Moving On

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It is with a sad heart and a heavy conscious that I must announce my resignation from the USS Reaent effective immediately. For those of you who know me, I serve on 5 sims here on STSF. Due to increased personal obligations, I do not have the time nor creative energy to juggle this many sims a week anymore. But mostly, my resignation is due to my job that'll now require me to stay late on Thursdays. Due to the distance from my work to home, I will not be able to make it home in time for the Reaent start. Because of this, I need to drop the sim. ^_^

 

 

That said, the two and a half years I've served on the Reaent was an extremely entertaining experience. I enjoyed my time here immensely and I will miss simming with you all. Sorry especially to Angel, as I was supposed to serve as your best man in you and Schwansee's upcoming wedding. But, such is life and we all have to make our sacrifices. I'm sorry this is a bit sudden, but I was just told myself today that I'd have to stay late Thursdays and it starts this week. In closing, I wish you all the best of luck in the Reaent without me. Thanks for the fun and good times, and I'll still be around in my other sims and the forums.

 

 

So, this is Zafira's player wishing you all goodbye and goodluck.

 

 

- Zafira's player

 

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"Moving On"

Log entry ??: SD 50801.07

 

 

USS Reaent, Deck 8.

 

 

Zafira winced as he tried on his chequered plaid kilt. It was most uncomfortable and a bit cold, given that it exposed his legs. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. "I look like such a tool. Why in the world must I wear this?" complained Zafira. "Oh come on, Zafira. It's for your good friend's wedding. He'll only get married once" chimed in the Bolian tailor standing next to him. "Knock on wood.." added the tailor, tapping the table with his knuckles. "I Didn't know you were accustomed to old Earth traditions like that" commented Terios.

 

 

"Oh, I know a lot of things about Earth culture. It's quite honour being selected as the best man" the tailor continued. "Oh, it most definitely is" replied Terios. "I only wish I wasn't required to wear this stupid kilt" The tailor chuckled and took measurements, with a hand held scanning device. "Just be glad I have this" said the tailor, referring to his scanner "and not using an old tape measure" Zaira raised a brow. "You don't have to tell me that. If anything, it's you who should be glad you aren't using your tape measure, lest you wish to collect your little white chicklets off the floor" the Bajoran said half jokingly.

 

 

"What is it with you jock types? Fighter pilots, Marines, Security officers. You lot are all the same" repied the Bolian. "Always so resistant. You should learn to broaden your horizons" the Bolian said with a smile. "Yeah, I'll broaden your horizons" muttered Zafira under his breath. "Hmm?" asked the Bolian. Zafira smiled. "No.. nothing at all" he said. The Bolian shrugged it off. "Anyway, I have all your measurements. Your kilt should be ready in a few days" Zafira nodded and waved goodbye to the tailor. No sooner had he left the tailor shop, when Lieutenant Griffith from OPS called him over his comm-badge.

 

"Sir. You have an urgent call from Starfleet Command" replied Griffith. "Oh? Okay.. I'll take it in my quarters" replied Zafira. Hmm.. maybe the new pilots for the Fighter Wing have been assigned? He thought to himself. Zafira quickly made it down to his quarters and patched the comm to his terminal. A Starfleet Admiral he did not recognise appeared on the screen. "Greetings, Mr. Terios. I am Admiral S'olar from Starfleet Command" the stoic Vulcan admiral replied. "Nice to meet you, sir" replied Zafira. S'olar nodded. "Indeed. Mr. Terios, I shall get to the point"

 

 

Zafira replicated a coffee and listened. "Mr. Terios, it is the decision of Starfleet Command that you be transferred effective immediately from the USS Reaent to the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt to head their new fighter squadron" He resisted the urge to spit his coffee onto the terminal, but ended up choking on the hot beverage. The Vulcan looked concerned. "Are you okay, Mr. Terios?" Zafira coughed, but soon regained his composure. "Yes, sir. I'm fine. It just took me a little bit by surprise" S'olar raised a brow and nodded. "I see. It is logical that this sudden announcement would take you by surprise, and I apologise for the sudden announcement"

 

Zafira shrugged. "It's all part of Starfleet life sir. I've served long enough to know that. But why me?" he asked. "As you may very well know, Mr. Terios, the Prometheus class Roosevelt has just completed construction at Utopia Planetia. They are in need of an experienced CAG to head their fighter squadron, and Captain Blake has specifically chosen you to head it" Zafira rubbed his chin in thought. " Captain Blake now, eh?" Zafira had served on the Vengeance with then Commander Blake, whilst he was still XO of that ship. Zafira and Blake shared a close professional relationship and a deep personal friendship.

