Part of USS Altai: Spectres in the Dust

What Now?

USS Altai, Joran's Quarters
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Joran wandered the halls of the USS Altai without much direction. He had been cleared by medical not long before and was told where he could find his new quarters so he could get some rest.

Given that he had spent most of his time over the last few days either in sickbay or in cryosleep Joran could not help but feel a pressing weight on his, he was exhausted but the last thing he wanted was to sleep. He knew thoughts of the odd dream when he was in cryosleep and images of those spiders would keep him awake. 

He wandered past several crewmembers; officers and crew alike, thought none stopped him but he did get a few odd looks which he took as, ‘Hey, who is that guy? Wait he is the pilot, the one found in cryo that the hazard team got ripped apart to save…’ or so he figured.

As he walked he slowly rubbed his neck, though cleared from medical being that close to a warp core detonation left every muscle feeling sore. Thinking back on it he was not sure how the hell they had even survived; there shouldn’t have been anything left of them but atoms. He looked up and snorted, even on a new ship he ended up in front of his quarters. Not overly surprised given the amount of time he had spent on board starships he unlocked the door and stepped into the bare quarters. He stepped into the room as the door slid shut behind him, leaving him in darkness.

“Computer, lights,” he said softly. He surveyed the room around him. The room was what he would have expected, a small sitting area with a replicator, a desk and a small bedroom with a washroom. “Not bad, bets sharing a room with multiple crewmembers, definitely done miss those days,” he mused to himself.

He wanted to sleep and the bed looked appealing but he thought he should check in with what he had missed. He stepped up to the replicator as he needed something to keep him going for a bit. “Coffee, Black, Hot,” he said and the drink materialized before him. He reach down and picked it up and let the warmth of the cup heat his hands before sitting down at the desk and opening up the console and scrolling through his messages.

As he scrolled through the list he sighed as he saw several messages from his parents and friends though there was nothing urgent about them then he saw the one he knew was going to be there; from his replacement on the Radiant Storm and the sometimes fling, Jessica Holmes. 

URGENT: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, IT WAS A THREE-DAY TRIP!

He tapped on it and there was no message just the title in all capitals and bolded. “Not sure I have the energy right now to deal with that,” he said aloud as he leaned back and sighed before tapping rely.

“Hey Jessica, sorry for the delay, there were some unexpected events that kept me busy until just now. Cannot go into it at the moment as we are still working through it but I will keep you updated. I am ok, so no need to worry though the old bird is now more; not sure if the fleet will be willing to give me another now. I will speak to you soon.”

He hit send and took a long drink of his coffee before looking at the bare shelves and walls. “What am I going to do now? All my stuff went up with the core detonation….well that is a problem for tomorrow.”