AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters

[Tyra Crawford]

== On Deck 03, Department Heads have relatively spacious quarters. The main area contains a work desk, table with four chairs, lounge area with seating including upholstered chairs and couches. The bedroom usually has a ‘Full XL’ sized mattress, with dressers and closets. They also have a spacious bath with separate shower, grooming area, and refreshment facilities.

Deck 04 houses quarters for Commissioned ‘Junior’ Officers. Designed for double occupancy, there is a shared lounge area, and shared bathroom. Each officer has their own room with small desk, chair, dresser, and a ‘Twin XL’ mattress.

Finally, Enlisted Quarters are found on Deck 10. These are premium ‘dormitory-style’ areas designed for quadruple occupancy. Two private rooms each contain two ‘Twin’ sized mattresses, with a locker or dresser for each person. There are shared refreshment and shower areas, as well as a shared lounge.
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[Carol Harriman]

== Commander Judith Tucker’s (NRC), Science Officer, Quarters ==

Judith arrived back to the Artemis, begrudgingly, without her son. She wasn’t happy about the suggestion. Leaving Joshua with her parents wasn’t ideal, as they’d never given her approval of joining Star Fleet in the first place. They did enjoy being grandparents and spoiled him as much as possible. She knew he would be safe there, but what they would tell him, she didn’t know. Oddly enough, Joshua had never lost his telepathic connection to his Mom. He tried not to use it, not typically needing it now, especially being older…but there were times when he needed the reassurance only a mother could give.

She didn’t waste a lot of time in check-in, moving to her quarters to get things arranged. She worked on it for a little while, until she couldn’t stand the quietness. Not even one day and I miss you.  She stared a moment at one of many photos around the room of her son. Damn it. This better be serious and not just an excuse to leave loved ones behind.

Clapping her hands together, Judith looked around the room. “That’ll do for now. Might as well go get comfortable in the labs,” she said to no one except herself.

>> Science Complex >>

[Benjamin Elias]

==Chief Engineer's Quarters==
==Morning of recall==

"Raktajino. Black. Hot."

The trill of the replicator was loud in Benjamin's ears as he stood blearily beside the infernal device that somehow dispensed the heavenly concoction. Normally he liked to actually prepare coffee for his first cup in the morning, only relying on the replicator for later on-the-go refills, but this wasn't a typical morning. He had been more than correct that Whitby had planned something big for Ori's farewell, and a long night of drinking in the lounge had ensued, followed by a longer night as the three of them had gone to wish the Andorian a final farewell down in engineering.

I haven't drank like that since... Well, he didn't want to think about the last time he drank that hard. He still hadn't talked to Cera, which wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to in any shape, form, or fashion. He had been back a couple of days, and he knew that they needed to talk soon. You should've done it as soon as you got back, he chided himself, but he'd let himself get tied up with his job rather than deal with it. 

And yet you found time to kick back and read some journals, and not talk to her. He sighed, and as he took his first sip of coffee he made a mental note to do that this evening.

His second sip reminded him why he didn't normally drink raktajino. "Klingon coffee" it may be, and it was certainly strong enough for that moniker, but the taste left everything to be desired. He was definitely awake, and his head didn't throb quite as hard as it had just one minute previous, but he reached for the creamer and added a generous helping of it so he could finish the rocket fuel for his hungover day.

He took his doctored coffee with him back towards the sleeping area and got dressed. "Alright," he said out loud at least in part to test his ears, "might as well do this. Computer, take a note." The computer beeped at him seemingly cheerfully, which annoyed him as he pulled his shirt over his head. "One: see if Cera's free for dinner tonight. Two: make sure I've got sufficient wine on hand. Three: go over personnel files to find a replacement for Ori." He sighed, knowing that that was gonna be a hard one to do. "Four: check crew rotations for the next few weeks. And five: double check maintenance logs." The computer chimed at him again, and he was finished getting dressed.

He picked up his cup and drank the last bits of it as he walked back out to the main living area. This wasn't going to be an easy day, he knew. He wished it could be, but dealing with the aftermath of his mistakes with Cera was going to be a problem in and of itself. Having to deal with the fallout from Ori leaving was just the icing on the cake. He put the cup back in the replicator and watched it dissolve away.

