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A New Pilot

Posted on Thu Feb 2nd, 2012 @ 12:52pm by Rear Admiral Relau Chlan (Ret.) & Ensign Zachary Johnson jr.

Mission: Intermission
Location: Captain's Ready Room


Relau tapped his claws against his leg, waiting for the door to chime again and interrupt his reading. He sat there, looking at the door and tapping on his leg. Tap. Tap. Tap. He finally turned back to his book, picking it up and it was only then that the door chimed. Exasperated, he put his book down, saying "Enter."

Zachary was smiling brightly, as always. He was to meet with the Rear Admiral, and there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with that, so he didn't even need to look at the bright side, because there was ONLY a bright side.

At the call of "Enter", Zachary did just that.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked brightly. His smile slipped slightly upon noticing that the superior officer looked a bit irritated.

"Well, if I smile enough," he thought, "maybe it'll rub off on him." So he resumed smiling fully and waited to be spoken too.

"Please sit Ensign. Make yourself comfortable." Relau said calmly. "Can I get you anything to drink?" He said, moving over towards the replicator as the young pilot seated himself.

"Yes, please," Zachary said happily, taking a seat. "My religious beliefs put restrictions on what I can consume, but a nice soda doesn't go against any teachings. One root beer, please. I've loved the stuff since I was a boy, sir."

"Oh, and could you please ask the computer to go easy on the foam, sir?" Zachary added, "the one I had with lunch had so much foam that the glass was only half-full by the time the foam dissipated." Even then, Zachary had looked at the bright side: at least the replicator had gotten the taste right.

As he waited, Zachary offered a quick prayer that the meeting would go well, and his mind was quickly filled with a sense of calm: everything would be fine. Or, everything important, at least.

Relau nodded, making the necessary adjustments. "Here you go, one root beer." He said, handing it over carefully. "So Ensign, tell me about your professional work experience."

"Thank you," Zachary said, carefully taking the glass and immediately taking a gulp from the glass.

Zachary set the glass down and continued.

"Well, I'm only 23, sir, so my experience is quite limited. I passed Starfleet Academy's courses with flying colors, but I've had little time to put my skills to the test. The teachers called me a natural, but I'm not sure if I'm as great as they claimed, since I've only trained at the Academy."

Zachary realized that he wasn't doing himself very much justice, so he decided to divulge one of his experiences with a fighter.

"Actually, sir, in combat training, I managed to outmaneuver and destroy one hundred simulated fighters with a Federation Attack Fighter in simulated training. In non-simulated training, I was the only one in my class to get a perfect score in the obstacle course, so I guess I might be as good as they say. Since I haven't seen real combat yet or even flown a fighter or shuttlecraft on a mission yet, I can't be fully sure yet."

Zachary drank some more soda as he waited for the admiral to respond.

"Of course." Relau said, surveying him a bit. "So what is your favorite fighter class and why?"

"Well, sir," Zachary replied, "my instructor at the Academy was a veteran of the Dominion War, and he was kind of biased towards the Peregrine-class, which he used in the war. Because of that, the course focused heavily on the Peregrine. However, I was introduced to the Valkyrie-class during a test involving identifying fighters based on their interiors, and the Valkyrie looked like the perfect fighter. Ever since then, I've really wanted to fly one. I've already heard from the captain that the Shanghai-A uses that class of fighter."

"I'm glad to hear it." Relau said. "I'm certain that the Captain has a vested interest in you. Keep me in the loop if there's anything that comes up. Is there anything else that I can do for you?" He asked.

"I will, sir," Zachary replied, "and no, I don't have any other questions at this time, sir."

"Then you're dismissed Ensign. Thank you for your time." Relau said as he watched the young officer depart the room. He sighed, picking up his book and trying to start reading again.


A post by

Rear Admiral Relau Chlan
Commanding Officer


Ensign Zachary Johnson Jr.
Fighter Pilot



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