History, Tradition, and Carlos

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Carlos Desailly sat in the middle of the waiting area, awaiting his rendezvous with the USS Arcadia. He wasn’t able to talk to his parents, particularly his dad, about his new assignment. He had heard about the Arcadia and some of the stories of its travels. It was one of the more famous ships in the fleet. He’d heard of Captain Moose as well, but not too much about him. Carlos new that he resigned his commission for a while to become an ambassador, then was reinstated. He wondered if his father knew his new Captain, or any one of the crewmen, for that fact.

 

He was genuinely excited, coming onto a ship of the caliber and pedigree of the Arcadia. She was a ship with more history in its 11 years then the Stam’ had in its almost 30 years, and the Stamford Bridge is a ship with plenty of its share of history. It was the flagship of the strike group which mapped and explored the lands coreward of Sector 001, helping to extend the reach and influence of the UFP. It boasted three highly decorated CO’s in its history, Fleet Captain Owen, Fleet Captain Beckham, and most recently, Fleet Captain Desailly, his father. Carlos had something big to live up to.

 

. . .And here he was, starting off the same way both of his parents did, as a doctor. He could only dream about becoming half the officer his father had. Although he loved him dearly, Carlos hated it when his academy instructors would call him the ‘spitting image’ of his father. He knew they meant it as a complement, but he wanted to carve out his own image. He wasn’t his father, nor did he want to be. . .Nor did his father want him to be, for that matter. He was Carlos, not Marcel, but in an organization steeped in so much tradition as Starfleet was, it was sometimes hard to get away from the your own name if it had any sort of prestige attached to it. Carlos was determined to break away from it. . . Somehow. . .

 

He checked the time, less than an hour before the Arcadia was supposed to arrive. It was almost time for Carlos to begin to carve out his own identity in Starfleet. With his graduation from the Academy and Starfleet Medical, yet another chapter of his life had been closed, allowing another one to open. The inherent intrigue and suspense of the unknown brought a smirk to his face. . .

 

. . .This was going to be fun. . .