Posted by Ensign Walter Genard Gibbs (Science Officer) in Coming Aboard The Ark Angel
The comm on the main panel in Transporter Room 3 buzzed, alerting the duty NCO that an incoming transport was pending. After running a confirmation and checking the particulars of the transport, she ran the sequence from muscle memory alone. Nothing new with these state-of-the-art transporters. The transport pad hummed along with the familiar whine of the device, and soon a swirl of blue light coalesced into the shape of a male humanoid.

‘Who is this guy?’ she wondered to herself as a five foot nothing, white haired nothing, medium framed nothing wearing a blue Starfleet uniform. He had an olive green military style duffle bag over his shoulder and a small black bag in his left hand.

“Hello. I am Ensign Walter Gibbs. Permission to come aboard?’ the rather average looking male asked after the transport cycle ended. Taking him in he seemed like another cookie cutter Ensign who seemed to be just out of the Academy. The only thing that stood out about him was his regulation cut white hair.

“I’m Petty Officer Alysia Garret, Permission Granted, sir.” She replied as Gibbs now stepped off the platform, “I have notified Command and an officer will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you, Ms. Garret” Gibbs answered as he moved himself to a corner of the room to ensure he would not interfere with her duties.

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It didn’t take long before a seemingly harried Bolian arrived in a red uniform. “Are you Gibbs?” they asked expectantly, ” The white-haired officer nodded in the affirmative. “I am so sorry for my delay. I was waiting for you in Transporter Room 1. Let’s get you situated.” Gibbs handed his transfer orders to the officer, and they scanned them quickly. They motioned for Gibbs to follow as they left the Transporter Room and headed towards the nearest turbolift. The Bolian continued to talk not leaving Gibbs much of a chance to say anything.

“Ok, you will be reporting to Lt. t’Liriena. She is our Chief Science Officer, and your Department Head. You can find her usually on Deck 13.”

“Then there are your medical clearances: Counselor Cross is on Deck 11. Doctor Slenn has his office in Sickbay on Deck 12.”

Turbolift doors opened and the pair entered. “Forty-one” the Bolian barked as the turbolift started to descend. “You are currently assigned junior officer quarters on Deck 41.” they tapped a few times on the PaDD in their hand, “Room 41-117 to be exact.”

The turbolift doors opened onto Deck 41. The Bollian turned left took a few steps, then turned right. “I always get turned around down here.” The corridor was full of off duty personnel. Gibbs just tried to follow along as the Bolian went on and on about how busy they were today with so many new crew rotations. Gibbs confirmed his suspicion that this was a typical Boilan. Very talkative and friendly. With a start, the Bolian stopped.

“Here you are. Your new home. Do you have any other questions for me?”

“Science on 13. Counselor in 11, Sickbay on 12. My quarters 41-117” Gibbs repeated, making sure he got the information correct.

“You got it. Have a great day and Welcome Aboard!” Before Gibbs could see if his fingerprint had been entered into the system to allow him access to his quarters, the Bolian was gone. He tried it, and the door opened.

‘Well at least that works” he mused to himself. He entered his assigned residence and took in what he saw. Typical two room layout with a main room and sleeping area. He laid his duffle bag and black satchel on the bed and went to the room’s replicator. ‘Time for the real test…’ “Black Tea. Cold. On the rocks, with pineapple.”

The replicator produced a tall glass with the requested dark colored liquid with floating ice cubes and pineapple chunks. Gibbs took a sip and grimaced. “I figured as much. The tea is weak. Not like you make Mom. If I’m going to make a life here, I have to get the family drink correct.”

He made a note to himself to update the recipe then check his chromometer. He still had about four hours or so on Alpha Shift and he wanted to make a good impression by showing up on time.

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