Prologue: Inauspicious Beginning to a Starfleet Career
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Alik's mouth just drops for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Sputtering his way back to sense, he manages to say "Jacob? Haven't seen you in ages. And yes, the odds on this are literally astronomical."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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Jacob laughs. "So, you just arrived? I'll have to give you the grand tour!" DeVries remembers that he is surrounded by a research team of science officers who outrank him, and stops himself from chatting. He politely gives a light bow to the Lt. Commander. "My apologies, Sir. Cadet Craig has been a friend of mine since before Academy." Jacob decides to hold his tongue for the moment.
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Shur stands by as the two old friends chat. The cadet thinks to himself that a tour from DeVries would be most useful to the group at this moment.
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“No need to apologize, cadet, I just hope your friends aren’t caught up in that Orion’s schemes.”
The Lt. Commander’s voice was cold and contemptuous moments ago, but now is warm and friendly. His highly inflective voice, capable of commanding or cajoling as the case may dictate, adds to the aura of authority that surrounds him. He turns and addresses Alik and the other cadets.
“I am Lieutenant Commander Carter. Ecologist and lead scientist on the M-11 survey team. You are free to visit out here, or come in and visit in the lounge, but you’ll have to excuse me; I have reports to write and log entries to make.”
The Lt. Commander’s voice was cold and contemptuous moments ago, but now is warm and friendly. His highly inflective voice, capable of commanding or cajoling as the case may dictate, adds to the aura of authority that surrounds him. He turns and addresses Alik and the other cadets.
“I am Lieutenant Commander Carter. Ecologist and lead scientist on the M-11 survey team. You are free to visit out here, or come in and visit in the lounge, but you’ll have to excuse me; I have reports to write and log entries to make.”
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DeVries gives a slight bow to Lt. Commander Carter as the man goes to attend to his work. He gives a quick aside to Alik. "Don't trust the Orion trader. Not to push stereotypes, but he's looking to purchase everything that isn't nailed down and sell it, legally or not." The newly minted science officer looks to the companions accompanying his old friend. "My apologies," he says. "I'm Jacob DeVries, Science Branch. I look forward to getting to know all of you. I would suggest doing so in the lounge. At least it would give us a chance to sit and not block the hallway."
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"Sounds great to me, old friend. Lead onwards." Alik is still rather gobsmacked at this turn of events, but has gathered his wits back.
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Cadet Ijocado looks to see if anyone of their group disagrees, and if not, he follows the others into the lounge.
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Once in the lounge, your group claims a table near the entrance where you can continue your conversation. Everyone on the science team has gone to their rooms, except for two guys who take plates of grey noodles from the replicated food dispenser.
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DeVries undoes part of his coveralls to get some cool air. "Have all of you eaten?" he asks his old friend and his still-silent posse. The cadet does his best to clean up his uniform so he doesn't leave dust. Washing his hands, DeVries presses a button on the food replicator, choosing to partake in the grey noodles his suite mates are eating. The science officer opens an overboard cabinet and pulls out a nondescript bottle, which he opens and drizzles a dark liquid over his grey dinner.
DeVries walks towards his new arrivals, leaving the bottle with the two compatriots from his team. "Gentlemen, there's no need to suffer needlessly," he says to them casually. He takes a seat at the table claimed by the new arrivals. "My apologies, our team just got back from a long day on the outside. So, fresh faces. Who wants to break the vow of silence first?"
DeVries walks towards his new arrivals, leaving the bottle with the two compatriots from his team. "Gentlemen, there's no need to suffer needlessly," he says to them casually. He takes a seat at the table claimed by the new arrivals. "My apologies, our team just got back from a long day on the outside. So, fresh faces. Who wants to break the vow of silence first?"
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"Well I might as well speak first." He gestures to DeVries. "Our good scientist here is an old buddy from even before the Academy. Met him on Earth while delivering supplies with my parents. We hit it off, and have kept in semi-regular contact ever since." He smiles awkwardly. "Sorry, this last year has been kind of nuts. I'm sure if I had written more I would have known you were on the Station and called ahead, rather than chance somehow arranging all this."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."