"Look on the bright side," he told himself as he gathered up his padds and started towards the door. "Maybe there'll be a disaster and I won't have to worry about any of this."

>>Engineering>>

[Carol Harriman]

== Lt Carol Harriman’s Quarters ==

The past mission took a lot out of Carol. She worked to speak to the families of the lost crew on the USS Brittany, as she had worked to document each one they’d found. On shore leave, she busied herself with this task at a desolate airport in the panhandle of Oklahoma. She made a home there and was happy to be alone. Sometimes being alone helped to clear one's head.
Thankful not hearing from the captain, as she hoped that meant she was back to being just an officer. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t do any task that was needed, as she would be the first one to do anything, but she’d had enough of it for now.

Upon receiving her orders, she also received word of her position: Tactical Officer on the Artemis.

Thank you God.

She arrived at the Artemis with only a few hours before she’d be considered absent without leave.  Throwing her bag on her bed, she sat down on a chair in her room for a moment. Then she turned her attention to grabbing a quick shower to freshen up before reporting to the bridge.

[Emily Star]

==Emily’s Dorm - Deck 10==

The room had been empty when she’d arrived. Her roommate, whom she knew nothing about, had left a card on her bed with a small welcome note inside. The small gesture caught Emily off guard and she found herself tearing up. She made a mental note to do something similar to thank them. 

Her shoulder dropped slightly as she allowed her body to relax. She, like many other cadets, had written off the advice offered by her peers regarding the emotion a placement brought with it. Boarding the transport created butterflies in her stomach. Stepping onto the Artemis, she'd felt nauseated. Walking down the corridor to her new room, she had to remind herself not to run. 

Through it all, her mind whirled.  

Will I get along with my roommate? Will I get along with my new Chief? What about the CO? Will I stand out enough? What if I spend the next month doing nothing but sanitizing tools? 

She lifted up her suitcase and plopped it onto the simple mattress. Hopefully, the action of unpacking would allow a momentary distraction to alleviate the barrage of queries. She hoped that would be the case. Chances were she'd unpack while still mulling through the unknown questions and then she'd leave to find the CMO. The thought of doing so sent a wave of excitement through her. 

Sickbay. My first role in sickbay. 

She smiled, grabbed the zipper of the suitcase and pulled.

>> Sickbay>>

[Benjamin Elias]

>>Philadelphia Waverider>>
==Chief Engineer’s Quarters==
 
Benjamin walked into his quarters, running a hand through his hair as he walked quickly. He threw his padds on the table, their job already done. He’d amended his list of required items based on what he saw in the Waverider and submitted that as requested: explosives, spare parts he thought likely to be needed down in engineering, explosives, tools for working on a warp core and on the slipstream drive, explosives, and four 5-liter canisters of antimatter. He was undecided on whether those would be used to help destroy Callisto, or if they might be needed to jump-start the warp core. This was why he also had four canisters of deuterium on the list.
 
He started taking off his uniform jacket as he walked into his bedroom, and he stopped suddenly. He was looking around for half a minute, trying to place what was wrong, when it hit him. The last few away missions he’d been assigned to, Cera had known before he did, and had gotten some of the more important pieces of his kit together for him. He’d usually have a spare uniform already laying on his bed, and sometimes there had even been a note.
 
Today there was just the unmade bed and a discarded night shirt lying on the floor.
 
For a minute, he thought back on what he’d decided, on what the past week had been, and wondered if he were making the wrong choice. Sure, he had made mistakes in his actions, and that needed to be atoned for. But not for the first time he questioned his actual choice and wondered at it, but decided he was right. He wasn’t happy, but he was right, for what little comfort it brought.
 
He sighed, and pushed the maudlin thoughts away. Finished stripping out of his uniform, he got a fresh jumpsuit out of the replicator – making sure that the black, covert ops suit had plenty of pockets – and got dressed. Then he went through the room and gathered his personal gear – the tricorder with its chain, which he secured to his uniform pocket’s loop before stowing it away; his phaser pistol, which went in a holster. He grabbed a pair of knives he had made, putting them in the sheathes on either side of his belt. They weren’t the best ones he’d ever made, but they were solid and reliable, and he’d rather have them if he needed them.
 
