Ties that bind: Starbase 375 departure

Posted on Mon May 30th, 2016 @ 6:55pm by Lieutenant Alice Rhodes

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Alice Rhodes, Chief of Operations, USS Manoora.

Has a ring to it no? I like it. I always said I'd make Lieutenant within five years. Just never imagined it would be in these circumstances. While I relish having left Deep Space Five, I'm not exactly happy the war landed me this position. I can barely make sense fo there really being a war. Still, Starfleet wouldn't have put me here if they didn't think I could do the job.
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Right?
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Nah! I'm good! I can do this!
I just need to get organized and ask a few pointers from my department head brothers and sisters.
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We left Starbase 375 a few hours ago. It was my first time at the OPS station, on the bridge with the senior staff. I have to admit I was a little nervous, but it felt great. It felt... I guess it felt the way I figured being in Starfleet ought to feel. Like I was part of something great, something noble. I donno... I guess it's the poet in me speaking but...

As I watched the Starbase slowly disappear, worries and uncertainties simply... washed away. I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be. Out here saving lives.

I looked at those around me, and for the most part, I think I saw the same from the others. The pilot turned and smiled at me. At least, I think it was a smile. I'm not used to deciphering Saurian expressions yet. Only the first officer seemed genuinely miffed. But I can understand his frustration... forcing a population of it's planet is not my idea of a fun ride either... even if it is for their own good.

But for a moment there as we left... it was.. perfect? Perfect. It was as all was as it should be.
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So.. of course I'm the one in charge of prepping the evacuation. Which makes sense in more ways than one. My impromptu experience in evacuations aside, I'd rather it be me. That way it's done right.
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Yeah...
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I wonder if they'll ever understand, or if all they'll remember is how we stole them away from their homes.
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No sense in worrying about that now. I got a job to do and I'll do it. And if they end up hating me for it, so be it. At least they'll be alive.
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