Lt JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!
Lhandon Nilsen
((OOC: Don gave me permission to do this…just this one time))
(Shuttle Storage, Deck 11 USS Oumuamua)
Lhandon walked the corridors and the bulkheads of the USS Oumuamua for what would be one of the last times. There are few more duties to do then he can attend to his personal effects and move out. He did need to check his quarters placement, they had clearly got him on the wrong deck.
The Oumuamua had been sent for an extensive refit and repair period, and most of the crew had been transferred either to the USS Octavia E Butler or had gone on another path.
Operations had played an important role in this. While the Oumuamua would be heading off to some shipyard somewhere under her own power, she would have only been going with a skeleton crew. Part of Lhandon wishes he was in the crew.
Lhandon had a small litany of Ensigns and enlisted personnel with him. He hadn't been used to people following him around, but the extra pip did that. They were there to help him with one of the final tasks. Some joy could have been taken from this task.
Nilsen: So this is nice and simple, you know where the OEB is docked, just a short flight, let's not show off…::smirk:: or a least be clear of the pylons before you do.
Lhandon had been persuaded not to leave Starfleet. Rouiancet and V'Airu had shown him that he really did have support and people who cared for him.
Then, he had developed feelings for Kovacs, something he is yet to admit.
But he smiled then. Rouiancet and V'Airu had both seen that scared, anxious side of Lhandon.
His fellow lower deckers would not see that. There had been a small bit of laughter at his last joke.
Nilsen: Right Thar'tavos, you're first. ::checking PADD:: I'll have you on the first type 17. ::To everyone one:: I’ll take each shuttle one at a time from the buffer and we should keep this moving smoothly.
Thar'tavos: Yes sir.
Lhandon wasn’t used to that. He’s not a sir, he’s a lower decker.
Nilsen: Don’t, there’s no need to call me sir, we’re just moving shuttles Just Lhando, or Lhandon if you want
The rest of the ops crew loaded into their shuttles as they were materialized one by one, One more type 17, two type 11’s and an exploration class skiff.
The gamma glider had already made her way to the OEB for repairs.
Lhandon, however, was just a tiny bit put out by this; part of him was secretly hoping that he could take the last shuttle for a quick little jaunt.
But he couldn't.
There was none.
He was just about to close up the process and shut down the console when an error appeared on the screen.
Unable to power down. Error 235-GWS
Lhandon had an idea of what GWS stood for, so he went back into the system and saw, to his surprise, that there was one more shuttle left in the transporter buffer. However, it was unmarked, like an untitled file in a PADD of someone who had started a document but never completed it.
Nilsen: =/\= Nilsen to Flight Operations =/\=
Flight Operations (Cesare): =/\=This is Cesare =/\=
Nilsen: =/\= Are all the shuttles accounted for on the Octavia E. Bulter? =/\=
Cesare =/\= Affiliative =/\=
Nilsen: =/\= That’s strange, I’m reading one more unaccounted for shuttle in the buffer. It has no identification code, no meta data, it’s just there. =/\=
Cesare =/\= Oh? erm.=/\=
A audible sound was heard in the background, one of “what do we do?” as she clearly discussed this situation with someone nearby.
Cesare =/\= We need to clear the buffer =/\=
Nilsen: =/\= And we can’t shut this down until it’s clear. ::pausing to think:: We should treat it like a unknown. I’ll call security =/\=
Cesare =/\= Erect a forcefield as well. And be ready on the those shuttle bay doors =/\=
Nilsen: =/\= Will do, cheers Cesare =/\=
As Lhandon got the force field going, the security contingent arrived shortly after, along with Greeves, Sherlock and Arlill.
Nilsen: ::To Greeves & Sherlock:: Looks like it’s my lucky day. What are people like you doing in a place like this?
A small joke to ease any tension there might be in this situation.
Greeves/Sherlock/Arlill: Response
Nilsen: Aye sir, On your cue.
Greeves/Sherlock/Arlill: Response
There was a moment of anticipation from everyone. Nilsen activated the transporter buffer. The buffer sparked and fizzled, and for a brief second, the lights flickered. Then, the buffer did its job, and a shuttle began to form. It was boxy and took its time appearing.
Lhandon was the first to see it. His eyes lit up. He turned to face the others with the biggest smile on his face, like a child in a candy store with an unlimited credit card.
Nilsen: Oh Lee…Oh my…Tox…Greves…Sherlock. It’s her! :beat: It’s the Foxy Lady ::Lhandon ran towards the forcefield, stopping just short:: computer lower force field.
Greeves/Sherlock/Arlill: Response
The door opened for him and he stepped into the shuttle to see the Foxy Lady in an almost pre-Denali state, with Vomek taking the original to the Ronin. He spoke out loud.
Nilsen: She must have saved this before we did the upgrades. ::Stepping back out:: Greeves, look, it’s her. We ran Denali in this thing. It’s the Foxy Lady.
Lhandon jogged and turned around to take in her boxy Talaxian form. He had then run around, touching bits of the hull as he went, almost in a state of disbelief.
Foxy Lady (in Rox's Voice): Systems ready for power
Nilsen: Tox. I’m taking her to the ::Beat:: Is that Rox’s voice? Does Kel know about this? He were the one who set us up for it.
Greeves/Sherlock/Arlill: Response
Perhaps, even though Lhandon wasn't spiritual, this was the universe, or even just Rox's way of communicating something to him. It was time for him to let go, and as he would soon learn over the next few months, to not be Echo, just like Torka had advised him to be. Or maybe, this was a final going away present from the Oumuamua to her two boys,
[End scene for Nilsen]
((OOC: Just an one shot. I just need to do some more chill sims and take a break from the drama sims.))
Lt JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Oumuamua
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)