05-22-2025, 03:13 AM
==Amila Ra'an's Quarters, First night aboard the Zephyr, en route to Trill==
Amila walked into her new quarters on the Zephyr to find a storage container with her things from the Titania waiting for her, placed just out of the way. On top of the container was her go-bag, something that she kept ready for calls like the one she got earlier. In the rush to report the Bridge, she hadn’t even had the time to grab that much today.
Impressive that they knew not to pack it.
She slung the bag over her shoulder, and left the storage tote untouched. She had no intention to unpack. Not tonight. But, given the circumstances she wasn't sure she would be staying in the Zephyr long enough to bother with it at all. Ameen. So much had happened in a short amount of time. It had only been one date. Had it been a mistake to even go on it? At the time it had been the thrill of her lifetime. But now? Here they were, somehow she had ended up under his command. An actual command. There was no Captain Fields here to report to, and this created a problem. He was on the cusp of a major career milestone and what they had talked about exploring could hurt him if she stayed.
Why did the thought of letting him go hurt her like this? It had only been one date.
She was too emotionally and physically tired for this.
She tossed her bag on the bed, and peeled off her uniform before stepping into the shower.
The sonic waves were warm and tingling on her muscles, but the vibrations of the sonic shower did little to wash the stress of the day. She made a point to position herself with her neck and shoulders under the vibrations for as long as she could tolerate, eventually forcing herself to stop and grab a towel before getting dressed for bed. She rifled through her bag and found a pair of shorts and an Academy sweatshirt that she had forgotten she owned. She chuckled at the memory of the long lost shirt before putting it on.
Maybe I should go through that bag every now and then.
She had to convince herself that one date was not worth the emotional energy it was taking from her. Could she get past this and serve under him if this became a permanent assignment? Of course, if she were honest with herself, she’d been secretly harboring a crush on him for a couple of years now. It would be easier for him than it would be for her. He would be worried about a new command, and she’d still be in the same place that she had been. A transfer was probably best, even if it meant that she wouldn’t be a department head again for a while longer.
Amila’s head was starting to throb, and she realized that she still hadn’t really eaten a proper meal all day. She walked to the replicator and rested her head against the wall as she placed her order, “Chai latte, decaf. Extra hot, and a plain - no scratch that - delete order. Warm uttaberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Extra ice cream.”
She grabbed her bowl and thought for a moment about where to sit - what to do next. She settled on the LCARS terminal, a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was determined to chase away one way or another.
“Computer, show me a list of current Starfleet science officer openings for Lieutenant based on my current qualifications. Include all postings, regardless of location. Sort by seniority of position.”
As the list began to populate she looked down at her sweatshirt and grinned again as she thought about some of the crazier memories from back then.
“Computer, access music playlist, Amila’s Academy Pop Favorites. Play random shuffle.”
She scrolled through the listings as the familiar songs began to lift her spirits. "Computer, volume up."
Amila walked into her new quarters on the Zephyr to find a storage container with her things from the Titania waiting for her, placed just out of the way. On top of the container was her go-bag, something that she kept ready for calls like the one she got earlier. In the rush to report the Bridge, she hadn’t even had the time to grab that much today.
Impressive that they knew not to pack it.
She slung the bag over her shoulder, and left the storage tote untouched. She had no intention to unpack. Not tonight. But, given the circumstances she wasn't sure she would be staying in the Zephyr long enough to bother with it at all. Ameen. So much had happened in a short amount of time. It had only been one date. Had it been a mistake to even go on it? At the time it had been the thrill of her lifetime. But now? Here they were, somehow she had ended up under his command. An actual command. There was no Captain Fields here to report to, and this created a problem. He was on the cusp of a major career milestone and what they had talked about exploring could hurt him if she stayed.
Why did the thought of letting him go hurt her like this? It had only been one date.
She was too emotionally and physically tired for this.
She tossed her bag on the bed, and peeled off her uniform before stepping into the shower.
The sonic waves were warm and tingling on her muscles, but the vibrations of the sonic shower did little to wash the stress of the day. She made a point to position herself with her neck and shoulders under the vibrations for as long as she could tolerate, eventually forcing herself to stop and grab a towel before getting dressed for bed. She rifled through her bag and found a pair of shorts and an Academy sweatshirt that she had forgotten she owned. She chuckled at the memory of the long lost shirt before putting it on.
Maybe I should go through that bag every now and then.
She had to convince herself that one date was not worth the emotional energy it was taking from her. Could she get past this and serve under him if this became a permanent assignment? Of course, if she were honest with herself, she’d been secretly harboring a crush on him for a couple of years now. It would be easier for him than it would be for her. He would be worried about a new command, and she’d still be in the same place that she had been. A transfer was probably best, even if it meant that she wouldn’t be a department head again for a while longer.
Amila’s head was starting to throb, and she realized that she still hadn’t really eaten a proper meal all day. She walked to the replicator and rested her head against the wall as she placed her order, “Chai latte, decaf. Extra hot, and a plain - no scratch that - delete order. Warm uttaberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Extra ice cream.”
She grabbed her bowl and thought for a moment about where to sit - what to do next. She settled on the LCARS terminal, a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was determined to chase away one way or another.
“Computer, show me a list of current Starfleet science officer openings for Lieutenant based on my current qualifications. Include all postings, regardless of location. Sort by seniority of position.”
As the list began to populate she looked down at her sweatshirt and grinned again as she thought about some of the crazier memories from back then.
“Computer, access music playlist, Amila’s Academy Pop Favorites. Play random shuffle.”
She scrolled through the listings as the familiar songs began to lift her spirits. "Computer, volume up."