Story of the Abraxas part one (subsequent captains log to follow)
The sun rose over San Francisco. Starfleet headquarters shuffled to life in the early hours. Graduation day loomed in and around the campus. Eager cadets shuffled about dorm buildings straightening out dress uniforms and wondering which ship they would be assigned to. The prize all sought was the USS Enterprise, but given her current status on her five year mission it was fantasy, second to her the new Prosecutor Class USS Abraxas set to run shake downs around Alpha Centauri before hunting smugglers in the Hawking Eta nebula. The starship already had a crew just shy of thirty hands but were docked in orbit awaiting six new recruits.
Captain Adam Smith paced back and forth. He had already chosen his six ensigns and was anxious to get them aboard, but the graduation ceremony had run over, as starfleet ceremonies were often found to do. His First Officer Lt Commander Hayley ‘Haze’ Anderson had perched herself on a nearby crate and was whistling tunelessly, clearly as bored as the Captain. “Ease up Cap’, they wont be long now.” She reassured him from her crate, the shuttle craft set to return them to their home was called Icarus. Unlike the other shuttles in the hanger which were purely transport vessels the Icarus belonged to the Abraxas. While other Captains were receiving full crews from this years roster Smith only came to add to his team. And to him it was a team. He knew every officer, every technician, he knew their wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends, kids, their pets names (if they had any) and everyone of them was like a friend. Smith prefered a tight-knit ship.
As if on cue the hangar entrance opened and fresh meat flooded in. The rabble of recruits split into classes and off to their assignment officer who would then inform them of which starship they had been assigned to, if indeed they had made the cut for this deployment. As the crowd thinned the first ensign appeared. A lad of medium build and slightly above average height approached confidently. His hair was pushed back in a late 2000’s era hairstyle, his mouth taught in a one sided smile. “Captain Smith Sir, Ensign McCall reporting for posting.” he saluted. Adam nodded slowly, and turned to Haze. She smiled back and threw a small kit bag from her side to the Ensign. “No time to suit you up on board, its a blue shirt for you. glad to have another medic aboard.” she announced as McCall tore off his dress jacket and pulled a blue shirt from the bag and slipped it over his undershirt. “Take a seat inside, we’re awaiting five more.” Adam informed him and inside he shot.
Next to arrive was the Orion girl. clearly having spotted McCall’s arrival she had her jacket under her arm already when she presented herself to the Captain. “Sir, Laya Neharia, Navigation, happy to be chosen.”
“Good thing we brought a gold dress for you Ensign, you obviously saw McCall, follow suit and welcome aboard.” Adam said offering her the bag of uniforms. “Yes Sir” she replied grabbing her dress and heading within. “Nice to have another girl on the bridge.” Haze remarked as she passed.
The next ensigns arrived in a pair. One large built male and a smaller female The family resemblance was clear to both Adam and Haze. “Let me guess, the Robertson siblings? Security and Engineering?” Adam asked as they approached. Synchronized salutes followed as they replied with ‘yes sir’s’ and ‘thank you sirs’ before boarding the shuttle.
Four down two to go. Scratch that, one to go. The second last ensign and third female recruit then arrived. She approached the Captain nervously and saluted as the others had before telling him her name “Stacey Waters Sir, reporting for position.” Her shyness threw Adam for a moment but luckily Haze stepped in. “Communications right? I hear you speak something like six hundred languages?” The ensign smiled briefly, “Six hundred and thirty-one, Ma’am.” Haze smiled back “Welcome to the Abraxas.”
One shirt left in the bag. Gold, Command. The last kid was Adam’s big challenge, he had been asked to mentor him for Command, to teach him to be a captain. it wasn’t going to be easy.
Fifteen minutes after Walters the last ensign arrived. Kit bag slung over one shoulder. chewing gum loudly. Adam knew choosing him was asking for trouble. “David Shepard Sir, reporting for position.” he continued as the others had. Haze was already aboard the Shuttle chatting to the other five. “You’re late.” The Captain remarked throwing the shirt to him. “Get in Ensign, we’re going to boldly go.”