Arrival

Posted on Fri 7th Feb, 2014 @ 9:23am by Colonel Marcus DeSalle

613 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/5
Location: Promenade
Timeline: Present

ON

Colonel Marcus DeSalle walked through the docking ring, entering the promenade. There was not a lot of activity, and the promenade was only dimly lit. Of course. Local time would be about 0300. Good. He was tired, and didn't want to go through a lot of informal introductions until he'd had a chance to at least get to his quarters and settle in. He was familiar enough with this type of station to be able to find his way without using the station computer for directions. One of the advantages to never being anywhere long enough to take root. You know a lot of deck plans.

He located his quarters, and touched the chime. "These quarters are reserved for the incoming base commander. Please..." The computer began.

"I AM the incoming base commander. Open the door."

"Please state your name and rank for voiceprint identification."

Marcus sighed. "Name: Marcus DeSalle. Rank: Colonel, Star Fleet Marine Corps."

"Voiceprint identification verified," the computer said frankly. "Access is granted. Welcome aboard, Colonel." The door slid open with a pneumatic "whoosh".

The room was bare, as per his request. The only piece of furniture was a bed in an anteroom. He placed his duffle bag directly against the wall under the replicator. Unzipping it, he took out a small crystalline dodecahedron and placed it on the floor. It was a great space and time saver when it came to moving day.

His strong voice seemed to echo through the empty chamber. "Computer: scan for voice print identification, Colonel Marcus DeSalle. Also, register Colonel Marcus DeSalle as the occupant of these quarters." The computer chirped compliance and after a moment, responded vocally. "Voice print identification: Colonel Marcus DeSalle, confirmed. Position: Base Commander. These quarters now billeted for occupant Colonel Marcus DeSalle." Marcus smiled. Now for the fun part.

"Computer: scan the dodecahedral device on my floor and record the following nomenclature: portable pattern buffer." The computer's response was immediate. "Portable pattern buffer recorded. Device nomenclature stored." The new commanding officer continued his instructions. "Computer, scan the device's Power Supply and Data Storage matrix. Report any anomalies, attenuation in power output, or degradation of stored data."

Once again, the computer responded with alacrity. "No anomalies, attenuation, or degradation, present." 'Good,' he thought. "Computer, transfer all data stored in the portable pattern buffer and tie in station's transporters. Execute materialization sequence on these coordinates." The familiar hum and accompanying sparkle of the transporter effects surrounded him as he stood in the center of the room, sure that no objects would materialize there. Knickknacks, mementos, and personal possessions materialized around him in their proper places. The two dimensional oil painting of The planting of the American Flag on Iwo Jima appeared, hanging over the head of his bed.

Several 21st century Marie Corps history books appeared on the shelving next to his bed. They were gifts from his grandfather who came from a long line of Marines. The most valuable of these was a 1920 edition of "the Art of War", by Sun Tzu.

A large, dual-edged hand-and-a-half broadsword appeared, leaning up against the headboard of his bed on the side he preferred to sleep on. He knew that the rest of his gaming gear would be waiting for him in his closet as soon as he had some time to go to the holodeck with his favorite role-playing scenario, "Hall of the Mountain Kings." Maybe there was another holo-geek aboard Starbase Protector who might want to join him.

'Now, it looks like home,' Marcus thought, smiling. He sat down at his desk, activated the monitor, and began recording his personal log.

OFF

Colonel Marcus "Sniper" DeSalle
Commanding,
Starbase Protector

 

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