Star Trek

USS Hyperion

Message Waiting

Posted on Wed Jul 22nd, 2020 @ 3:17am by Petty Officer 1st Class Lumo Elnora

Erin’s face filled the viewscreen, her almond shaped face rested on her knuckles.

“El, the computer says you’re not in,“ Long-time friend, ex-roommate, and co-conspirator Erin used a very shortened version of Lumo’s given name. In fact, she was the only one to do so.
“You’re probably off exploring strange new worlds or something. I wanted to see how you’re settling in on your new ship.”

She shifted her body to lean back in her chair away from the camera. Behind her was a plain room with unremarkable fittings. Maybe it was an empty corporate office, or rented accommodation, wherever it was, she was obviously not at home because there was no personality to the place.

“Things have been crazy back here in the Sol Sector with the Synths.” That last word had a touch of malice to it, like it tasted bad. “So, I don’t mean to depress you, but I just found out that three of our class were on Mars when it all went down.”

She lent forward again, her bangs falling down.

“Deacon. Lopez. Wang.” Her tone was sombre. “I’m not sure if you knew them. I only knew Lopez socially, but not even that. You know, friend of a friend, but it’s crazy to think how stuff all just happens. I mean, I just can’t imagine something like that.”

She shook her head. Probably a lot of people felt that way. The whole event was incredibly difficult to process. It would take time, and each would have to come to terms with it in their own way.

“Enough depressing stuff. Remember my job problem I was telling you about before you left? Well, I took your advice and put in for that transfer. I selected either the weather control center on Risa or the DPO on Pacifica. You know me, I’m a sucker for the tropics. I love sand, the way it feels between your toes, the water, the palms, all of it. If I get either of them, you must come and visit.”

A pause

“and best of all, we won’t have to make up an excuse this time.” There was a faint smile on her face as she recalled the shared memory.

“But, If I don’t get either of them, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m thinking I’ll leave Starfleet. I’m a fairly good diagnostic engineer, so I’m sure something will work out. I don’t think I’ll go back to Coltar IV. That whole farming thing’s not for me.”

A gentle chime in the background drew Erin’s attention briefly away from the screen.

“Oh, okay. It’s later than I thought. El, I have to go, but send me a reply as soon as can. Bye”

The screen snapped to blackness, ending the one sided conversation but the message was stored in bits and bits across the light years to reassemble as a discrete blinking icon on Lumo’s personal terminal for the next time she walked into her cabin.