A New Beginning

Posted on 22 Aug 2024 @ 6:20pm by Petty Officer 3rd Class Yasmin Aquino

539 words; about a 3 minute read

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Dear Ryan,

It's been a long time since you've been gone, and I wanted to let you know what has been going on with me. As you already know, I've been promoted twice over you, a Petty Officer 3rd Class, while you ended a Crewman Apprentice. However, I do not wish to discuss semantics with you. I wanted to tell you a very new opportunity that I have been able to get involved with! I'm now involved with deep space exploration, far away from Earth and most of the Federation for that matter, and as far away from the Star Fleet that you enlisted with. It took my six months to get to our station. Six, months! Can you believe that? It took you a little over two months for you to get to your post, this is three times that distance!

What did I do for most of that time? Well, like you, I've been training almost every day from PT to Continuing Education courses. You won't believe this! Our new chaplain is a Klingon! He's not just any chaplain, but he is a Catholic Klingon! I wish to see our parent's reaction to that. Part of me wishes I could see your face, you know, the one where you have the most absolute confusion. His name is Father Hovar Kor. I took a class that he offered, as well as taking other classes that was more pertinent to my position. He reminds me a lot of Father Julio, you can never find him in the rectory, but he's everywhere at once it seemed. I attend his services and go to confession of course, and I wish I could see him in CQC.

Ryan, I cannot lie, I miss you. The tears have long since dried up and I no longer feel that lump in my throat on your birthday. That's a lie, I still feel that lump, but it's easier to manage now. I still have your playlist memorized with how many times I've played those songs. One song that comes up, which I used to hate when I was younger that I now appreciate is that stupid New World Symphony, the 4th Movement, where the stupid Three Blind Mice theme comes in. You've ruined that song for me! I wish you were still alive so I could slap you on the head! I can only smack you in the head with a dream, but even then I would still covet that dream like it was my last.

Anyways Ryan, I have to let you go now. We're going to be busy beyond all belief shortly and I'm going to have to help get people's belongings to their quarters and all. On the bright side, almost every one of the mates are all Petty Officers so we'll manage. I might try and convince the powers that be to use the transporter as a site to site exchange. I doubt it, but honestly, I'd rather have them pick up their stuff and bring it back to their quarters. Oh well. Anyways Ryan, I miss you, I love you, and I will talk to you soon. I love you!

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