Musings of a Science Officer - Personal Log 7

Posted on 03 Feb 2018 @ 11:39pm by Lieutenant JG Gideon Nicols PhD

646 words; about a 3 minute read

“So, I got the interview to meet with the CO of the Galileo-A.”

A bit of a smirk formed on his lips the moment the words left his mouth. He felt like he had won and yet he knew that getting the interview was more than half the battle. The rest would be up to him, he had to present his best self, though the message he sent back probably said a lot more about him than he would care to admit. Well… that wasn’t totally true. It showed he wasn’t just going to bend over and take it without an explanation. That was what really burned him; there was no explanation, just a rejection.

“I hated to be forceful--actually, that’s not true. I didn’t really hate it, but I don’t relish in the fact that I had to be. I’m a fairly laid back guy, but I’m a big fan of communication. In fact, I for the most part I’m fairly certain I would have just let it go if things were communicated properly to me. Though, this CO’s feel they don’t’ always need to give explanations, which then makes me wonder what kind of person this is. They obviously had to be suitable to command a vessel, but they could also be total and complete assholes.”

He moved around the small bedroom and began to throw things in the duffle bag that sat on the bed. He was instructed to bring a packed bag in case He was one to pack light and he didn’t really accumulate stuff like so many others he knew. He was practical in that way, he wanted to be to just pick up and leave when he needed too. No fuss, no muss. He gathered up some clothing and began to shove some undershirts and underwear into the bottom of the bag first. He had a very particular way of packing. Again, he didn’t like to do things haphazardly.

“I’ll just have to see how things go. It’s not like I am new at this, I’ve served with Starfleet for a long time now, I think I’m a pretty good judge of character at this point in my career. If I don’t feel comfortable with the person then I know it won’t be a good fit. I don’t have to take the assignment, I can say no and move on…”

Gideon paused what he was doing when he had that particular thought. Saying no to an assignment, especially a deep space, high profile one could be considered career suicide. Maybe, for him, it might not be so severe, he had a lot to fall back on, but it still wouldn’t be a good thing. It would be months or years before he could be considered for another deep space assignment. He would be lucky to get a patrol vessel, and there was certainly no need for a scientist of his caliber on a patrol vessel. He found himself frowning at that. He certainly had to rethink he strategy.

“Okay, maybe… I wouldn’t say no, I’d feel the CO out I suppose. Yet if I don’t think it’s a good fit…”

Again he paused, feeling flustered with his own thoughts now. He certainly didn’t want to commit career suicide but yet couldn’t see himself stuck with a ornery commanding officer.

“I suppose I can’t think negatively about this, I have to think that a lack of reason was captain’s prerogative or some nonsense like that. Either way, I will be off soon. I will interview and then all I can do is go from there. There is nothing more to it.

“Computer end personal log.”

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