Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in The Captain wondering the halls (All are welcome)
Chris was feeling anxiety. Something was not sitting right with him about the planet that they were about to explore in the morning. It was mainly that really, really big cubed shaped ship that was hovering over it that bothered him. Did it leave something, someone, or a great many someone’s down on the surface. There was only one way to find out and that was going down and taking a good look.

Running his hand through his thick raven dark hair he sighed as he walked the halls of the newly refitted Chernov. Smiling at the gleam and shine of the new parts and new rooms. He did wish to have the old battle scarred interior back. It was a way of showing visitors that, yes we have been through tough times and came out on top, and the polished look looked like we haven’t done anything. He knew that the guests on board would know that they were The Chernov and the greatest battlecruiser to ever leave a port and The Chernov was accompanied by an elite and highly decorated crew. He smiled at that and suddenly found himself in the arboretum. A new aspect of the ship where the crew could go to get a peace of mind, which was rare these days. It was filled with real trees and plants and the sent of it all brought him back to a time when he was a boy growing up in Bloomington, Indiana. Playing basketball in the very early part of fall for his high school. Memories he thought. Memories of friends and loved ones past and present, gone and still alive, just memories. That is all he had. He sighed again as he found a bench near one of the trees about to bloom. It had a flowering bud in the middle of its tulip shaped leaves. He smiled again. “A tulip Tree or otherwise known as a Yellow Poplar. It just so happened to be the State tree of Indiana.

He took a sip of his coffee as he admired the tree and looked out the bay window on the side.

Captain Chris Taggart, CO

Q stepped into the arboretum with his sword in hand. The elaborate hilt bore his family’s crest at the hilt. His father had had it made for him when he joined Starfleet. It had arrived before his first assignment and was the only sign he had ever received of his parents’ acceptance of his choice to venture among the stars. The note that accompanied it held only three words, his family’s motto, Deeds, not words. Q’s father had taken heraldry as a hobby and the interest was shared between them. Q always had a deep sense of history and connection to his family’s past. Dawson’s had been in Lancashire since the 13th century and held a long and proud tradition there.

He looked about the arboretum and smiled at the tranquility of it. He drew his sword and went into some practice drills. Normally he would have taken this to the gymnasium, but he had wanted the natural surroundings around him today. It reminded him of when he would take time and practice his swordsmanship on the campus of Cambridge. The grounds across the river had beautiful trees like some in the arboretum. As he practiced, he thought about the paper he had been reading on Klingon Bat’Leth techniques and tried to imagine a Klingon opponent in front of him. He considered what techniques he might use to pit his ornate Epee against the brutal Klingon blade.

As he moved he suddenly rounded a tree and came upon a bench where the Captain had positioned himself to look out the windows. “oh, hello sir,” Q said sheathing his sword in its black leather scabbard, “I didn’t expect to see you here. Everything alright?” Dawson had noted how the captain stared out and wondered if something may be troubling him.

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Lt. Q Dawson CWO