Chapter 3.1

Posted on Tue May 10th, 2022 @ 3:37am by Willian Targaryen & Commander Galatea

621 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Waiting for the End
Location: USS Enterprise
Timeline: 3189-03-15, 16:45

Starship Log, Captain Willian Targaryen Recording:

As we near our rendezvous with the Starship Daystrom, Admiral Tua has invited several members of my crew to join her for dinner aboard the Stargazer. I can only imagine what this moment will have in store for us, but my wife insists that we will put our best foot forward.

"You know I do not have to beam you from a transporter pad over to the Stargazer. Technology has come a long way from your time," Galatea reminded trying to be helpful. "Even the TriCOMM that you wear has the ability to just beam you over there."

Willian Targaryen suppressed a sigh. The former Artificial Intelligence of this vessel, he knew Galatea was only trying to help but she was coming across as a bit of a know it all and it was starting to wear thin on his nerves. Crossing his arms, "I think that the future you're so proud of could use a bit of tradition, Galatea. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Regrettably we have had little time for the luxuries of yesteryear, Will," she typed on the keyboard. She sighed outwardly, "Since it will help you to be more comfortable though I will gladly beam you and the crew over. Have you given thought to who you will leave in command?"

"Lieutenant Rrawran will be in command while we're over there," Willian knew she was fishing to be left in command, but he would not give her the satisfaction. If she was even remotely still the Galatea he once knew then she would know he'd have a transporter lock on them the whole time with orders to bring them over.

She nodded, "Of course. He is a good officer. I still remember..."

"I would prefer not to be given too much information about the future," the Captain interrupted.

The android nervously giggled, "You realize it is the past."

"Not to me," he countered.

"Touche," she relented. She typed, "The Admiral was not expecting you to bring the entire Senior Staff, Will. Are you sure about this? She is one of Starfleet's leaders and your superior at this point."

He crossed his arms, knowing she was probing how far she could take him this time. He wasn't going to faulter, "I understand that she is a Starfleet Admiral and in command of this Task Group; nonetheless, I am not part of her Task Group. As Commanding Officer of Starfleet One I am awarded a lot more leeway with my mission parameters and assignments. Essentially, I don't always fall into the traditional chain of command."

"You have another good point," Galatea adjusted indicators on the panel. "However, Captain, might I remind you that you do not represent the President at this point. Gruzy died a long, long time ago. I can show you the ship that is named in his honor if you so wish."

"That's quite alright," Willian answered - although he was curious to see what type of vessel would honor the memory of his surely late friend in this century. The Xindi-Reptilian leader of the Federation was a larger-than-life character. He deserved a larger-than-life namesake. "I don't want to know too much about what was to come. When we go back..."

Galatea interrupted, "Perhaps you should speak with the Admiral about that."

"You can be sure that I will," he answered not liking the ominous tones. She was adept at hiding them, just as she was centuries ago, but he could still sense the underlying stress. "When the Senior Staff arrive send them over. I think that I'll go a little ahead. Energize."

After the transporter sequence terminated, Galatea could only mumble to the empty air, "Enjoy your dinner."

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