Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Fliehr, Charlotte Ashley Elizabeth (Medical Officer) in The Arrival: USS Ark Angel (NCC-98729)

Posted by Captain Alex Becket (Commanding Officer) in The Arrival: USS Ark Angel (NCC-98729)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Fliehr, Charlotte Ashley Elizabeth (Medical Officer) in The Arrival: USS Ark Angel (NCC-98729)
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The viewport of the Type-11 shuttlecraft was entirely consumed by a wall of polished duranium and white starship hull.
​To a civilian, the USS Ark Angel was a breathtaking testament to Federation utopian ambition. To Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlotte Fliehr, it was a massive, highly complex biological system made of tritanium and warp plasma. As a Mythology-class Explorer, Mark II, the vessel was an apex predator of deep-space cartography and tactical deterrence. Its dual-neck design swept forward like a striking bird of prey, and its elongated saucer section hummed with the latent energy of a pristine, uprated deflector array.
​Charlotte did not marvel at it. She assessed it. Her hazel eyes scanned the exterior hull, noting the precise placement of the Type-XII phaser arrays and the seamless seal of the auxiliary cargo hatches.
​”Arriving at Main Hangar Bay Three, Doctor,” the automated voice of the shuttle’s computer chimed. “Pre-登記 internal atmosphere alignment complete.”
​Charlotte stood up before the shuttle had even fully crossed the magnetic atmospheric barrier. She smoothed the front of her Starfleet uniform—the deep medical teal across her shoulders was stark, immaculate, and entirely devoid of wrinkles. Her blonde hair was locked tightly against her skull in regulation-secure braids, pinned with a precision that bordered on the fanatical. In her right hand, she gripped the heavy strap of her specialized trauma gear kit.
​The shuttle touched down with a faint, hydraulic hiss. The rear boarding ramp groaned as it broke its vacuum seal and lowered onto the deck of Hangar Bay Three.
​The hangar of a Mythology-class Mark II was a cavernous, multi-level hive of activity, but the moment Charlotte’s boots struck the deck plating, her presence seemed to cut right through the ambient roar of plasma micro-filters and diagnostic thruster whines. She stood at an unbroken, rigid attention—a physical echo of the upbringing drilled into her by Admiral Richard Fliehr.
​A young Starfleet operations crewman, wearing the gold stripes of an Ensign, hurried toward her with a digital PADD clutched nervously against his chest. He stopped two paces away, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer, unyielding posture of the junior grade lieutenant standing before him.
​”Dr. Fliehr?” the Ensign asked, checking the PADD. “Welcome aboard the Ark Angel. I’m Ensign Miller. I was assigned to escort you to the Chief Medical Officer’s office on Deck 12, and then to your quarters on—”
​”Belay the quarters, Ensign,” Charlotte interrupted. Her voice was cool, level, and possessed an innate, quiet volume that brooked absolutely no debate. “My personal gear has already been logged by the automated transport grid. We are currently operating at seventy percent hangar efficiency; two of your Type-9 shuttle maintenance bays are blocked by uncalibrated diagnostic rigs. That is a triage hazard should this ship drop out of warp under fire.”
​Miller blinked, his mouth opening slightly. “Ma’am? We’re just running routine mid-route checks…”
​”Routine is the precursor to complacency,” Charlotte said smoothly, her eyes locked onto his until the junior officer adjusted his posture. “Lead the way to Sickbay, Ensign. Let us see if the medical department matches the flight deck’s lack of discipline.”
​She stepped past him without waiting for a reply, her coat snapping cleanly behind her. The “Queenie” had arrived aboard the Ark Angel, and her reign in Main Sickbay was already underway.

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
USS Ark Angel (NCC-98729)

The captain had just gotten off the turbolift heading to shuttle bay two just making sure the deck of shuttle bay 3 was good. He wasn’t 100% sure of what was going on. He was looking over his pad of crew assignments and new crew. Surprisingly he got a notification of a new officer joining the crew of the Ark Angel. He wanted to meet who this new Lieutenant J.G. is. However, there something a little more on the critical side at the given moment.

