DL | Cmdr th'Zarath, CEO | "Coldstar revived..."

Posted on Wed Oct 11th, 2017 @ 10:17pm by Commander Thelin th'Zarath

Mission: The Round Table
Location: Cold Station Theta

=/\= Andoria =/\=

The cold weather was a healing salve to the pain that coursed through the Andorian as he lay enjoying the views from his parent’s apartment, he’d been idle since the planet had been freed from Federation First and so far he’d found nothing to fill his time with, the brief stint with the Vanguard had opened his eyes to one simple fact…

He missed Starfleet…

He cursed the thought as he chased it from his mind with a swig of the drink he’d left on the side table, he’d never in his life thought that he would miss the rigid structure and the endless paperwork of command, his silver hair flowed in the wind as it blew across his shoulders. Several times in the past while he’d been part of the service he’d wished it would have disappeared, especially during his exile on Ferenginar, that had been a lonely time for the Andorian.

=/\= Several months later =/\=

Thelin now found himself sat in the common area of the a transport ship approaching Cold Station Theta, less than a month after he’d been lounging about he’d received a priority communication from Starfleet demanding his reactivation and giving him a new assignment, he’d signed the confirmation quicker than most people could think and had a bag packed and travel arranged within several days, now the bag sat back in the bunk that had been called his quarters for the duration of the trip, waiting to be transported as soon as they hit the station. The collar he wore felt unfamiliar, it felt tighter than he’d remembered from the last time he’d wore the uniform on board the Enterprise, it was also a different colour, the reds of command had been replaced by the gold of engineering, such was his lot in life, always being reassigned, always changing positions and never quite feeling settled.

A crackling sound preceded the voice that burst into life over the comm channels, it was broken and mechanical due to the aging nature of the system and the general disrepair it had been left in, “Commander th’Zarath, we’re approaching Cold Station Theta and have received permission to dock, you’ve been requested to make your way to station operations as soon as possible, transporters are down so I hope you’ve made yourself familiar with the layout.”

He reached up and rubbed at the seam where the cybernetic shoulder joined his chest before pushing himself to his feet and heading towards the docking hatch, he fell into step along the corridor, a pace and gait that the Chief of Security on the Anderson had called proceeding, it was a balanced stride that allowed for a comfortable swing of the instep and meant that a man could walk all day without expending all of his energy, it was an old trick that had been passed down through generations of police officers and now in to rank and file of security officers throughout the Federation and eventually to the former Commanding Officer of the Anderson. His stride bought him through to the hatch just as the docking clamps held the ship in place and pressure equalised between the transport and the station.

It was… different, Thelin mused to himself as he presented his orders to the receiving officer on the station, he was running through things on autopilot as his mind raced to remember the layout of the station he’d studied on the journey, he wanted to find two seperate turbolifts to make it off the docking structure and then either one or three more to make it to Operations in the shortest possible time, each trip would take a few minutes if things were in tip top shape, but the Andorian could see that they were far from, the station had been a crumbling wreck from all reports, that was until the former CinC had placed Admiral Red at the helm in this former backwater but progress had been slowed somewhat by the lack of availability by the Corps of Engineers, they had been stretched thin after the civil war.

Out of one of his pockets a PADD appeared like magic as he stepped into the first of his many turbolift journeys this morning, the doors of the list jammed for a few moments before shutting and the trip itself was filled with judders and jarring movements, the lift stuck a couple of times as the brakes jammed on before being released and almost sending the Andorian flying against the bulkhead with the force, everything was noted down in the PADD as he travelled and a mental note made to speak to his staff… or the staff that would become his once he’d settled in properly.

(To Be Continued…)

Commander Thelin th’Zarath
Chief Engineering Officer
Cold Station Theta
SB-1170