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No place like Home

Posted on Wed Jan 11th, 2017 @ 1:16pm by 1st Lieutenant Taylor Price

Mission: R&R Coming Home
Location: Marine Country

Marine country:

The Gladiator A was different and yet the same as the Gladiator. Price ran his fingers along the freshly painted bulkhead of Marine Country. The Marine company’s motto had been painted on the wall under the SFMC insignia. It read: “Do not mistake our silence for ignorance, our calmness for acceptance, or our kindness for weakness.”

Price stood in front of that for a moment, his hands folded behind his back, as he thought about the men and women who he had served with on the Gladiator who would not be reporting to the next muster. A silent, offering to the powers that be that he would continue with the marines legacy on the Gladiator.

After that moment had passed he turned to his left and continued down the short corridor to his office. The doors swished open to a much bigger office than he’d anticipated, he wasn’t entirely sure what he needed all that space for but knew that it would come in handy at some point. It was a combination of sorts, a ready room slash conference room. There was enough room and chairs for him to call together company and unit commanders together in the event of a large scale meeting. Or he could camp out on the floor if he didn’t want to leave marine country.

“Computer read over any incoming communications for me.” He heard the computer chime as it worked to collect his communications, which he assumed would mostly be from SFMC command.

“Tea, hot.” He told the replicator as he listened.

The first communique was from Colonel Ford, thanking him for take the assignment of the Gladiator, wishing him the best of luck in his new command, they expected great things from him, yadda yadda yadda. The colonel was getting on in age and often went on with stories of things the way they were in “his day”.

Price rolled his eyes. “Next.”

There were several communications about paperwork he’d need to look over and sign and get back to command. His clearances were being updated, and things of that sort. It was a good 15 minutes of messages and information.

The computer chirped again as Price sipped the steaming tea. “LCdr. Jonathan Price.” The computer said.

Taylor almost spit the tea out as his own father’s voice came across the comsystem in his office. “The twins said they saw you on Mars, you’re a 2nd Lieutenant now, I guess” His dad’s voice sound strong and yet awkward. “And they gave you a command.” He heard the hesitation in his dad’s voice as Taylor slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He hadn’t heard from his family since he’d left for Starfleet. “I wanted…. I wanted to say congratulations, Taylor. I know you’re a good kid, a little mixed up but a good kid. So, anyways, I wanted to let you know that, I’m proud of you. I’m still on the Yosemite, if you get a chance I’d love to catch up with you.”

The communique ended and the office was left in silence. Taylor was sitting on the carpet, in awe, shock maybe a little of both. His dad, reached out to him. He’d lost track of time as to how long it had been. He couldn’t fathom, didn’t know what to do next. Tell Julian? Try to contact the Yosemite? Did his dad know about Julian?!

Taylor shook his head. “Computer.” he said after a moment. “Send a response to the Yosemite, attention to Lcdr Jonathan Price.” He licked his lips. “Good to hear from you, will talk soon.” He heard the computer chirp just before he told it to send the communication. Then he got up and put his cup back in the replicator and dusted himself off, straightened his uniform and sat down to get those papers and reports signed. That way he could spend some time with Julian later, with dinner and setting up their quarters together. Dad… would just have to wait.

 

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