He turned a corner and accidently bumped into the new officer. “Oh excuse me Lieutenant.” He said as he stopped walking. “I am Captain Alex Becket. Captain of this wonderful vessel. I wish I had more time to get to know you but I am heading to shuttle bay 2, to see how my away teams are going. I don’t want to hold you up Lieutenant unless if you want to come with me and we can speak if you have time to do so.” He said to the newest member of his crew not knowing what to expect to hear from her.

As he stood there still looking at her and down at his pad getting the away teams settled and ready to go as he heads to shuttlebay 2.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Lieutenant J.G. Charlotte Fliehr adjusted the strap of the medical kit slung over her shoulder just as the collision stopped her in mid-step. The padd tucked against her arm nearly slipped free before she caught it with practiced precision. Her hazel eyes lifted immediately toward the man addressing her, posture straightening the second she recognized the four pips on his collar.
“Captain.” She gave a respectful nod. “No harm done, sir.”
Charlotte shifted slightly to the side to allow a pair of crewmen carrying equipment cases to pass through the corridor before returning her attention fully to him.
“Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlotte Fliehr, Medical Division.” There was confidence in her tone, calm and professional without sounding rehearsed. “I officially reported aboard less than twenty minutes ago. I was actually on my way to locate Sickbay and finish my transfer paperwork.”
At the mention of Shuttle Bay Two and away teams, her expression sharpened with immediate interest. A second-generation Starfleet officer understood very quickly when a captain sounded concerned beneath the professionalism.
“If there’s an active away operation underway, then I’d rather be useful than stand around signing forms, sir.” A faint hint of a smile crossed her face. “Besides, first impressions matter.”
She fell naturally into step beside him as he continued down the corridor, matching his pace with ease.
“I reviewed the Ark Angel’s recent mission summaries during transit,” she continued. “Looks like this ship doesn’t spend much time sitting still. That usually means somebody ends up needing medical attention eventually.”
Charlotte glanced briefly toward the padd in his hands before looking forward again.
“And for what it’s worth, Captain… I appreciate you taking the time to introduce yourself personally. Not every commanding officer does that for new arrivals.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
USS ARK ANGEL

He looked at her with a smile as she expressed herself to him. However, he was really happy that she realized it. “Yes Lieutenant this ship hasn’t had the time to settle down and have some down time. Let’s just say, we’ve been keeping busy as we are of course an explorer we don’t typically stop.” He replied. “As for away teams we have two. Your department head Doctor Spenn, is on the first away team and we have a young cadet. Cadet Vaarek is part of Away Team two. Both teams are rather busy so sadly we won’t need anyone else on the away teams. For me personally, I would recommend getting familiar with the ship and her systems. I can even give you a full ships tour if you’d like.” He had looked up from his pad offering her some time to adjust on board and to give a tour around.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Lieutenant Fliehr listened carefully as they walked, hands folded neatly behind her back now, matching the Captain’s pace with the disciplined ease expected of a seasoned officer. At the mention of Doctor Spenn and Cadet Vaarek already assigned to the away teams, she gave a small, understanding nod.
“Understood, sir. It’s reassuring to know the medical department is already represented planetside.” Her tone was measured, though there was the slightest trace of disappointment at not being immediately thrown into the action. “Though I can’t deny I was hoping my first hour aboard might involve something a little more dramatic than memorizing deck plans.”
Her lips curved into a restrained smile, allowing just enough humor to show.
At his offer, Charlotte glanced around the corridor briefly, taking in the hum of the Ark Angel—the steady vibration beneath her boots, the distant chatter over the comm system, the unmistakable pulse of a ship alive and constantly moving.
“A personal tour from the commanding officer?” she said, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I’d be foolish to decline that.”
She adjusted the cuff of her uniform and turned her full attention back to him.
“I’d appreciate the opportunity, Captain. Learning the ship directly from the person responsible for her tells me far more than any schematic ever could. Every captain leaves a mark on their vessel… its routines, its culture, even how its crew carries themselves.”
For a moment, her expression softened—something more personal beneath the professionalism.
“My father used to say you can tell everything about a command by how its captain walks its corridors.”
She caught herself, offering a small apologetic smile.
“Admiral Richard Fliehr. He served long enough to fill my childhood with more Starfleet stories than I can count. Some lessons stay with you.”
Charlotte straightened again, her composure immediate and practiced.
“Lead the way, sir. I’d like to get to know the Ark Angel properly.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
USS ARK ANGEL