He turned and was heading out the door when he stopped and considered for a moment, before making his decision. He stepped to the wall and removed a panel, before turning to his bookshelf and grabbing his flask off the shelf. He rinsed it briefly in his sink, and then turned to the space behind the panel, and took some of the stored moonshine there and poured it into the flask. He didn’t want it now, but if this went south… well, there were uses for it besides just drinking, but that was definitely a good one.
 
Stoppering the flask, he secured it in one of his pockets before he replaced the panel. That done, he headed to engineering.
 
>>Engineering>>

[Lucy Devereaux]

Lucy examined herself in the mirror in her quarters. She’d found what had to be the black jumpsuit listed under covert ops uniform. It was matte and black, covered the body from neck to wrist to ankle. Not exactly for social wear it was specifically functional. The drawback was no pockets. Granted they would have distorted the shape of the outfit slash uniform. Not exactly Seven of Nine, but it was designed by Starfleet for a purpose.

Lucy had rebelled on two points she was not a fan of the accompanying boots, resorting to a black pair of her favourite canvas flats with ankle socks, also black, and the accompanying hood was at the bottom of her matte black shoulder bag below her tricorder, wrist torch, and PADD which held a comprehendible guide to the Cardassian language and alphabet. A little light reading for the journey to the Parhelia system.

She had tied her mane of copper back with a black Kevlar scrunchie. She did want to risk what would happen to a standard hair band. The replacement for her comm badge wasn’t as she had expected a matte black delta shaped comm badge, but a shaped matte black earpiece that fit exactly into her right ear. That bit was concerning. It didn’t impede her hearing. There was a delta emblem embossed on the case it came in. The case went in the shoulder bag just in case she needed to put her temporary comm unit somewhere safe.

Lucy had acquired an Engineering field kit from the Engineering stores. She’d be ready for the next uncooperative door. She didn’t want a repeat of what Aeryn had put herself through on Utopia Planitia. She had visited Security to acquire a 2-H phaser and been thanked for her enthusiasm. The officer pointed out the crates of 2’s, 3’s, associated energy packs, gas masks, and a tasteful selection of PR-1’s which Lieutenant Miller had requested. She didn’t need to be concerned about being sufficently armed.

There had been enough weapons for a small army or what Lucy was starting to think of as an Artemis Away Team. The lack of explosives and grenades, this time, made a sense as they were trying to reclaim the Callisto. Lieutenant Commander Elias likely knew a few useful ways they could scuttle the ship if things required it. Lucy gave herself one last check over before shouldering the bag and lifting the field kit. The fit made her feel self-conscious. She was resigned to the fact that it did fit which was probably the good thing about getting clothes replicated.

[Carol Harriman]

== Carol Harriman's Quarters == 

Carol left the briefing on the Philadelphia with one thing in mind and while she didn’t run out of the room, she was focused. Maybe it was the last mission and the recovery of the bodies or the new life she was building on earth, she didn’t know or likely care, she just wanted to get some things down…and get prepared.

At least I look good in black.

As she arrived in her quarters, she threw a piece of gum in her mouth and began to chew anxiously. While she did, she tossed her boots off and proceeded to swap out of her usual uniform for the prescribed uniform. She grabbed the padd sitting next to the couch and began writing a few things. She knew she didn’t have much time but felt the need to set a few things straight before parting. Once she finished, she grabbed a small bag for a few items. Some necessary, some probably not. The last thing she did was to pull her hair back.

No time to waste. She looked around her quarters and then proceeded to get back to the Philadelphia to check out their ride. She wasn’t worried about not having a weapon yet, nor would she grab one on the way out. This crew was always more than prepared for a fight. Her experience in security gave her enough experience to use a few different varieties and she’ll take whatever she was handed. 

Okay… I guess that’s it. Let’s do this.  Spitting the gum out on a plate, she grabbed her small bag and headed back.