Personal Log 0406.18

[ScottSabourin 0]

Mr. Dent (or Arthur, as Scott was told to call him, by Arthur) finally went to get his physical. It took some bribery by from Scott, and convincing by others, but finally the new midshipman went with Dr. Images and Scott. Dr. Images started pulling out shiny metal things, and Scott left, feeling Mr. Dent would like some privacy.

 

Walking through the corridor, many things ran through Scott’s mind. But one thing stood out more than the others; the change in command. He had only been on the station for a few days now, and already he was losing sleep and having trouble focusing on a single thought. “I should really get some rest…” he said to himself as he walked onto the control tower. Which was odd, because he didn’t remember getting on the turbolift; he was too deep in thought. However, he wasn’t having any trouble focusing on the change in command; well maybe a little. Just under a week on Aegis, and already there was a new commanding officer and a new “chief executive officer”. It wasn’t making Scott feel extremely easy; especially with the recent Cardassian incident. Who knows what was going to happen, and there are new command officers?

 

His mind moved to the “Free Cardassian” separatist group. What if they decided Illopera wasn’t enough, and they moved off the planet; to the station or even another planet. Scott’s worrying was rising again. The slightest thing got to him, especially when he was tired. He was so tired that he didn’t even notice Arthur walk into the Control Tower. They said very little to each other, the odd word now and then, and finally Scott held true to his earlier bribe. He told Mr. Dent that “if you go get your physical, I will show you around the station.” So that’s what Scott did, he showed Arthur around, but didn’t go back to the Control Tower with him; it was time for sleep in his quarters.

 

When he got to his quarters he didn’t go to sleep, however. He had still not unpacked! So he sorted through all his junk for a while, and then… sat down. He now had the chance to load all of his old files into his personal database. He couldn’t wait for the files to transfer; he was getting annoyed by entering his quarters and not having his favourite music to play. While everything was transferring, he looked around. He suddenly thought, “StarFleet is too self-proud.”

 

“Their logo is emblazoned everywhere. It’s on the top of my padd, on my computer terminal, on my door. And they even make us where it on our chests!” He saw his combadge in the mirror. “It’s so irksome!”

 

But like almost everyone, everything seemed irksome to him when he was tired. Then the computers irksome voice came through, “Transfer of files complete.”

 

“Good!” Scott exclaimed his last word as he fell asleep lying there on his couch thinking, “Now all I need to do is make some new friends…,” staring at a picture of his old friends, who were all scattered about the galaxy now.