Post by pscotty90 on Jul 13, 2020 13:17:27 GMT
Weather the Storm
Cestus III, Pike City Administration and Conference Hall - First Day of Official Gorn Occupation
Commodore Truman sat and stared at the wall across from him, thinking only about his total failure and the lives of the men and women under his command who were now gone. The image of the Storm exploding into dust stayed in his mind like a recording on repeat and he could swear he heard the screams of all four-hundred and fifty-five souls aboard her each time.
He almost felt he deserved to be locked in the room that the Gorn had placed him in. A spartan office with only a desk and a potted plant with no windows and no one else with him.
He spared a thought for the Zorya, wondering how many died aboard her in the attack. More officers that were under his command. He didn't even want to think what was going to happen to Marsland and the other senior officers next…
Once again his mind flashed back to the Storm.
"It's the only command ship we can spare you," Command had told him when he first earned his promotion to Commodore and led him to the frontier of Federation space. "You'll have other ships at your disposal in due course." That was six years ago now. Since then there had been the Tzenkethi war, the Federation Civil War and a half dozen other minor conflicts and brush fires around the Federation. Suffice it to say another ship was never made available to him. And he had to make do with the other ships in his small and unimportant task force.
After the first two years aboard Storm he gave up waiting on something better. After four he grudgingly started to like her… Now after so long he was finally thinking of her as his ship.
Automatically grabbing his coffee off the table whenever the engines pushed past Warp 9. Pinning notes for himself on the low hanging beams in his quarters. Feeling comfortable in the small but cramped Commodore's Mess with his senior staff as they had their breakfast staff meetings while eating shoulder to shoulder.
He just saw his home explode.
He sat in that empty room and quietly wept.
Cestus III, Pike City Administration and Conference Hall - First Day of Official Gorn Occupation
Commodore Truman sat and stared at the wall across from him, thinking only about his total failure and the lives of the men and women under his command who were now gone. The image of the Storm exploding into dust stayed in his mind like a recording on repeat and he could swear he heard the screams of all four-hundred and fifty-five souls aboard her each time.
He almost felt he deserved to be locked in the room that the Gorn had placed him in. A spartan office with only a desk and a potted plant with no windows and no one else with him.
He spared a thought for the Zorya, wondering how many died aboard her in the attack. More officers that were under his command. He didn't even want to think what was going to happen to Marsland and the other senior officers next…
Once again his mind flashed back to the Storm.
"It's the only command ship we can spare you," Command had told him when he first earned his promotion to Commodore and led him to the frontier of Federation space. "You'll have other ships at your disposal in due course." That was six years ago now. Since then there had been the Tzenkethi war, the Federation Civil War and a half dozen other minor conflicts and brush fires around the Federation. Suffice it to say another ship was never made available to him. And he had to make do with the other ships in his small and unimportant task force.
After the first two years aboard Storm he gave up waiting on something better. After four he grudgingly started to like her… Now after so long he was finally thinking of her as his ship.
Automatically grabbing his coffee off the table whenever the engines pushed past Warp 9. Pinning notes for himself on the low hanging beams in his quarters. Feeling comfortable in the small but cramped Commodore's Mess with his senior staff as they had their breakfast staff meetings while eating shoulder to shoulder.
He just saw his home explode.
He sat in that empty room and quietly wept.