Daria's Voyager - Ep 1 - Part 2
Apr. 10th, 2021 07:45 pmPart 2
D 74656 – Bajor Sector
Tom Sloane emerged from the Ferengi establishment on Deep Space Nine’s Promenade. “Didn’t they warn you about Ferengi at the Academy?” he asked. The young Ensign, DeWit-Clinton was his name, had been rather out his depth…
“As a matter of fact, they did,” DeWit-Clinton said with a slight self-effacing laugh.
“Let’s get to Voyager,” Sloane said.
Ten minutes later they entered Voyager’s sickbay. “Run a level three diagnostic, just to be sure. Can I help you?”
“Tom Sloane, reporting on board.”
“Oh, yes. The observer,” the doctor said with condescension.
Tom picked up on it. “That’s me. As a matter of fact, I’m observing some kind of problem right now, Doctor,” he said placing scorn on the title.
“I was a surgeon at the hospital on Caldic Prime at the same time you were stationed there. We never actually met. Your medical records have arrived from your last posting, Mister Sloane. Everything seems to be in order. The Captain asked if you were on board. You should check in with her.”
“I haven’t reported to the Captain either,” De Wit-Clinton admitted.
“Well, Mr. DeWit-Clinton, that would be something a new Operations Officer should do.”
“What was that all about?” DeWit-Clinton asked as he and Sloane emerged from the Sickbay.
“It’s a long story, Ted. I’m tired of telling it. I’m sure someone around here will tell you before long.”
( In her ready room... )
D 74656 – Bajor Sector
Tom Sloane emerged from the Ferengi establishment on Deep Space Nine’s Promenade. “Didn’t they warn you about Ferengi at the Academy?” he asked. The young Ensign, DeWit-Clinton was his name, had been rather out his depth…
“As a matter of fact, they did,” DeWit-Clinton said with a slight self-effacing laugh.
“Let’s get to Voyager,” Sloane said.
Ten minutes later they entered Voyager’s sickbay. “Run a level three diagnostic, just to be sure. Can I help you?”
“Tom Sloane, reporting on board.”
“Oh, yes. The observer,” the doctor said with condescension.
Tom picked up on it. “That’s me. As a matter of fact, I’m observing some kind of problem right now, Doctor,” he said placing scorn on the title.
“I was a surgeon at the hospital on Caldic Prime at the same time you were stationed there. We never actually met. Your medical records have arrived from your last posting, Mister Sloane. Everything seems to be in order. The Captain asked if you were on board. You should check in with her.”
“I haven’t reported to the Captain either,” De Wit-Clinton admitted.
“Well, Mr. DeWit-Clinton, that would be something a new Operations Officer should do.”
“What was that all about?” DeWit-Clinton asked as he and Sloane emerged from the Sickbay.
“It’s a long story, Ted. I’m tired of telling it. I’m sure someone around here will tell you before long.”
( In her ready room... )
Daria's Voyager - Ep 1 - Part 1
Apr. 4th, 2021 08:03 pmDaria’s Voyager
Caretaker of the Ocampsters
Federation Penal Colony, New Zealand, United Earth, United Federation of Planets
14 April 2371
Tom Sloane was busy repairing a vehicle when he heard a fairly monotonous voice.
"Tom Sloane?"
He turned to the source of the voice. A short female Human in a Starfleet Captain's uniform.
"That's me," he said.
"Daria Morgendorffer, I served with your father on the Al-Batani. I wonder if we could go somewhere and talk."
"About What?"
"About a job we'd like you to do for us," the Captain asked. Sarcasm showed heavily in her tone.
"I am already doing a job, for the Federation," Tom shot back, with equal sarcasm.
"I've been told the Rehab Commission is rather pleased with your work. They've given me their approval to discuss this matter with you."
"I guess I'm yours."
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Caretaker of the Ocampsters
Federation Penal Colony, New Zealand, United Earth, United Federation of Planets
14 April 2371
Tom Sloane was busy repairing a vehicle when he heard a fairly monotonous voice.
"Tom Sloane?"
He turned to the source of the voice. A short female Human in a Starfleet Captain's uniform.
"That's me," he said.
"Daria Morgendorffer, I served with your father on the Al-Batani. I wonder if we could go somewhere and talk."
"About What?"
"About a job we'd like you to do for us," the Captain asked. Sarcasm showed heavily in her tone.
"I am already doing a job, for the Federation," Tom shot back, with equal sarcasm.
"I've been told the Rehab Commission is rather pleased with your work. They've given me their approval to discuss this matter with you."
"I guess I'm yours."
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