Home Sweet Home

Posted on 29 Dec 2012 @ 3:50am by Lieutenant Jared Nicholas
Edited on on 30 Dec 2012 @ 7:16pm

453 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: USS Galileo - Transporter Room
Timeline: Mission Day 10, 1500 Hours

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To say the Fulham Public House or as it was most comonly known the White Horse pub was an old establishment would have been an understatement of monumental proportions.

It had been in continual operation since at least since at least 1688 in the same location and despite it being the 24th century, it looked little different than it had been the day it was built.

Jared had found it quite by accident while on a field trip one summer when studying English Literature at Oxford. He had immediately fallen in love with it.

After he had graduated from the Academy, he had been given a month's leave to visit family and friends while he waited for his new assignment. Since he had no real biological family and most of his friends and those he would consider to be true family like Rhiel were in space, he decided to get a flat with a couple of his mates from his Oxford days.

Sleeping on the floor and occassionaly in Cal or Evelyn's bed had not been such a bad trade off for free rent. He' d received his orders less than 48 hours before he had received his orders from Command. This was his last night in London, indeed on Earth for quite awhile so he had decided to spend it at the White Horse just like he had spent so many nights for the past month.

Well it started out that way, but he had allowed himself to get completely and thoroughly soused and woken up between Cal and Evelyn the next morning with a splitting headache and only a vague recollection of what happened the night before.

It had taken him several hours to recover and he had almost missed his shuttle taking him to the USS Hood.

He had vowed not to drink again, at least not like he had, so now he sat drinking a glass of lemonade glancing frequently at his watch. About ten minutes after downing his fifth or sixth drink, he was just about to rush to the head, when he heard someone call his name.

They were now within transporter range of the Galileo. His goods, other than what he was carrying had just been transported over.

He thanked the bartender, hologram though he was, for his hospitality, put his book, a real hardbound (pseudo leather), of Charles Dicken's Oliver Twist, carefully in his backpack and followed the Ensign who had called his name to the Transporter Room.

Within seconds he was on board his new ship. His first ship., or at least his first assignment. He had been in space for almost all of his life.

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ENS Jared Nicholas
Language Specialist
USS Galileo

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