Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Holodeck 5, Tag Captain Holloway

Posted by Captain Molly Holloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck 5, Tag Captain Holloway

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Holodeck 5, Tag Captain Holloway
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Stores Grandfather didn’t trust replicators, and up untile his mother took over the Tortuga, they only had one on board and it was strictly rationed. So it is no surprise that the quick dinner he grabbed had been resequenced protein and vegetables.

Woofing it down, Stores rushed off to to meet Captain Holloway.

Stepping out of the turbo lift a few minuets later on Deck 16 the crono at the corner of his HUD shows the time to be 17:40 hrs. Damn Stores, calm yourself. This is training not a first date he thought as he stepped out and made his way down the haul to holodeck number five.

Twenty minutes later, Holloway showed up. This time wearing the fully black uniform of Starfleet Intelligence. and her fiery red hair tied neatly in the ballerina bun she always wore. It was 1800, not a second earlier or a second later. She smiled politely at Reed when she saw him waiting by the Holodeck.

“Been here for long?” She asked in way of conversation as she tapped the panel next to the Holodeck door.

“No M’am”, a polite lie, but a lie none the less.

Stepping away from the panel, Holloway turned to Reed. “I have been thinking about our conversation, and it occurred to me that what you might not need an ‘away mission training’ session. Not immediately, anyway. There’s no way you will get the hang of surviving planetside if you don’t familiarize yourself with what being planetside is like first.”

“The overwhelming majority of the students at Starfleet Academy, if not all of them, grew up on a planet. And even if they didn’t, just the fact that they are studying on a planet, sets their expectations. So I thought we could start where most of us started, and go from there.”

With a tap on the panel next to the Holodeck entrance, the doors opened. “After you.” Holloway smiled and she gestured to the open arch.

With a polite nod, Stores stepped thre the arch and stoped dead in his tracts…

The arch opened up to a square bustling with activity. Groups of young men and women, wearing Starfleet cadet uniforms walked up and down the cement paths. Large extensions of green grass welcomed whoever wanted to lay down on them to study or to relax. In fact, many cadets were doing just that. On the right, a large modern white building obscured most of the view, and right ahead, the Golden Gate Bridge stood in all its glory. It was a beautiful day. The birds chirped, the sun shone bright in the sky, and there were no clouds to be seen.

Capt. Holloway, CIO

Closing his eyes, Stores could feel just the hum of the ship, tho muted buy the holodeck forcefeilds. After a moment he opens his eyes, but avoided looking up at the sky. Not even looking at the horizon Stores stepped forward into the seen, clearing the way for Captain Holloway.

Finally he remembers to breath In threw your nose, pause, out threw your mouth, pause… Looking around at what he remembers from recruiting posters to be the ‘Academy’ Stores began to focuse on the seen. plastacrete, breath, grass, (that is grass right?) breath, PPAD, breath, windows, breath, (what is that annoying sound?) cadets, breath…

Taking another step forward Stores finally looks out at the Golden Gate Bridge and the horizon beyond. BREATH

Finally, Stores turns to face his instructor “Ok, I’m ready.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

Walking in behind Reed, Molly smiled taking a breath of fresh air. It had been a while since she had last been at the Academy and the place brought back memories. Some that she cherished, some that she didn’t cherish that much. With her steps, the Holodeck doors closed behind them and disappeared from sight, immersing the pair in the simulated reality that surrounded them.

Even though Holloway was not a trained counselor, she had been taught how to read people. In fact, it was a large part of her job. And looking at the older man she could tell that he was not very comfortable on the current scene. The fact that he didn’t look at the sky didn’t go unnoticed.

Stepping briefly aside to let a group of cadets running through, Molly turned to face Reed. “What here makes you feel uneasy?”

Capt. Holloway, CIO

Stores paused a moment, Looking around wile he contimplated his answer. “ The lack of a ceiling” he said after a moment. “ I know it doesn’t make any sense, m’am.” Forcing himself to look at the sky, wile continuing to control his breathing. “ I have worked countless hours in a suit with nothing but the void to my back, but a ‘sky’ and a ‘horizon’, peals back my eyelids and makes me feel like someone is setting on my chest.” Looking down at the Captains shoes to escape the blue sky pressing down on him.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo.

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