He looked over at her hearing the name of Admiral Richard Fliehr. “Ah yes I know he is. He taught at the academy when I first started. He’s a good man. And a good teacher.” He said with a smile. “He said the same exact thing to me.” He added. He smiled more and more as he started to head to the other turbolift on the opposite side as she kept good walking pace with him. “We may start from top to bottom or go from here down and then up. Your choice Lieutenant.” He added. They then got into the turbolift and he smiled at her again.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Charlotte looked genuinely surprised for the first time since boarding the Ark Angel. The polished officer’s composure eased just enough for something warmer and more personal to come through.
“You knew my father at the Academy?” she asked, a quiet note of pride entering her voice before she gave a soft laugh under her breath. “Then I should probably apologize in advance, sir. He tended to leave… lasting impressions on his students.”
As the two stepped into the turbolift, she moved to the side with practiced courtesy, allowing the Captain the center position while the doors sealed behind them with a smooth hiss.
The mention of hearing the same advice from Richard Fliehr made her smile widen slightly.
“That sounds like him.” She shook her head faintly. “He had a habit of repeating lessons until they became impossible to forget. Usually over coffee at oh-five-hundred while quoting some ancient naval tradition.”
Charlotte considered his question for a moment as the lift began humming quietly around them.
“Bottom to top,” she answered confidently. “You learn a ship best from her foundation upward. Engineering, operations, support systems… that’s the heart of a vessel. The bridge may command the ship, but the lower decks keep her alive.”
She glanced toward him briefly, curious now herself.
“And besides, Captain, if I’m going to serve aboard the Ark Angel, I’d rather understand how the crew actually lives and works before admiring the view from the top.”
A small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Though I imagine every captain secretly prefers showing off the bridge first.”

Lieutenant Jr Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
Uss Ark Angel

He smiled at her and nodded. “Deck 45.” He said to the computer commanding it to take them all the way down to the bottom deck. “Your father actually told me that he has a daughter. He actually told me that you are his daughter over a cup of coffee at 0400. We actually met when you were my age when I was 17. I was in my second year at the academy. He told me so much about you that to be honest, he wanted me to take you out on a date. And that was years ago for me. I however told him that it wouldn’t be possible. With me being in higher class and going into my 3rd year of the academy I didn’t think it was the best and wisest decision.” He started to explain to her.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

The faint amusement on Charlotte’s face froze for just a fraction of a second as the turbolift descended. She blinked once, clearly caught off guard by the sudden turn in conversation.
Then, slowly, one eyebrow lifted.
“My father tried to arrange a date?” she asked carefully, somewhere between disbelief and embarrassment. “That sounds alarmingly like him.”
A quiet laugh escaped her despite herself as she looked down briefly, shaking her head.
“I’m going to assume he delivered this proposal with complete confidence and absolutely no concern for how awkward it might become years later.”
The turbolift hummed steadily downward while she folded her arms loosely across her chest, her posture relaxing now that the conversation had shifted away from pure professionalism.
“At least now I know why he kept asking strange questions whenever your name came up during my Academy prep.” She looked back toward him with an amused expression. “I thought he was evaluating one of his former cadets. Apparently he was conducting reconnaissance.”
There was no discomfort in her tone—more entertained than anything else.
“For what it’s worth, Captain, declining was probably the correct call at the time. Seventeen-year-old Academy cadets aren’t exactly known for making wise long-term decisions.” She paused, then added dryly, “Especially ones being orchestrated by retired admirals over coffee before sunrise.”
Her eyes shifted toward the turbolift doors as the deck numbers continued descending.
“Still… I appreciate the honesty.” She glanced back at him. “Most people probably would’ve kept that story buried forever.”
Lieutenant Jr Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
USS ARK ANGEL

