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Catching Up

Posted on 28 Nov 2017 @ 2:58pm by Warrant Officer 1 Victor "Zane" Vossler
Edited on 29 Nov 2017 @ 10:47am

I'm finally back on my feet. Well, in a manner of speaking. There's a nagging cough that won't seem to go away, but I can work with that.

I've been trying to convince the nurse that comes to my quarters every morning that I'm fine, but apparently the kamaraazite flu is nothing to play around with. She wears a full anti-contamination getup each time and doesn't think it's very funny when I tell her there are lots of needles in my bed with me.

I was pronounced ready for duty this morning and about twenty minutes later a petty officer came and removed the double filters from my ECS grates. I almost gave him a hug because it was the first human I had seen other than the nurse for quite a while. If there is anything worse than being stuck in a metal starship for two years it is being stuck in a tiny room inside of a metal starship. Not to mention getting sick on your first day..when you are literally unpacking your bags.

I went for a stroll this afternoon to familiarize myself with the ship. The layout is quite similar to Endeavor, so it felt somewhat familiar despite most of the people I passed looking at me inquisitively. One thing about starships is once they are deployed, you don't normally get new crew members. So I'm sure most of them were wondering why they had never seen me before.

I stopped by my office on B deck and peeped inside. While quarantined to quarters I had the luxury of still being able to set watch and duty rotations, and fill out the endless other reports and forms that were necessary of me. Now I was able to see the place where I would occasionally sit and do these things. And to call it an office is a bit of a misnomer, especially for a warrant officer. You could easily call it something more descriptive like "supply closet with an extra shelf where a computer terminal sits."

While I wasn't the COMMO on the Endeavor, I did still get to do most of his work so I'm familiar with what it will be like on my first duty rotation. I don't want to go as far as to say I'm excited, but I am grateful there aren't any CWOs around to call me spot. Spot, go make some coffee. Spot, there's a radio relay behind the crewman latrines that needs re-orienting. Even my father called me spot when I told him I would be serving as COMMO on the Eagle. "Surprised they gave that to a spot." Thanks Dad.

For the most part I am impressed with the crew. There seems to be duty and purpose in everyone's work. Procedure is razor sharp here compared to the Endeavor. The reports I've been reading lead me to believe most of that comes from Captain Cavett. My Father knew him and spoke highly of his professionalism and sense of duty. That probably doesn't line up exactly with my normal "I just work here" attitude.

Speaking of, that is my first order of business tomorrow. I want to meet with my team to finally put faces to names and get a feel for the department. I can't believe I'm suddenly in charge of one.

Anyway, after today these logs will probably get much shorter. I suppose that's a good thing.

 

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