Post 27

Posted on Tue Feb 17th, 2015 @ 3:24pm by 1st Lieutenant Dalton Wakefield

Mission: Begin with a Bang
Location: Barracks Accomodation, Andorian Imperial Guard Vessel Docona, At Warp
Timeline: May 15th, 2155 - 0945 hours

Completing his third set of pushups, he swapped positions to the sit-up pose, and started his third set of them. The gym onboard the Andorian vessel was sparse, and the machines contained within were of an unusual configuration, with the want to just workout, Dalton skipped the equipment. Returning back to the old faithfuls, the pushup, sit up and the burpee, he was working up a sweat, despite the nagging cold.

The last few days spent on the Docona had been a great experience, training with the Andorian Guard, but more towards forming long term friendships and interoperability between forces. Another step toward reinforcing the Coalition partnerships.

But the living conditions were not the most hospitable, the cold was a constant companion, slightly unwelcome for such a protracted period of time. He wasnt complaining, just chilled to the bone. The food was the next point, what he could only describe as porridge with twigs, but with more water than one would desire, was the main sustenance aboard. He had authorized the use of some of the MACO's ration packs they had transported aboard for the Discovery. Just one per 48 hours, to supplement the lack of a nutritious diet.

Getting used to the genders was also a tough prospect, there was four of them. Getting the pronouns correct was like walking in a minefield. The genders, zhen, shen, chan, and thaan. They had been shown some consideration for being basically galactic tourists, but it was wearing thin. Misreading a sign to a shower room was apparently frowned upon.

From his accident he discovered however that the Andorian female bodies are mostly just blue, something he was curious about. A smirk crossed his face as he finished his set, and rubbed his face down with a towel.

1000 hours, he noted, still a couple of days away from Discovery, and he had gone through his regime of training pretty quickly. He didnt want to double up or triple book the excercises, as a few of them would be re conducted with the Starfleet personnel.

He considered for a moment asking Captain th'Ravisee for permission to conduct a mock boarding excercise, with the MACOs being the aggressors. For now he looked around the barracks, his people having a free day to work on their own work. Several were stripping and assembling their gear, some as he was were working out. Staff Sergeant Ragnar was instructing Corporal Tracy about her upcoming Sergeant Promotion course.

Just a couple more weeks in grade for her, and he could send her promotion request off to MACO Command. Promotions were one of the best things about being a commanding officer.

It brought him around to his own rank situation, flicking on a PADD, he looked at the last update from MACO Command. The promotion list, and once again his name wasn't on it, he shrugged and changed over to his personal files. Switching on to a pre-war show, an episode of Red Dwarf Season 3, he settled onto his bunk. A British sci fi comedy show about being lost in deep space. A favourite of his fathers, the show became one of his quite quickly.

Halfway through watching one of the main characters eating a can of dogfood, rather than a potnoodle, he was interrupted by one of the Andorian bridge officers.

"Lieutenant Wakefield, you are requested on the bridge," The Andorian officer said, raising an eyebrow as a spoonful of dog food was eaten on screen.

Pressing pause "Understood."

Arriving on the bridge, he reported to the Captain, "Sir?"

"Lieutenant, the Discovery has just dropped out of warp and is answering fullstop. I wanted you here when we hail them," Captain th'Ravisee explained.

Dalton nodded and faced the viewscreen. He wondered what could have made them stop so abruptly. Things could potentially be very interesting once they finally make the rendevous.

"Open a frequency to the Discovery."