First Things First/Wyn
Posted on Fri May 22nd, 2026 @ 10:26pm by Lieutenant Wynning Pi
1,018 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Prologue: Taking On Crew
Location: Starbase 421 Various
Timeline: MD003 0900
Wyn cast last looks around his Visiting Officer’s Quarters SB FourTwentyOne one last time to make sure he had everything. Though to be fair, the light pack he carried only had his ditty bag, and personalized tech. He’d dressed in a freshly replicated uniform. His current boots pinched and he hoped the replicators aboard the Resolute would do a better job.
Well, that would kinda be his responsibility, wouldn’t it.
The memory chip he carried had a copy of his orders to report aboard the USS Resolute as her Chief Engineer, but prior to that he had to report into the XO and Captain and there was always time for them to tell BuPers that a change would need to be made and he’d be out in the cold with a not-so-subtle blemish on his service record that MIGHT just see him stuck in the replacement officer pool aboard four-two-one for months.
His mother would be ever so happy to see him fail to launch in this career pattern.
Sighing, he cut the lights to the VOQ, stepped out and followed the directions he’d been given on a flimsy, then added his thumbprint, retina-scan and breath pattern analysis to confirm his checking out of the quarters and that it was ready for remote-cleaning, re-occupancy and that he was responsible for anything that might be broken. Or, worse, non-permissible alterations.
The security features the Quartering office aboard this station were, in Wyn’s opinion, very draconian and smelled of a Vulcan.
Who else would be that anal retentive about VOQ’s?
After a few beats, the computer signaled acceptance of his checking out and further that Wyn’s checklist was complete. Color’s flashed on the hatchway, sealing the door and he no longer had anywhere to stay aboard the station.
Adjusting his bags strap so that it wouldn’t slip thanks to the attraction materials built into it and the shoulder of his uniform, he set off for the access way and lift from the residential areas toward the hub of the station and a likely transporter room.
Wyn ran fingers through his slightly longer than regulation brown hair and used his proteus, this one in an old-fashioned pocket watch design that he’d linked into the station’s net to double check that his spacers-chest was slotted to beam over to the Resolute when he confirmed his acceptance.
He didn’t need lost luggage to distract him his first days aboard a new assignment.
It was quite the new assignment too. A Sovereign class and if all things went well, Wyn would have one-hundred and forty four officers and crew working for him in the Resolutes Engineering department. That alone had him feeling slightly over-whelmed, but the fact that he’d not served aboard this class meant that he’d have to get familiar FAST.
Sighing, he nervously ran fingers through his hair again. His proteus blinked and buzzed in his hand and he noted an incoming video call from his sister. Smiling, he stepped out of queue and walked down the hallway to a comm station. Wyn called the transmission through his proteus’s link and soon his sister’s face popped up on the screen and her voice sounded in the ear-wick he wore.
“Hey Loser. You check in yet?” Her smiling face asked him.
“Winsome. When did they let you out of the brig?” He asked with a matching smile.
Her brown eyes, which matched his own, glinted as she replied, “I am technically still on-duty and on break,” she told him archly from across several light years. “Took nearly half an hour to set up a quick call.” Looking past him at his surroundings in a random hallway, she checked her signal and said, “So you’re just about to go. I’m glad I caught you. Wanted to say good luck. Mom and dad send their love, by the by.”
“Liar,” Wyn said dryly. “At least from the mom-unit. She’s still not happy with me and my life choices.”
“She’s never happy with anyone’s life choices unless you’re following her carefully prescribed plan. I just ignore her when we have conversations. You really should talk to them you know.”
“Why bother,” he groused, as was usual for him. “I have enough weighing on my brain right now to do much listening. It’s never a two way street with mommy dearest. You know that.” He paused a few beats and said, “I did send them a message last night and no response.”
Wilomina sighed at her brother through the link and then nodded, her eyes traced away from the screen then back again. “Try when you can. And let me know how things go, yeah? I’ve got to get back or the Chief will have kittens. Love you Loser.”
Wyn waived and said, “Love you too Winsome.” He said as she ended the link and he sighed, disconnecting his own link to station’s comm systems and turned back to scuff his boots along the carpeted deck back to the rear of the line waiting for transport off the station.
He wasn’t like his sister: able to ignore their mothers verbal jabs and chiding about how her children were ruining her perceptions of how they should be conducting their lives. His mother’s latest comments had been directed toward his lack of a personal life. She was hardly an authority on such a thing. Though if you asked her, of course she was. She knew what was best for everyone.
Sighing audibly, Wyn took a few minutes to shut the line of thought about his parents from his mind and turn back to mental preparations for his new job.
His relationship with the parents would be there when he got a handle on his new posting.
First things first.
END
A solo post by:
Lieutenant Wynning Pi
Chief Engineer (maybe?)
USS Resolute
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