EXETERNRPG: EXETERRPG: (1 - 1210) Security Ensign sg Roger Harmon

[Jaclyn Smith]

Really good post! Loved it!

On Fri, 10 Jun 2022, 18:00 Roger Harmon via exeter-rpg, <
exeter-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:

> Mission: Space Was Cool Before it Mattered
> Day: 1
> Stardate: 2446.04.25
>
> (Exeter, Deck 2, Mess Hall, Security Ensign sg Roger Harmon, 1205)
>
> After running several phaser training programs, Roger went on his duty
> shift. Most of his time was walking rounds and checkung secure areas. He
> hoped he would get a few hours bridge time. On lunch break, he sat by
> himself at a small table in the corner, eating a very large cheeseburger,
> fries, and drinking root beer. He purposed to workout an extra thirty
> minutes later in the day.
>
> Roger thought about the last few weeks. He had adjusted to not being on
> night shift and was getting to know more people. Still the new guy, he
> could clearly see there was a closeness among the crew that started
> together on Mars. His mind drifted back to the day he left Earth to begin
> his Starfleet duties.
>
> (The recent past.)
>
> Roger sat on a sandstone rock that seemed much smaller than it was when he
> was growing up. He was in the woods behind the group home for orphaned
> children of Starfleet officers where he lived from the time he was age
> four, remembering the many days and hours he spent there thinking,
> dreaming, wondering, and crying.
>
> Roger's Rock, as he called his special refuge, was at the edge of a stream
> gently flowing down a small hill. He could hear the occasional croaking of
> a frog, with birds chirping in the branches above.
>
> There was nowhere else in the universe like it, which was why he was going
> to miss it.
>
> Roger was twenty-two now and a graduate of Starfleet Academy, commissioned
> as an ensign in the field of security and tactical. He would be leaving
> Earth later that day for his first duty assignment, so he wanted to spend
> time on his rock before going. It would be a very long time before he would
> be on Earth again, possibly never again and he couldn't head out without
> saying good-bye.
>
> "Do you remember the first time I was here?" It was as though Roger was
> speaking to an old friend. In some ways, he was. "One of the other kids got
> adopted and it made me feel terrible. I was jealous because I wanted
> someone to want me. So no one would see me screaming and crying, I snuck
> out, ran into the woods, and found you. I was just eight."
>
> Roger sighed and tossed a stone into the stream. It kerplunked, the
> circles of ripples expanding outward until they disappeared back into the
> water. He wondered if that was symbolic of what his life had become: a
> simple beginning, expanding in every direction, with so many possibilities.
>
> Whether it was or not, he chose it to be.
>
> A few minutes passed and Roger got up, brushing off his clothes. Staring
> at his rock, a lump in his throat, he set his hand on it.
>
> "Good-bye, old friend. Stand strong until we see each other again." Wiping
> a tear from his eye, Roger started walking away.
>
> (reply any)
> (posted by Allen)
>
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