Personal Log - Lieutenant Archer

Posted on Sun Jul 19th, 2020 @ 11:40pm by Commander Andrew Archer
Edited on Tue Jul 21st, 2020 @ 12:31am

The doors opened as soon as Andrew stood outside his new quarters. He stepped into the dark room and shivered slightly.

“Temperature seems a little off.” He suspected. “Computer, increase temperature to 21 degrees Celsius, and turn on the lights to a setting of 80%.” The familiar tones of the computer sounded to acknowledge receipt of the command. Within a few moments the room felt much warmer, and brighter.

“Computer,” Andrew spoke aloud as he stepped further into the room, dropping a couple of oversized bags and half a dozen PADDs onto the couch, “begin personal log.”

“Chief Science Officer’s Personal Log. I find myself aboard the USS Sunfire. A ship with a historical reputation no less.” He stepped into the adjoining room to find a single sized bed, a toilet, a wash basin and a sonic shower. “The amenities here seem basic thus far, but I am confident once the Captain has seen my upgrade requests I will feel much more comfortable.”

Andrew stepped back out into the main room. A couch sat neatly under the window, big enough to comfortably seat two people, or possibly three smaller sized people. A table and two chairs could be seen on the far side of the room, just to the right of the replicator. And finally, a small desk and a chair completed the furnishing in the room.

“Once I’ve settled into my quarters,” the man continued, “I will tour the science labs and stellar cartography to ensure they are up to standard.” He paused for a moment and smiled, “Hopefully they will have been invested in much more than these quarters.”

Moving the bags across the couch, he took a seat and closed his eyes, “I’m sure the crew are aware that their new Chief Science Officer is a Betazoid. In fact, I know some do. I can sense the anxiety surrounding the subject. Some of the crew wonder if I will actively be ‘reading their thoughts’.” He again paused for a moment and opened his eyes. He let out a chuckle, “Ironically that is exactly what I am doing this very moment.”

Andrew got to his feet quickly, “That’ll do for today, computer. End personal log.” Archer crossed over to the replicator and ordered himself a Betazoid green tea, with a hint of mint. He blew on it for a moment, before sipping it tentatively. He didn’t want to burn his mouth before reporting for duty on the bridge. That would have put him in an awful mood.