Captain's Log - 021 (Part 1)

Posted on 25 Nov 2017 @ 2:08pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm
Edited on 08 Dec 2017 @ 12:12pm

786 words; about a 4 minute read

Title: Persistence (Part 1)
Location: Rigel System - Avondale Shipyards
Timeline: MD 85, 0753 hrs

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Less than 24 hours had passed since Galileo-A's new assignment posting had gone up over the Starfleet uplink, and already the vessel's new commanding officer had received over 250 applications. She'd done her best to sort through the opening salvo of requests but had soon become overwhelmed about halfway through the day. The result was a bit of a delay in processing the initial batches, and by the time she'd returned to her work on the morning of the second day to clear the backlog, she was already receiving replies from the initial applicants.

"Computer, begin log," she commanded while holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

"To: Captain of the USS Galileo, request for application to be reconsidered," she read out loud from one of the replies.

"Sir, I think you will find that I am better suited then perhaps the application indicated and would like to request a personal meeting and interview as it where to answer any questions you might have. I ask this not only for myself but there are considerations that I think I could only explain more fully with a face to face talk.

Please reconsider the request at least for an interview.

Respectfully
Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim"

The captain finished and quickly noticed a similar one from the next applicant.

"My name is Petty Officer 3rd Grade Constantin Vansen. This is my second application for a posting on the Galileo. This is my covering letter where I request an interview. Looking at my medical file, I know it is daunting to have someone on the crew who might not be able to go on away teams. But I am not about that. I grew up on a rusbucket of a spaceship with no one to do maintenance except me. I am the fastest worker in zero gravity you’ll see. I’m determined. More than a little. I can improvise. I know the ways to get the best out of a ship’s system even if error after error gather up.

I know how to survive. If the Galileo really is going on such a long tour, you want survivors among you. People who know that there’s worse things than dying in space. You might not see much in my record. But meet me. Give me a chance to show you why I would be a valued member of your crew.”

And yet another incoming message from another ambitious explorer:

“I’m Crewman Raine Ni-ya. My application appears to be rejected. I do not know the reason for this, so I am reapplying with this additional recording so I can tell you about myself. I am Cereijan. If you know where I came from, I am both surprised and pleased. My people do not have many skills, but there is one we have proven to excel at. Science. I have been studying it since I was 12, practicing it since I was 20. My area of expertise was genetic manipulation. While banned from the Federation and rightly so, to be able to practice it you need an acute understanding of genetics full stop. I am able to distinguish DNA patterns by eye and can now identify the similarities between all the major Federation species...”

There was even one from Tuula, and it seemed the eccentric assistant medical chief and her colleagues were all determined to get on board. That she, the captain, had received so many requests, helped alleviate some of the apprehension she'd been feeling in the days leading up to the final personnel arrivals. As she slowly paced around the room to consider the interview requests, she commanded the computer to record her message. "Computer, begin standard reply,"

"From USS Galileo-A commanding officer, your request for interview is approved. Report to Rigel Shipyards on stardate 68486.3 for personal evaluation. Come prepared for deployment with any essential belongings. If bringing dependents, they must be present at your interview."

She sat down at her desk terminal and quickly queued a display of her personal calendar on the screen. "Computer, assign one-hour interview time slots on my schedule to all individual recipients. Order alphabetical by surname." In a matter of seconds, the audible chirps from the computer ceased and were confirmed by the soft overhead voice of the LCARS central processor system.

"Schedules synchronized, messages ready to send," said the familiar tone of the female computer voice.

The captain verified the updates and confirmed her intention. "Send replies and file under Category 12."

"Transmissions sent."

To Be Continued...

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