EXETERRPG: (1, 1807) CO Cpt Trip Williams and aFO Cmdr Alex Jones

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: A new day dawns

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.01.28

(USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO Cpt Trip Williams and aFO Cmdr Alex Jones -
1807)

 "Well good, glad we got that out of the way AJ, because I'm not gonna put
up with Bullshit. I've removed officers from my Bridge for that." Trip said
as he stood up and walked over to a globe in the corner of his office.

Alex watched as the Captain spoke, not just listening, but watching too. He
would be the first to admit that he had sat on a desk for too long, but he
had seen ebb and flow of officers of assorted type in that time, and the
man in front of him had a different air about him.

"Now then," He said, opening the globe to reveal a bottle of bourbon,
scotch, Irish Whiskey, Aldebaran Whiskey, and Saurian Brandy, a small
freezer with ice cubes, and two glasses. Trip poured himself a glass of
bourbon on the rocks and returned to his seat. "Feel free to help yourself."

“Very kind Sir.” he stood up, and dropped two ice cubes into a glass,
followed by a decent measure of the irish whiskey that he tended to have
when it crossed his path. “Your health.” He habitually acknowledged, with a
tilt of the glass, thus mixing the spirit and the slightly melting ice
cubes with a gentle clink of ice against crystal.

"Now, just to let you know, I have my family on board, My very pregnant
wife and my young daughter. I believe her circumstances are in the official
file that the Brass gave you. Weird shit. When my son is born, I'll
probably take at least a week of leave, so that will make you acting
captain during that time, you up to it?"

He nodded a tilt of the head. “I saw the file. Read it three times…” He
sighed. “Not sure I understand it even now.” He smiled differentially.

Trip nodded, "What about you, any family, kids, a missus?"

Alex sipped his whiskey, and shook his head. “Two older sisters,
who…are…I’m actually not certain. A younger brother, who plays bongos for
his passage on his ‘endless summer.’ Parents who don’t speak my name since
I joined the ‘fascistic monolith militaristic hedonist death-cult that Star
Fleet is.” He shrugged. “I had to look up a lot of those words, Hedonist
seems out of nowhere.” His manner was confused.

“Well Risa is a federation member world.” Trip said with a laugh. “You
married?”

“No, no partner, no children.” He motioned to the picture on the desk. “May
I?”

“Go ahead.”


Alex smiled as he picked up the picture on Trip’s desk. “If it’s not
presumptuous, Captain. You have a beautiful family.”

“Thank you, interesting story. My wife and I, well she’s older, we met in
high school. I was a freshman and she was a senior. She was the sort of
outcast, I was, well I was king of the castle. I was a fleet brat at a
school of fleet brats, and I had the right athletic skills, the chiseled
good looks, a six pack at 14, and the right last name.”

“High school jock. No offense meant, but I kinda see that.”

“Anyways at this party, I got so drunk, and so did she, we made out. Didn’t
realize it was her until, I dunno a few years back when we met up again on
Mars. But you know, that spark, that connection, was still there. Spent all
my life thinking my soulmate was destined to some Betazed psychic
connection thing. But naw, it was the connection of the heart, not the
mind, the gut feeling.”

“Ain’t that the kicker. Let me guess…” He sipped at the whiskey, “the jock
realised that the one he loved was a tiny tiny bit more close to him than
he realised?”

“Well, bit slower than that. Had to have my Imzadi get vaporized, sleep
with a coworker, have them almost die, give up on love, then get hit in the
face in order to figure it out. But yeah something like that. Bonding over
terrible movies from the 22nd century.”

“It’s never quiet on board ships I’ve noted. I appreciate a lot of this
will have been before, but if there’s one thing I yearned for on my request
for a position like this?”

“Sexy green aliens?” Trip asked with a chuckle. His day had been long, he
needed some levity.

“Noooo…..well yes obviously…but noooo.” Alex winked at the younger man. “It
was moments like now, when I’d rather be playing with my daughter than
being sat at my desk.”

“As soon as you are out of here, I’m
taking a little girl to go feed some ducks.” Trip said with a smile.
“Actually, I’m doing a week’s worth of work today so I can be all theirs.”

Alex smiled gently, then tilted his glass, and drained it. “To your family,
and to the Exeter.”

“Here, here.”

“We have time Captain. On the morrow?”

“Who knows, but if I don’t see you tomorrow, don’t take it personal. Don’t
think I want to be on this ship for at least 48 hours.”

"Duly noted." He smiled a response.

“Oh and AJ, if you find a blue fancy bra in your quarters, don’t freak out,
it just belongs to Commander Bracken, and I think she’d like it back.”

Smiling deeply, a sense of acceptance flowing over him, Alex nodded. "I'll
keep it in mind, as it were. I wouldn't want to deprive the Commander of a
favourite, Sir." He paused, then giggled. "That sounded better in my head "

“Well it is the one that…” Trip paused. “On second thought, I’ll keep that
thought to myself. Don’t want to cause any HR issues. Have a good evening
commander, but I have a hot date tonight with a fairy princess.”

Alex smiled again. Honestly happy. " Yeah you do. Get out of here. Go play
with ducks."

“Laters.” trip said. As soon as Alex left he began to gather his things. He
looked at the pictures on his wall, the space where the picture he smashed
earlier was, and another one, it was him and a young officer in the cockpit
of his fighter, smiling. She was beautiful, charming, and sweet. It was
Ronnie, the old Ronnie. ~I’ll miss you buddy.~ He thought to himself.

As he walked towards the door he took out his personal communication device
and opened a channel to his home on Mars, “Be home in five minutes baby
girl, get some shoes on, let's go feed some ducks.”

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