TalVur
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=/\= Bridge, USS Saturn =/\=
James stood on the rear deck of the bridge, and had been for some time. Their last mission had been harsh...not the kind of thing a doctor would expect to be in the middle of.
All of his time on the Saturn, before Admiral Durkis had been calm...quiet. He had sat around shipside and patched up cuts, bruises and contusions. Three ship swaps later and James had decided to leave Commodore Anderson and transferred to Command, back in San Fran.
But it hadn't suited him. Sure, he had a reasonable job at Medical, and an even better one at the Academy..one that had afforded him the time to work on that which he knew best...
But it had grown boring. There wasn't the excitement of being in deep space. He had longed to feel the surge in his feet as a ship jumped to warp, or as a critical patient was brought in. He had missed his home, the Saturn.
When he had learned of his former position open on the Saturn he had jumped at the chance to get off that ball of rock. Sure, it wasn't the same...the crew was nearly all gone and there was a new CO, but it wasn't the men and women, the orders...it was the connection that drew him back. The Saturn was his birthplace of sorts...
He felt that all to familiar slowing that signified the ship had dropped from warp. Not the kind of thing a new recruit would feel, something you just grew to know and feel. James blinked a few times, snapping out of his musings and looked up at the blurring starfield on the display. Xavier Fleet Yards snapped into clear focus, it's size was impressive...
But more than that was the feeling inside. James had been looking forward to returning to Klach D'Kel Brakt. He had liked the station's dark corners and how it had allowed him to blend in...but more than that was the distraction that the combat provided.
All the rage, anger and hatred from this last mission, from watching a crewmember die and not being able to do anything about it, would soon flow into his blade. He only hoped that G'trell would be here. He missed her dropping by sickbay every now and then, but more than that he missed sparring with her. He had nearly bested her. It had seemed so long ago, but it had really only been less than a year.
Had it? Their encounter had seemed like an eternity, all the death, all the mayhem, and there was nothing he could have done about it. The thought haunted him.
The Saturn had docked, James had watched with some disinterest. The old ship was in for some maintenence thanks to Zohar. They had barely made it out...
Bernard: "Admiral, we've just docked at Xavier."
Durkis: "Contact Admiral Neirbo, remind him he is buying the first round of drinks...And I could use one."
Bernard:"Aye sir."
James looked at Bernard. Bernard had entered the tournament as well. It would be interesting if they had to meet in the ring. There was an brief conversation between Bernard and the controller at XFY. Then Bernard passed the message along to a rather shocked Admiral Durkis. So it seemed that Admiral Nierbo wouldn't be around this year...James had met him last year at the tournament...
Bernard: "You've been requested to report to the new starbase CO's office. A Vice Admiral Valren Arelwynn. He said he would explain."
Durkis: "What the...tell the Admiral I'm on my way."
The doors to the Admiral's ready room hissed open and Durkis made his way across the bridge. James felt closer to him, having survived the incident on Zohar at his side. Sure, James had felt a connection to Commodore Anderson, but this was different. James was literally willing to sacrifice his life for Durkis and he barely knew the man. James decided it was time to change that.
He quickly joined the Admiral aboard the turbolift, before the doors could snap shut.
"Sir, do you mind if I accompany you? There are some things I would like to discuss about this past mission with you..."
He trailed off and waited for the Admiral's reply.
=/\= Off =/\=
Lt. James Tal'Vur
Chief Medical Officer
USS Saturn, NCC-28400
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