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Message From Home

Posted on Tue Sep 25th, 2018 @ 12:38pm by Ensign Daniel Sheridan
Edited on on Sun Oct 14th, 2018 @ 10:39pm

Mission: Episode 02: "The Telling"
Location: Sheridan's Quarters (Deck 09), USS Thames
Timeline: Mission Day 02, 0408 Hours

ON: [[Sheridan's Quarters (Deck 09), USS Thames, Mission Day 02, 0408 Hours]]

An unread message notification was waiting for Daniel when he got back to his quarters. He knew it probably would have been better to wait until later to read it, given that he didn't have all that much time left to actually sleep, but part of him was curious.

A simple keystroke and the computer brought up a recorded video feed. The first thing that struck him about the message was that it seemed rather hastily put together, as if someone had decided to make it last minute. Even at such an odd angle, he was still able to recognize the surroundings, having spent quite a bit of time hanging out in that particular apartment before going off to the academy. The fact that his friends were all crowded together on the sofa so they could see (and be seen) by the camera further confirmed it.

=^= Hey, Danny Boy! =^=

Some interjected right away with greetings of their own while others simply waved or made celebratory noises. It was pretty clear a few of them had gotten into more than just the synthehol. The young man with dark, curly hair in the center of the group smiled, rolled his eyes a little, and waited for them to finish.

=^= You're probably busy right now =^= he continued, =^= but we thought we'd give you a call and let you see what you're missing back home. =^= This elicited chuckles from the group along with more interjections. Many of them echoed the sentiment. A few went so far as to suggest he find some way of getting off the ship so he could come back and join them.

Seeing them all gave Daniel mixed feelings. He remembered how often they would get together back when he was still living on Cestus III. It had been quite the regular occurrence. To know they were still getting together like this made him happy. At the same time, he also felt a little sad that he wasn't able to be with them. One of the drawbacks of serving in Starfleet, especially aboard a starship, was that you could end up very far away from home. Rare were the opportunities to go back and visit.

That about finished the "coherent" part of the message. His friends continued to laugh and joke around. There were a few more shout-outs from group. Pretty quickly, though, they were already saying good-bye.

The screen went dark.

A few seconds later, it came to life again. The view was still that of the familiar apartment. It was a straight on shot toward the couch this time. Judging by all the debris, streamers, and other decorations, Daniel was pretty sure he was looking at the aftermath of the party. The only one left from the group was Manuel, the curly-haired young man who had been the one leading the first part of the video.

=^= Hey, Daniel =^= he said, his tone much more subdued this time =^= Probably not the nicest thing, reminding you of what you're missing out on. =^=

"Darn right..."

=^= Think of it as our way of saying how much we miss you. =^=

Daniel knew full well this was another recording. Subspace communications, like anything else, took energy and resources. Distance, timing, even background interference all played a factor in how well those things could be sustained. It was a lot easier to guarantee delivery with a recorded message like this than with a live conversation. So although Manuel wasn't actually responding to him, it was nice to believe that's what was happening.

=^= You know I think you're doing great work out there. =^= Manuel continued =^= That last demo reel you sent me was great! Really captures a cross-section of the experience. Makes me feel like I'm right there with you. =^=

The words brought another smile to Daniel's face. Creating videos like the one he was making about the colony were all about helping other people actually see and hear their stories. For it to feel as if Manuel was actually there while he was watching it meant Daniel's efforts were paying off. Of course, it would have been better if he could have shared it with his friend in person.

=^= I'm really glad you've decided to narrate it yourself. You've got a great voice...a real talent for that kind of thing. Can't wait to see the rest of it. =^=

Daniel shook his head from side to side, but the smile remained.

=^= Take it easy, buddy. =^=

The screen went dark again. The message was over.

For a moment, Daniel just sat there staring at the display. He really appreciated hearing from his friends, even if they were a little goofy at times. To know they were at least thinking about him made home feel a little less far away. Naturally, this was going to require some sort of response, but that would have to wait until later.

He was just about to get up from the desk when a voice came over the ship's intercom.

=^= All department heads, report to duty stations. Repeat, department heads, report to duty stations. =^=

So much for getting some sleep, Daniel thought to himself, wondering what could possibly require them to report to duty stations at such an early hour. He crossed over to the closet and pulled out a fresh uniform. Next time, he was going to have to set an alarm.


Ensign Daniel Sheridan
Operations Officer
USS Thames (NCC-80629)

Emanuele D'Angelo
Pike City, Cestus III


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