Posted by Ensign Chandel (Science) in SB K-7

Posted by Ensign Chandel (Science) in SB K-7
Chandel hugged her mother Kristen tightly as the two stood at the airlock of the Archimedes. The Archimedes was the freighter owned by both her parents though just her mother now since her father, Raul had died suddenly.
“Dis is yer time now, cher.” Kristen said in her Cajun accent that Chandel had mostly lost while attending Starfleet. She let go of the hug and held Chandel’s hands. “Yer fader would be so proud of ya and so sad that ya put yer career on ‘old for me and de Archimedes. But dis yer time now. I don’t want you to worry about me or ‘er. Promise me!” Her mother demanded.
“I promise, Maman. I will.” Chandel said as she hugged her mother again quickly before picking up her satchel, turned and disappeared into the bowels of the station. She had been given quarters here until the Sentinal showed up.

Ensign Chandel

Chandel had enjoyed her layover on the station, it had given her the chance to get used to the feel of Starfleet again after being gone so long.
After receiving notification from comms that the Sentinel was entering the sector, she hurried down to the observational deck so she could watch it dock.
A chill thrilled down her spine as the ship slid into its moorings.
Even though she had grown up aboard ship, she had never lost the thrill from seeing them move while she was outside it.
She wouldn’t be allowed to board right away as the maintenance crew would need to see the mechanics of securing her and then they would board with their equipment and whatever parts were needed to get her ready to head out again. But then she would be able too. Only another couple hours. She headed back to her temporary quarters to pack up and be ready.

Ensign Chandel

What seemed like immediately after the ship docked for some and all too long for others a station wide call went out that all new crew members waiting to board the Sentinel were to report to docking hatch 3.

Waiting by the door was a young Yeoman, by the rank of junior Lt, in an immaculate dress style command yellow uniform. Her knee-high black boots shined in the artificial light. Her red hair was twisted and pinned into an elegant french twist. There was a plaid sash pinned to her left shoulder and tucked into her belt along her back. A large bulky PaDD hung from a strap across her shoulders, a communicator was clipped to her belt and there was a stack of the bulky PaDDs on a small table next to her. She was checking in all the new crew members.

Yeoman Rand