Making a new Home

Posted on 27 Sep 2014 @ 8:35pm by

369 words; about a 2 minute read

"You have to broaden your horizons." Wintrow paced his new quarters, that smelled so feminine, so odd. So different from the room he had shared with a female marine back on Sarek. He threw his hands in the air in desperation as he addressed the computer, which was recording his personal log. "That's what the commodore told me. It's what Alex told me too. Go and learn different things, get stronger, get wiser."

He let himself fall back onto the couch in the common area. "And what if I don't like it here? I miss my friends, my home, my family. I think I made one friend here but for the most port, people are treating me as if I'm an errant child. Kid do this, kid do that. I can't seem to get it to them that I'm not a child. I'm nineteen years old, I've been flying Razors for the past two years and now suddenly I'm a support craft pilot."

He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "ANd I've not flown a single meter so far. All I've done is clear this ship of Tribbles. Cute, adorable and furry tribbles. Though, after a while, after having to wade through them to get somewhere, it does get a little annoying. But hey, I'm the new boy here, and nobody cares for a new person's thoughts, apparently. So I happen to not have seen them before, I happen to see them as a pet. And?"

He watched as one of his gerbils ran over his leg, towards his shoulder, gently holding a second one cupped in his hands as it approached in curiosity. "But, I guess I'll have to make a new home for myself. Maybe I'll meet my roommate soon, from what I have gathered, she's the commodore's...this ship's commodore, not my commodore, well anyway this commodore's sister. Or at least some kind of family member. But we'll see, hopefully, I get to go back to Sarek, at least there I'm not treated like a child."

His dark eyes roamed the room as he watched his pets dart off, smiling slightly as he heard a Tribble purr somewhere, then reached for his guitar. "End log."

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