Posted by Commander Oliver Loughty (Executive Officer) in Overdue Connections
On the Leviathan, Oliver found a rare moment of alone time. Seated in his office, surrounded by the soft glow of ambient lighting, he contemplated how he could spend the rare moments of peace. His mind was directed to Sharah, a name from his past that was surrounded with memories and the familiarity of shared experiences. The quiet hum of the ship’s systems enveloped him, creating a tranquil ambiance as he prepared to reach out to Sharah after years of separation.
“Computer, open a communication channel to Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth, USS Ark Angel,” Oliver ordered. The computer responded almost immediately with, “Unable to comply. There is no crew member serving on the USS Ark-Angel NCC-98729.” Oliver sat up, his expression turning into a frown. “Computer, please search for personnel files of Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth, Chief Science Officer USS Ark-Angel, and expand the search to recent promotions and assignments.”

After a couple of minutes, the female voice of the computer spoke once again, saying, “Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth was reassigned in 74521.69 and was appointed to the USS Viking as a Medical Doctor. She was then promoted to Lieutenant on stardate 74020.32 and assigned to OED Five, where she was later promoted to Lieutenant Commander, currently serving as the Chief Medical Officer.”

Oliver smiled, acknowledging Sharah’s intelligence. However, the realisation that much time had passed and both of them had changed settled in. “Computer, reformat the previous request to Lieutenant Commander Faythe, OED Five.” The computer acknowledged, and the communication request was sent.

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan

Sharah was thinking a lot lately about Uncle Olly. It had been a long time since she had heard from him, and her letters were undeliverable. A search told her he was still in Star Fleet, but his assignment was unknown. Basically it meant it was classified. Whatever it was had to be a scientific marvel to get Olly to take Hazel on a classified mission. Well… maybe not. Classified didn’t inherently mean dangerous. She missed him and hated the silence, but she was sort of used to it. He got so wrapped up in his experiments he would forget things for weeks and months at a time. Of course in this case it might be he wasn’t allowed to make contact.

She was worried though. That strange man, Dr Mercer, had entered the labs and given Olly’s name. The man seemed polite and genuine enough (though Sharah knew how easily a mind could be trained to be deceptive). Though the encounter had left her wondering, one if Olly was hurt or in danger, and two if Dr Mercer was competent enough to be working if he was so easily confused as to give a false name. That was a problem for other people though.

At the moment, Sharah was in the beautiful prismatic glass greenhouse that Yavia and Charles had built for her. She loved it there, and the metal and glass sculpture Yavia had commissioned of Hope was stunning. She wished she could show it to Olly. She would get the chance eventually. Hope too was thriving and growing. Sharah had had to re-pot her twice now since arriving on Oed. The bonsai liked the natural sunlight. The large PaDD she’d had mounted in the greenhouse allowed her to conduct research and be notified of comms while she was out there working. It trilled an incoming message, and Sharah reached over with a soil dusted finger and accepted the message. =/\=Lt Cmdr Fayth, how can I help you?=/\= she asked as she finished mixing special plant food.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO
OEDV