about time that she took him up on that. This one looked perfect. It was a Toron class Klingon shuttle, tiny - and given who she was, that was saying something - fast, and maneuverable. But she didn’t have any experience flying Klingon vessels, so she was reading everything she could get her hands on about the ins and outs of this particular shuttle.
While her finger flicked from one page to the next, a Starfleet emblem popped up in the corner of her PADD. Without thinking, she clicked on it.
With each line her mouth dropped further and further.
STARFLEET PRIORITY THREE
NEW ASSIGNMENT: USS Thor, NCC-82850
Fulgur in Tenebris (Lightning in the Darkness)
FROM: Commander Trake Promontory
TO: Lieutenant Saschenka Kreshkova
REFERENCE: Ship Assignment Orders
DUTY ASSIGNMENT: Helm Officer
Lieutenant Kreshkova, you are hereby ordered to DS14 in orbit around New Bajor in the Gamma Quadrant. Once you arrive on the starbase, you are to report to Commander Trake Promontory aboard the USS Thor, Vesta class vessel.
Starfleet Command
Sasch’s eyes flitted here and there across the lake as if she were reading an invisible novel, while her brain tried to process this information. She had just begun making a life on OPS. She and Korras had started to grow closer. She knew and respected the people here. How could she leave?
But getting to fly a Vesta class vessel? Being stationed aboard a ship with a quantum slipstream drive, a quantum field focus controller, a chroniton integrator. She would be able to see ‘into the future’ with its sensors. Okay, only a second or two and only when in QSD, but … to see the future! How could she stay?
Another Insignia popped into the corner of her PADD. She hit that one too. This one contained the nitty gritty details. She had two weeks to report. She perused further. The communique included what their assignment was to be, what area they would be patrolling, and all of the other tidbits of information that came along with being transferred to a new posting.
A chemical reaction was going on inside the petite officer. She was about to slip out of her moorings and burst across the starbase like a firework, screeching loudly and exploding in a variegated rainbow of colors, eliciting oos and ahs.
The potential energy remained inside her, but she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply through her nostrils, and making an ‘o’ shape with her mouth, she steadily blew out the stream of her breath. She needed to think.
oO Next steps. Pack. No, no, no, no. Oo She caught herself. oOThat is NOT the next thing I have to do. Oo Slipping her feet out of the hanging chair, she walked inside and headed to the bathroom. The light came on with her entrance into the room, and she studied herself in the mirror for a moment. She had twisted her green hair up earlier. It still looked nice, but using her fingers, she pulled four tendrils of hair, two on each side, out of their place, so that they framed her face.
With a nod, she padded out into the living area, and finding her sandals, she slipped them on. PADD in hand, she left her quarters searching for the right words to say.
Karen Morris
((OOC: I forgot my signature, so I'm resending.))
Lt Sasch Kreshkova
Helm
SB 118
OPSO240103SK2
It is an honor to fly starships through the deadly, beautiful, vastness of space. ~ Sasch Kreshkova