What it Means To Wear the Yellow

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What it Means to Wear the Yellow

 

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Destination: Relva VII, Science Station 3, Desk of S. Knight

Date of composition: 50811.25 13:03

Mom,

 

Hey mom, I hope this transmission finds you and dad well. I'm sorry that I hadn't written to you sooner, I just couldn't think of what to say. Earth was absolutely beautiful, though I find much time for sight seeing with the hearings. It took a long time but I've finally been reinstated. I filed for transfer, I couldn't go back to the people on the Honshu, I can't face the looks that I get from them. Though it's been proven that I wasn't responsible for Commander Maddox's death, they still look at me sideways and I can't stand it. I write to you from the Reaent. She's a fine ship mother, I thought there was a lot of people on the Honshu, but you can't walk around a corner without seeing three people on the other side here.

 

 

"Finally." Wade said to himself after the final work was completed on realigning the plasma injectors. The overall din of the ship filled his ears, though he could still separate all the sounds and identify them without to much trouble. The high pitched wail of magnetic constrictors, the low hum of the reactant injectors, the over all pulse of all of the engines integral parts. It was incessant, and yet he found some solace in it. A sort of privacy that he needn't share with anyone else. As he sat down at the pool table he rubbed his temples and winced, remembering the cost of that privacy.

 

 

Yes I still get the headaches, though they've been less frequent since I've been away from my duties. As I've told you before, I'm not prepared to make any adjustments. They can wait until they are required. My first day went fairly well, I'd like to think. It started out pretty rocky I guess. The very first thing I did in Main Engineering was failed to make a proper diagnosis on a engine problem. Well, I didn't make a diagnosis at all. I told the chief it was running perfectly, when it wasn't running at all. I don't know what I was thinking, I just couldn't stop shaking. It was as if it was my first watch all over again and I was an Ensign fresh out of the academy. I finally got a hold of myself after awhile, and fell into my work, but I'm fairly certain I made the wrong first impression on the Chief... and the Commander.

 

 

"'You're in charge' he says," Wade said to himself. "I've been here two and half hours and he puts me in charge." He knew that being put in charge of engineering had nothing to do with his mood, in fact he was quiet flattered that Scherer thought it was prudent to place him in charge. His record was very good, aside from the little line indicating that he was held for questioning on charges of Misidentification resulting in friendly fire. But that was done and over with. Wade turned to address another ensign.

 

"Ensign Cola, when was the last time you guys realigned the torque sensors?"

 

 

I really haven't had much of a chance to meet much of the crew yet, though I'm fairly certain I'll be paying a visit to sickbay soon. I'm due for a physical, and I'm sure they'll want to know all about your implants. Right now I really don't know where the heck we are, it's been thirteen days since I came aboard from the Honshu. I pretty much confined myself to my quarters during that time. The next time we're in the sector I'll be sure request that you be brought aboard. It'd be really great to see you and dad again.

 

Another hour past, another job done. And the chief still hadn't returned from the conference. How many questions had he answered in that time, how many realignments had he made, and how many times had he gotten that pulsating headache in his temples? Turning he saw his reflection in a wall access panel and nearly didn't recognize himself. Three months wasn't all that long of a time, but it seemed like an eternity since he'd put on that uniform. He found himself looking at a younger semblance of himself, a cadet just on his way to his first class at the academy. There was so much less to worry about then.

 

"Pardon me, sir?" Wade turned to find an ensign looking at him with a confused look on her face. He muttered an apology, took one more look at his reflection and went back to work.

 

 

I know you're proud of me mom. I just hope that I can live up to that pride. I just hope I can live up to the Yellow. It's not red, but at least it isn't gray. Tell dad I love him and I hope to see him soon. I love you too, Mom. And thanks for that recipe you sent me in your last transmission. The replicators can't compare to your cooking, but it passes.

 

With Love,

 

Wade

 

...Transmit when ready...

Edited November 25, 2008 by WadeKnight