Cmn (3rd). Wolfgang Rasmussen “Ghosts: A Prologue: Pt. I”
Wolfgang Rasmussen
“Ghosts: A Prologue: Pt. I”
Observation Dome Alpha-Three, Tycho City, Luna
Wolf stood, or rather leaned, on the railing of the observation dome, as the world drifted by him - literally. If he shifted his focus slightly, he could see himself reflected back. His blue eyes striking – both of his parents contributing to that – and contrasted against the gold of his uniform and the glint of his commbadge and rank bar.
It almost looked like another world; he felt like he had as a child. Maybe it was the season but he almost didn’t recognize his own reflection. This man in uniform looking back – it was ghosts of past and future colliding in the present.
He shifted his focus back to the planet below, staring out over the gap between him and the Earth. It had seemed so vast when he was young…now it almost looked walkable. Like, if the dome opened, he could drift across the chasm of space and just float down.
Obviously, that would have all sorts of real-world consequences but the fanciful notion of if it was appealing. He wasn’t prone to fantastical thinking as a rule but today was a strange day that seemed all too real…so perhaps it was allowed to break the internal tension he was feeling.
He lifted the PADD from where he’d been leaning and re-read it:
[[Name: Wolfgang L. Rasmussen]]
[[Status: Passed/Active]]
[[Assignment: Security/Tactical Division – USS Valkyrie-A (NCC-76418-A)]]
[[Supervising Officer: Lieutenant Is’Kah Xiron]]
[[Commanding Officer: Captain Isara Aleron]]
[[Effective Date: Immediate]]
No going back now – not that he wanted to. That said, despite everything he’d set out to do – to prove – there was an unfamiliar knot in his stomach that was telling him ‘This is real now’. Training was over…this was where the hard work began. Truly into the unknown. Maybe this was what his parents had warned him about?
Whatever it was, it was too late to change his mind. He’d come into this with his eyes wide open and was committed to his tour…he had to be…otherwise he’d be getting pursued by his classmates.
LCARS: Transport to Starbase One – leaving in five minutes from upper platform gamma.
Well, that would be that then.
He took one last look at his own ghostly reflection and straightened his uniform. Stepping back, it was almost like the spirit was fading away. He knelt down and packed his orders back in his modest holdall. Picking up the bag it felt light…which it was. Containing little more than some clothes and a couple of keepsakes but was, to all intents and purposes – his entire worldly possessions.
A brave new world. He hauled the strap over his shoulder and began to walk towards the shuttle pad…
TBC
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Cmn (3rd). Wolfgang Rasmussen
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