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One small step for...well...woman

Posted on Wednesday September 27th, 2017 @ 5:13am by 2nd Lieutenant Gabrielle Sorenson
Edited on on Tuesday November 6th, 2018 @ 2:31am

Mission: Mission 0: Crew Arrival
Location: Roosevelt Station/USS Ark Royal
Timeline: Current

Gabrielle looked down at her orders again, not believing what she was seeing. She kept checking to make sure it didn't change on her. Her first assignment was none other than her own command position. She stood from the table, finishing her drink as she did. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Where's the Ark Royal docked?" she asked the closest station attendant. She tried her best to contain the excitement in her voice, but it still showed through. The attendant smiled and gestured towards the docking port. Gabrielle practically skipped along the deck to make her way to the vessel that would serve as her new home.

She stepped onto the deck of the Ark Royal and felt the energy humming from it, or so she thought. She felt alive and terrified at the same time. Her thoughts drifted to her parents, to her sister, and finally to her brother. She smiled and whispered to herself.

“I made it Michael. Maybe one day I can protect someone just like you, prevent one family from suffering as we did,” she whispered. She took a deep breath and placed her foot one step further onto the deck of the Ark Royal. She looked back down at the PADD for her quarters, finding them fairly quickly. In reality, she had memorized the deck layout in every way that she could, just in case she needed to fight for her home.

She made her way to her quarters, the doors opening for her with what seemed like a welcoming gesture. She placed her bag on the bed and opened it, producing several items that she valued more than any other possession in the world. The first was a picture of her whole family, just before her brother died. The second was the rank insignia that her brother had worn the day that he died, still singed from the battle that killed him. These two items she placed on her table. The last item was her brother’s standard issue bowie knife. This she attached to her hip where it belonged.

“Computer, this is 2nd Lieutenant Gabrielle Sorenson. Transfer marine command codes to me.”

“Transfer complete,” it chirped back. She took a deep breath. Now it was officially hers. She figured that she should probably report to her CO as well, then get her marines in fighting shape. They needed to be able to protect this ship and her people.


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