Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Side Sim - Meeting the Crew

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Flint Locke (Science Officer) in Side Sim - Meeting the Crew
Flint was always dubious about the Class F shuttles and the state they appeared in, in essence, held together with whatever the engineering departments could find, he always remembered his mother saying “Just hold your breath” when entering one. “She wasn’t wrong…” he thought to himself.

The shuttle started to enter the Risa atmosphere, and once again started to bounce around, causing him to grab onto the seats in front with more than a shallow grip.

Flint’s new assignment to the UCC Sentinel couldn’t have come at a better time, he was really looking forward to getting involved with a new crew, better surroundings, and a fast-paced environment, he had heard they were on a well-deserved shore leave break after their previous mission.

The shuttle touched down on the landing pad and Flint grabbed his bag, the door opened and he was welcomed with the weather-controlled system the locals had bought in, heat hit his face and the smell of the water greeted his senses.

Flint has his orders to come and find the crew in a less formal environment, to break the ice and have an introduction with them.

Walking from the shuttle he headed into the primary resort via local transport, hoping he would at least bump into some of his new crew.

• Flint Locke - Lieutenant Junior Grade - Science Officer

Captain Asam had prearranged for several accommodations to be reserved for the crew. Those who wished to stay elsewhere could, but Asam wanted to be sure those that had never graced Risa’s ground had an upstanding place to stay.

Rand had been tasked with assisting to get the crew settled. She made sure everyone’s bags were not lost, they all had a communicator, and were briefed on the local laws and customs. She helped to make sure everyone checked in timely to the resort and found their room. She enjoyed helping and was glad to see everyone get the break they deserved.

She spotted an as yet unmet Officer, but he was familiar from his personnel file photo. Her polished black knee high uniform boots clicked across the tiled floor. “Lt Locke. I’m Yeoman Rand, USS Sentinel.”

Yeoman Rand

Flint couldn’t help but notice the boots that were presented in front of him, they came over as structured and militant on the uniform, something he was certainly accustomed to on his previous postings.

The past of Locke was interesting within the environment he used to serve, structure, and goals were at the foremost of his training but with an out-the-box thinking style, regardless of it he felt he was out of place or not.

Flint extended his hand to greet the Yeoman.

“Lieutenant Flint Locke, reporting for duty” he said with haste “It’s always nice to meet a crew in such a scenic environment”.

• Flint Locke - Lieutenant Junior Grade - Science Officer