He nodded at her. “Of course and Charlotte we can go informal. It’s just you and I. Besides, I was actually going to be going off duty here soon anyways so a tour is a great way to finish up the night. Besides, seeing you again brought back some good memories resurface.” He said without a doubt the turbolift had taken a halt. “After you.” He said extending his arm out to allow her off the turbolift.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Charlotte studied him for a moment after he used her first name, weighing the offer of informality before finally giving a small nod of acceptance.
“Then off-duty rules apply, Alex,” she replied smoothly, the name sounding slightly unfamiliar on her tongue at first but natural enough after a beat. “Though if I accidentally call you Captain every third sentence, I’m blaming twenty years of Starfleet conditioning.”
As the turbolift came to a stop and the doors parted, she noticed the gesture immediately. A faint smile appeared again, softer this time.
“Careful,” she said as she stepped past him onto Deck 45. “That kind of old-fashioned courtesy is dangerous. People might start thinking you were actually raised properly.”
The lower deck was quieter than the upper levels, filled with the distant thrum of the warp core and the steady mechanical pulse of the ship’s infrastructure. Charlotte slowed slightly, taking in the corridor with genuine interest rather than merely observing it as an officer.
When he mentioned good memories resurfacing, her expression became more thoughtful.
“I barely remember the Academy years when my father was teaching,” she admitted. “Mostly because every cadet who came near our house suddenly stood straighter and acted terrified.” She glanced sideways at him with a teasing look. “Which tells me you were either one of the brave ones… or one of the reckless ones.”
She clasped her hands behind her back again as they continued down the corridor.
“So,” she asked casually, “what exactly did Admiral Fliehr tell a seventeen-year-old cadet about his daughter that was memorable enough to survive all these years?”

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-MEDICAL
USS ARK ANGEL

As Alex looked at her and thought about what she had said. “Honestly, the fact that you looked at me in a flirty way back at the academy and that you loved an engineering cadet that is crazy about being a pilot and that you well wanted to kiss me back then.” He started to go on a out it. “And to be honest it’s not the first time. I saw it too and it was hard for me not to notice.” He added.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

Charlotte stopped walking.
Not abruptly, not dramatically—but enough for the shift in pace to be noticeable in the quiet lower-deck corridor. The faint humor that had been present on her face moments earlier faded into something more measured as she looked at him carefully.
For a second, she seemed unsure whether to laugh or be embarrassed.
“My father told you that?” she asked, incredulous. “I knew he had absolutely no boundaries, but that may actually be impressive even for him.”
She exhaled softly through her nose and shook her head, though there was reluctant amusement underneath it all.
“And for the record… seventeen-year-old me probably did flirt.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in playful accusation. “You were apparently the reckless pilot cadet all the instructors complained about. That tends to attract attention at the Academy.”
Charlotte leaned lightly against the bulkhead beside them, folding her arms.
“But wanting to kiss you?” she added dryly. “That sounds like my father embellishing details to entertain himself over coffee.”
The corner of her mouth curved upward again before her expression softened just slightly.
“Although…” she admitted after a pause, “I do remember you. More than I probably should for someone I barely spoke to back then.”
Her gaze met his directly now, calm and confident.
“You stood out, Alex. Most cadets tried too hard to impress people. You acted like you already knew exactly who you were going to become.”
A faint smirk returned.
“Turns out you were right.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dr. Charlotte Fliehr-Medical
Uss Ark Angel

He paused. “Yeah. I guess my reputation precedes me. Charlotte if I had known that you were going to be assigned here I would’ve been able to change out of my uniform. But honestly he wasn’t wrong. I did want to kiss you back then. But couldn’t because of my studies. And my cockiness.” He said.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel