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warp_corinthThe unease that had been fluttering in his stomach these past few months was slowly beginning to ebb away and transform into a quivering excitement. They-- His crew was still in the process of preparation, and the nervous energy that crackled through the halls of the old Starship was electrifying. The sound of shrill voices and too-loud laughter, beeps and boops and computerized voices, the occasional clang-and-earthquake-shudder of supplies being deposited into the cargo bay; all of it brought the USS Corinth humming back into life.
Entering the captain's (his) quarters, Enjolras closed his eyes for a moment and grinned to himself. Everything was going smoothly, and nothing could be more thrilling than launch day of one's maiden voyage, test run or otherwise.
Their mission was to include a routine supply dropoff to an outer colony that had had trouble with crop yields the past season. As their harshest winter approached on their planet, Starfleet had offered double the supply of nonperishable foods as a precautionary measure, for the weather became extremely difficult to navigate transport ships through in those months; having lost one the previous year, Admiral Valjean had not wanted to make the same mistake again.
During the course of the exam, Bahorel and Feuilly would be evaluating their progress as the senior members of the crew, though any and all ship-wide authority would be yielded to Enjolras as captain so long as he was deemed capable by both supervisors and... Had he decided on his commander yet?
Enjolras had straightened minutely then, which he did again now as he remembered what he had said.
"My decision has not changed since I first submitted the roster to you, sir. However, in the unlikely event that my preferred candidate does not report to duty, I will choose a suitable replacement then."
The admiral had taken the cool and even-toned response with a bit of a frown, but had nodded his understanding otherwise. "Very well, then. Good luck on your journey; I look forward to your successful return."
As the hours slowly ticked past, Enjolras found himself standing and looking out the window with a PADD in his hands, off, and held almost as tightly as he held his jaw. Preparations were being completed at an almost alarming rate now, and every communication he received tightened the coil that had slithered back into his stomach without him noticing.
Alexis did not like to be wrong. But in this moment, he was more afraid of being alone.
Entering the captain's (his) quarters, Enjolras closed his eyes for a moment and grinned to himself. Everything was going smoothly, and nothing could be more thrilling than launch day of one's maiden voyage, test run or otherwise.
Their mission was to include a routine supply dropoff to an outer colony that had had trouble with crop yields the past season. As their harshest winter approached on their planet, Starfleet had offered double the supply of nonperishable foods as a precautionary measure, for the weather became extremely difficult to navigate transport ships through in those months; having lost one the previous year, Admiral Valjean had not wanted to make the same mistake again.
During the course of the exam, Bahorel and Feuilly would be evaluating their progress as the senior members of the crew, though any and all ship-wide authority would be yielded to Enjolras as captain so long as he was deemed capable by both supervisors and... Had he decided on his commander yet?
Enjolras had straightened minutely then, which he did again now as he remembered what he had said.
"My decision has not changed since I first submitted the roster to you, sir. However, in the unlikely event that my preferred candidate does not report to duty, I will choose a suitable replacement then."
The admiral had taken the cool and even-toned response with a bit of a frown, but had nodded his understanding otherwise. "Very well, then. Good luck on your journey; I look forward to your successful return."
As the hours slowly ticked past, Enjolras found himself standing and looking out the window with a PADD in his hands, off, and held almost as tightly as he held his jaw. Preparations were being completed at an almost alarming rate now, and every communication he received tightened the coil that had slithered back into his stomach without him noticing.
Alexis did not like to be wrong. But in this moment, he was more afraid of being alone.
