Rambling Man

Posted on 31 May 2013 @ 8:38pm by Chief Warrant Officer 2 Oliver Sylver

365 words; about a 2 minute read

Sometimes, you get stuck in life. Not stuck in the sense you cannot move anywhere, but stuck in the sense that you cannot shake the person you thought you had once been. For instance, I was once a Marine. I believe even now that I have changed, that I am no longer that sort of man. That I am someone else. And yet, I get up early every morning and go jogging. I work out as if I am expecting the Drill Sergeant to show up and shout at me. I view things from the attitude I had as an officer and a fighter pilot, not as an enlisted.

Perhaps it's because I've seen the war. I know that not that many have on this ship. Starfleet is about youth when you are serving. The older you are and you either retire or get promoted out of the normal ships. And this is a science ship, so the ones that tend to stay are the good old scientists. Me, however?

Not even sure how the hell I ended up here to be honest. But I won't question what works out relatively well for me. I like this ship. It's got some weird people here but I like that. Normal people are rather boring. And I get the chance to stretch my wings too which helps. Wings in the metal sort of wing anyway. I love flying and these shuttle rides give me a chance to do what I love.

Truth is, the way I am, no one will hopefully notice me. I try to just stick to myself and keep myself going. I don't want to get in trouble either, so it's a nice little thing to get myself distanced from the others. Just...you know...I can't keep my mouth shut against my own ideas. I still think a little bit above my paygrade and I do sometimes say the stupid things.

Anyway. Not sure why I am going on at a computer. Maybe just because there's nothing else to do now that I have landed, except to wait for the next time they send me out.

I hope it is soon.

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