ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 1120, 1705, 1712) ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson

[Ruben Hilbers]

Mission:  Prelude
Day: 1
Stardate:  2446.03.23

(USS Illuminar- Deck 5, Corridor – ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson – 1120)

Alex was surprised by Corday’s speech. And as much as he hated to admit it, the lieutenant was right. He heard Joker snicker in the back of his head. ~He gave you the kick under the butt you deserved.~ In fact, if Joker had been standing where Corday was, he would have given him a similar talking to. The Lieutenant finished his speech.

“Well, are you coming?  I’m going to have a drink with my “little superior ‘Starfleet Academy’ jocks” at our “little club of pampered pilots”.  Or are gonna stand there and wallow in self pity and loathing.”

 “I’ll come. And thanks for the kick in the butt, I needed that.” He scratched his beard. “But I’ll have to stay sober, I have an appointment with a simulator and Starfleet frowns on flying drunk.”
 
(Reply Corday)

Alex nodded. “For the record, I don’t think my assignment here will last much longer. I didn’t score much points with Lieutenant Grey Wolf. I did put in for a transfer and if were her, I would kick me off the ship.”

(Reply Corday)

“By the way, is there a somebody from Starfleet Intelligence on this ship ? Because the list of my previous assignments stinks. Not only are the dates off, there are more holes in it then a piece of Swiss Cheese. I need to submit a corrected version, but the normal channels would take foreeeeeeever. SFI can hopefully cut through some of the red tape.”

(Reply Corday)

NRPG: Kris gave me permission to do this. RPG:

(USS Illuminar – Deck 3, Dyson’s Quarters – ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson – 1705)

After some fun with Snoopy and the rest of the pilots, he had gone and gotten several hours in the Mako as planned. The Void/Sphinx would have to wait until tomorrow, because there was no more holodeck time available today. So he had headed back to his quarters to get some down time. There was a message waiting for him, which he opened and read it. ~Really ?~ The message was an invitation from Doctor Solice. She offered him a stay at her family house on Earth.

~I get the feeling that I’m not the only one she invited.~ But if there was one thing that today had made clear, it was that he needed some down time. ~That, and too score some points with the crew.~ He grabbed the few civilian clothes he had, along with his copy of the Portrait of Dorian Gray and put them in his duffel bag. Then he typed a message to Doctor Solice.

[Thank you for the invite, Doctor. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Iceman.]

He send the message and then headed for the door. But then he had an idea. He headed for the replicator and ordered a pad, two pencils and a pencil sharpener. ~Now I’m ready.~ That done, he dropped the items into the duffel before heading for the transporter room. It didn’t take long to get there. He gave the coordinates to the transporter chief and stepped onto the transporter platform.

“Energize.”

The chief gave him a nod and the transporter got to work. The transporter room faded…

(Earth, Hamptons – Solice Estate – ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson – 1712)

…and was replaced by a large house. ~Whoa !~ Alex had only been to Earth once, for his Starfleet tests and training. And he had never left the training facility. All of his visits to the Sol System had been to his home planet of Mars. ~I really need to visit Australia some time. After all, that is where the family roots are.~ He walked into the house and decided to make his presence known.

“Heeeeeeellllo ! Anybody here ?” He paused. “Pilot arriving for a party.”

(Reply Solice)

“Good evening, doctor.” Alex said.

(Reply Solice)
(Posted by Ruben)