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Incoming Transmission

Posted on Wed Jun 17, 2020 @ 8:14pm by Lieutenant Andrew Chapman PhD

Mission: Episode 1: The Milk Run
Location: Lieutenant Chapman's Quarters
Timeline: Mission Day 3 at 2225

The room was in darkness and filled with the sounds of Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity from Holst’s The Planet’s suite playing loudly through the comm. On his bed, Andrew Chapman lay with his eyes closed as he lost himself in one of his all-time favourite pieces of music.

Over the past few days, his department had worked in concert with Lieutenant Barton and her engineers to work out and bugs that reared their heads and there had been quite a few. Thankfully, most of them had been addressed and everyone was beginning to develop a routine.

In just under nine hours, the Omaha would arrive at her destination and the crew could begin to study the Preserver artefact. It was an exciting opportunity to get a first-hand look at the technology of this long-vanished race. The fact that this one was several orders of magnitude larger than anything they’ve previously encountered only added to that excitement.

The music cut off as the next piece of music on his playlist, Barber’s Adagio for Strings, was beginning to play. “Incoming transmission. Audio Only.”. The computer announced in it’s usual cool tone.

AJ let out a sigh. “Computer, identify the source of the transmission and increase lighting to a quarter.” He ordered as he opened his eyes and climbed out of bed.

Lieutenant Commander Charles Westin, Chief Engineer, U.S.S. John Young.”. The computer promptly replied.

AJ smiled. Charlie Westin was one of his oldest friends. They’d met during their first semester at the Academy and quickly bonded over a shared love of computers. They’d also dated for two years and somehow managed to remain friends, even after their relationship ended.

“Open a channel.” Chapman ordered as he moved towards the replicator. The computer responded with a few beeps, indicating the comm channel was now live. “What can I do for you, Charlie?”

It was clear from Westin’s tone that this was a social call. “I believe you’re supposed to address me as Lieutenant Commander or sir.

“You can kiss my arse, Charlie.” AJ shot back.

Westin’s reply came promptly and was typical of his dry sense of humour. “Well it wouldn’t be the first time, AJ.

Chapman punched an order of a tall glass of ice water into the replicator’s control panel. “When did it happen?”

This afternoon. The Captain called me to her Ready Room and did a whole little ceremony in front of the senior officers.” The pride was clear in Westin’s voice and AJ couldn’t help but share in that pride. They’d always been competitive and argued about who would make the next promotion first, but their friendly rivalry was never serious.

AJ took a sip of his water as he sat down in an armchair. “Well congratulations, Charlie. I’d say you’ve earned it but we both know you’re a lazy bastard.”

That remark drew a loud laugh from Westin. He quickly replied, “I love you too, AJ.

Chapman took another sip of his water. “So, catch me up. What’s been going on with you?”

 

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