EXETERRPG: (18 0900) SPC Nurse Ewan McDonald

[Robbie Gray]

Mission: The flames of purity
Day: 18
Stardate: 2445.09.18

(USS Exeter – CPO Quarters – Nurse – CPO- Ewan McDonald -  09:00)



The iron hissed as he pressed it over the shirt again eradicating thecrease out of existence. He worked methodically going over ever part of the uniformwith meticulous scrutiny. He glanced up at the chrono in the shared living areaof the quarters.

~Okay still on time~

“Ewan what`s that hissing?”

He glanced over to see CPO Yukie Yamamoto walk out of her bedroom. Shewas wearing her dress uniform trousers and its accompanying under shirt. Shewas half way through platting her long hair into a regulation bun. She had beena bit standoffish at the beginning, but a mutual respect had grown friendship.

“I am ironing my uniform.”

He was the frown cross her face.

“But Ewan replicators or if you are really want it done properly you cantake it to the ships laundry facilities. I am sure that they would iron thenfor you.”

“That`s true but part of the preparation for ceremony for us in theWanderers is doing it yourself.”

“Okay I can understand that but why are you wearing that and not aproper uniform.”

Ewan grinned reminding himself once again about the militaristic natureof Starfleet.

“My organization has it traditions just like yours. We wear this toremember where we came from. The Wanderers came out of a time of great strifeand hardship.”

He pulled the shirt off the ironing board and put it to one side. Hepicked up his trousers and began to iron.

“Their system of Mariner was devastated by an Ion storm. The populationof Mariner 4 miraculously came out only marginally better than the rest of thesystem as it had the systems only remaining shipyard. The system HumanitarianRelief Council which became the Albatross Organization took charge and the systemsprung into a massive relief effort which the shipyards producing as many spaceworthy ships that could bring supplies or equipment to the other effectedplanets. People were die in the millions every day and were normally buried bythe same medical staff that moments before had been fighting to keep themalive. There was no time for proper fully so most attend the funerals in theirwork uniforms which over time became this.”

 “It might not be a smart as youdress uniform but of us it reminds us of where we started from and where we arenow. That even though we have lost some one there is still more we can save andthat`s why we are Wanderers.”

He gave a sad smile.

“I hate going to these. I have done far too many.”

She nodded.

“You and me both. Can you help me with this?”

She sat down on the sofa as she indicated to her half-finished plat.Ewan smiled this was not the first time he had, had to do this.

“How did you manage before me?”

“It’s just nice to have someone else do it.”

“Thanks.”

He too her hair and began to plat it.

“Ewan?”

“Yes?”

“I though you are from the Albatross Organization why do you refer tothem as the Wanderers?”

“It’s an internal slang name we call ourselves. Have you ever heard forthe rime of the ancient mariner by Taylor Coleridge?”

“No.”

 “It’s the type of Albatross andpart of why we are called Albatross Organization.”

He finished the plat and stood back.

“You must tell me more some time.”

“Maybe later when we have had a few drinks.”

He glanced at the chrono.

“I think it’s time to go.”

He saw her pause. 

“This evening when we are both off duty we are going to Nine and Dineand getting totally drink.”

He nodded.

“You can show me some of the Japanese Whisky you are talking about.”

“Deal.”  

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