 

 

"I understand sir. When does this assignment start?" Zafira asked. "Immediately" replied S'olar. Your commanding officers have already been informed. Since the Raeant is currently inactive and your Fighter Squadron disbanded, I feel that now is the logical time to inform you and transfer you to your new assignment. Of course, you shall be given one hour to say your farewells to your comrades, but a shuttle from the station will take you back to Sector 001 today at 1800." Zafira nodded. "Aye sir. Thank you" S'olar nodded once again. "Good luck, Mr. Terios. I am certain that you will perform admirably in your new role"

 

With that, the transmission terminated and Zafira looked at the blank screen. He sighed. While he was looking forward to the new assignment, Zafira felt bad that he would have to miss Angel's wedding. Quickly packing his things, and transporting them back to the station, Zafira beamed an expensive gift to Angel's quarters and a goodbye notice.

To: Ltjg. Angelis

From: 1Lt Zafira Terios

SUBJ: GOODBYE AND GODSPEED

 

 

Angel, I've just been transferred to the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt to serve as their CAG. Looks like even I wasn't immune to our squad's disbanding and the Raeent's inactive status. I'm sorry that I'll miss your wedding, but I wish you and Schwansee the best of luck. Take care of the fighter squad without me. And give my regards to V'Roy. I'll try to keep in touch.

 

Zafira sent the message and the gift -- a supply of Romulan Ale, and some elegant crystal drinking glasses as well as two tickets for an all-expense paid cruise around the Alpha Quadrant on the new Cunard liner, the Queen Victoria, for the couple's honeymoon. Zafira had bought them the tickets last month, after Angel told them they got engaged. He hoped to give it to them on their rehearsal dinner, but alas, it was not meant to be. The Victoria was to travel to Risa as well as a port of call. He figured Angel would get a kick out of that. But, with the gift and goodbyes sent, he sent another goodbye notice to the rest of the crew before an ensign came at his quarters to collect him.

 

Thirty minutes later, he found himself on a shuttle, leaving the station dock. Zafira took one last look at the Reaent. It was still undergoing construction after its last mission. It was always sad to see the ship like that. So vulnerable and helpless. But, the Reaent would rebound and live to fight another day. Of that, he had no doubt. The shuttle jumped to warp, and the Reaent disappeared. Before him, was his new assignment aboard his new ship. "It's always hard to move on, eh?" replied the pilot to make conversation. Zafira looked up. "Yeah. They're good people, and I'll miss them"

 

The pilot nodded. "No doubt" he bent down and retrieved something from one of the shuttle's storage compartments. "Here you are sir. Admiral S'olar told me to give this to you" he handed Zafira some kind of black box. Inside was one gold coloured pip, And a PADD. Zafira picked it up and turned it on.

 

To: 1Lt Zafira Terios, CAG, USS Franklin D. Roosevelt (NCC-86590)

From: Admiral S'olar, Starfleet Command.

SUBJ: CONGRATULATIONS

 

 

Zafira Terios, by order of Starfleet Command, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Given your experience and your constant strive to serve above and beyound your duties. Congratulations.

 

Live long and prosper,

 

Admiral S'olar

Starfleet Command

 

 

Zafira look at his pips and smiled. It wasn't gonna be so bad afterall.

[DrDMatthews 0]

It is with a sad heart and a heavy conscious that I must announce my resignation from the USS Reaent effective immediately. For those of you who know me, I serve on 5 sims here on STSF. Due to increased personal obligations, I do not have the time nor creative energy to juggle this many sims a week anymore. But mostly, my resignation is due to my job that'll now require me to stay late on Thursdays. Due to the distance from my work to home, I will not be able to make it home in time for the Reaent start. Because of this, I need to drop the sim. ^_^

 

 

Ohhh noooo! I hate it when real life gets in the way of our fun time. We'll miss you! Good luck and please.....drop by from time to time to say hello. ::hands him a couple of Tootsie Pops and wipes away a tear::