Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)
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ExcelsiorI stepped off the pad at ESD and walked toward the Engineering department and shipyard. It had been a few days since I last saw Colin and I was not in a good mood but I was coping. Yes, I broke up with him but that didn't make it any easier. I couldn't get the Bajoran out of my mind. I figured it would take an act of the gods to ever see him again, let alone ask him out. I stepped up to the console and requested a list of Bajoran Scientists hoping that I would run across his picture and be able to put a name to the face. The list came up with about 1500 Bajoran scientists. I narrowed the search to male; 847 names came up. I then narrowed the search again by putting the region of Bajor in; 62. Not bad, I thought to myself and I started to review the list. There he was. I now had a name to put to the face. He was a Vice Admiral...my heart sunk. It was hopeless. There is no way in hell I was going to try and make a pass at my superior. I cleared the terminal and entered the Shipyard.
There he was! Nacelles brightly charged. Hull plating smooth and freshly painted. I walked toward the windows and there on the side of the ship was the Designation: USS PHANTOM - NX91367
There were shuttles buzzing around the hull here and there. I could hardly wait to get on board. I checked in with the Shipyard Captain and asked to see the specs. He sent the specs to my padd and I walked back over to the window. Off in the distance I could see an Intrepid and it looked like it was in a state of refit. I turned and walked out heading towards the Turbo lift to my temporary quarters...
